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All aboard the Barbelith! Welcome, Michaelsaurus, there's lots of room, if we all just shoogle up the aisle a bit.
Don't be alarmed by the noisy people at the back. That's just the theory bitches shouting "Foucault!" - that's their war cry. It doesn't really mean anything. Very pendulous.
Yes, the little statue on the dashboard is lovely. That's Tom, our Immortal Godhead, who keeps us safe from harm. We make little offerings to him every now and then to banish evil spirits. And some of us like to self-flagellate but that's for entirely other reasons.
The people patrolling the aisles, with the big sticks, are the Moderators. They have sworn sacred oaths, with one trouser leg rolled up, to protect the Barbelith and they fear nothing. Even that filly at the back, the one with the psychotropic lollipop. That's Rage, who is a world-weary toughie under that effervescent façade.
The guys in the front seats do look very serious but that's because they're discussing the Holy Scriptures (as handed down to us by Grant Morrison). They're doing their best to ignore the people in Hawaiian shirts in the middle of the bus, drinking Buckfast and singing Morrissey songs, many of whom (whisper it) have never read any of the Invisibles and yet have no shame (heteromoxes!)
Some of them even watch tv. Good God! You'll never get your MPhil thesis on Ulysses as a Mills and Boon hommage finished that way! Oh, it's OK. They're watching Buffy. Or maybe it's Smallville. Must be, there's Haus blowing manly, platonic kisses at lovely, lost Lex.
See the frieze above the tinted windows? That's the Hall of Fame, with portraits of the holders of the Order of the Barbequote. These are all particularly smug Nazi Snobtrolls whose prose has garnered them the recognition of their peers. In order to stop them getting above themselves, they all have to line up regularly to have a really great penis inserted in one ear.
No driver? I know but don't fret. We are powered shamanistically by the inscrutable denizens of The Magick. No, I don't understand how that works either but strange things can happen around here. Never tell anyone you've a job interview coming up or they'll all start wanking simultaneously for you, to charge their sigils.
So, All styles served here, Louis Seize he prefer: Laissez-faire... But which is yours, Pirate or Ninja? Never say "Ninja". Social death round here, trust me...
Hope you have fun. I love it. Been a lot of newbies in a short time, hence all the other "Hello" threads meandering on in the Conversation. This susurrus of fresh air is bracing.
Got to go. I like to lurk at the back of the bus and watch the rough boys at play through my binoculars. |
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