i need a saffron cock

[Madeleine Maudlin]

For a foot in this door.  This foot in a door, so that I might.  And may I
foot it, because I will a willing beyond the nihilism of tomorrow, beyond
this defeated glass door of today, what rituals, of ancient mythologies,
does that awesome burlesque-of-the-gods, Pynchon, get himself into?  I know
he's into Venus, Ishtar, my devoted Innana, Mark you might suggest Athena
but no what's a Pynchon for a glass-full of Pallas when there's a Nile-full
of Nepthysis.

Who is the god of anarchical destruction?  Happens to, may be, the god that
I have planned a burnt offering in a couple of weeks: Nergal.

Assume with me for a moment what every natural born overman knows without
thinking, that the Jesus tale is a literary work of fiction to pacify weak
people from anarchical destruction.  When Yahweh, who is likely Adad, or
Ishkur, by another name, come down from the highlands of Anatolia at a
given socio-political time-*for the sake of anarchical desctruction*--he
"inherited" a bunch of slaves from Egypt for those political ends.

And we are all familiar with Yahweh/Adad; like most-all gods, he is a
badass who does not give a flying fuck about the lives of humans.  For
whathaveyou reasons the gods enjoy a cooked meal of the flesh, it quite
might have often been of human flesh back in the day, "the golden years,"
right Nergal? (if I were you don't follow my lead and talk to Nergal like
that), somewhat to show respect and awe, but also because what god doesn't
like a good barbeque with beer, the gods love their beer, said-uri.

What sane man would not burnt-up some offerings to this god, a true God's
god:

....

Let's see Zarathustra overcome *that* nihilism.
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