Xday 10 Europe 2007 Amsterdam Report by the Rev. Dr. Bucky Argyle
I puked in my hair,and havent washed it yet.
the contacts, chairman and the moombly arrived on schedule, but i was
delayed a day by an unintentional near OBE accompanied by projectile
vomiting. "Bob" put us in the white tulip (dont ever stay there).
someone took kayleighs bed. after a round of musical beds the maw of despair
gaped below. the next day, exausted from the choice to live, i was too lazy to take my
fellow mutants to the devival. of course it was in high form, due
to our absense. kayleigh argyle is know known as "kayleigh argyle secretly known as
PRINCESS PIMPELMEE". i wake with porno dvds under my pillow from the
spleen fairy or something (no more shared rooms). buddhas birthday
was our devival stand in, an ear full of horrible p.a. sound,
incomprehensible speech, people dressed funny, and an idol that looks
like it just farted, it was just the same. i dare say we were moved to slack!
we were caught later by pope black and the rev.
bluerabbit (dont sit by the windows). after a short interrogation we were
lead to meet the rev. priest, to bar hop, and to the table with church of satan
amyway reps (dont follow pope black). the "shop talk" summed..
"Bob"'s deal is like a million times better than "Satans". they ask for 300
euro and all you get is a lifetime membership. their segue was crap.
i dare say we were moved, to leave the table, so we missed the pitch. but it did lead to this
revelation - "Bob" beats the shit out of all invisible monsters and spirits
of dead guys because of this one simple fact - "bob"s complete manifestation
is a stupid graphic. he is ink on paper, pixels in the right combo,
bunch of dots, contrasts that adhere in their infinite
variation within extremely lax yet sharply specific parameters. there is no
doubt if something is "Bob" or it is not "Bob". "Bob" can not change! more
real than you or i, so simple and heavy handed even JHVH1 could grasp it.
the smears that looked like shit or blood on the ceiling and the wall were
just less witty than what was written there. jesus wasnt going to let us off
the hook either. bells. big ass, twenty meter away, loud as fuck, bells. more
wine and frop with our contacts,and fond farewells. i think i lost a day somewhere.
that last night we were shut into a closed bar. kayleigh attempted to
out drink two obnoxious irishmen. one was soundly defeated and passed out on
the bar, but the plutonium powered one was reduced to possession of a single
capacity, that of spewing insults. having not seen him in any other state we
were not sure any progress had been made by the time we were finally kicked out.
we made our train by some miracle but on the way decided to ditch work for the
day as we felt like cats that had been through a full wash cycle. on that note,
our cats were alive when we got home. im kicking myself now for not getting
more frop while i was there, for i am out, woe is me, oh waily waily.
damn ugly little town
kayleigh and i "blending in"
the chairman moosely and i (im doing my best to appear as the living)
moobly showing off
dont eat us
no doubt im spouting wisdom
not as good as a subg artshow,but ok.
ya, i hear it was a good one