My "Hymn to the Great God Gun" (with apologies to A. Crowley)

[rich]

ah hell since we're sharing

Thoughts on Las Vegas, October 2017

you brought 23 when a few would do
suitcase by suitcase, stacked on the ugly carpet
like lovers ad infinitum

you must have known you'd run out of time
the metal so heavy,
justice is always in the hands of the end-user
you were smart
you must've known this

dysphoria
what else could it be?
directed by your hand
(you decided not to use tracers),
ballpeening out a brutal mathematics in a nondescript notepad

the disposable epic-blight nuclei you sprayed out into the world
32 floors above
among the spent and scattered city palisades

you had opened up everything the golden palace offered
there was no future need
it was all comped anyway



On Fri, Feb 16, 2018 at 2:50 AM, Kai Frederik Lorentzen <
lorentzen at hotmail.de> wrote:

>
> "Instead, the Lads now encounter a Dutch Rifle with a Five-pointed Star
> upon its Cheek-Piece, inverted, in Silver highly polish'd, shining thro'
> the Grain upon the Wrist and Comb that billows there in stormy Intricacy,
> set casually above some subsidiary Hearth in a lightly-frequented Room.---
> A Polaris of Evil..."
>
> *Mason & Dixon*, pp. 427-8
>
> Note that the pentagram is "inverted". This means that animal instincts
> have power over the soul.
> Unlike its proper upright cousin (symbolizing spirit over matter), the
> inverted pentagram often (though not always) indicates black magic designed
> to do damage to others.
>
> "Too late---from the shooter's edge of the screen now emerges the front
> end of a Heckler & Koch UMP45, which swivels to point at the human pest,
> and, accompanied by bass-boosted machine-pistol sound effects, blows her
> away."
>
> *Bleeding Edge*, p. 34
>
> Heckler & Koch says "Sorry!" ...
>
> http://www.themalaymailonline.com/world/article/german-arms-
> giant-deletes-gun-love-tweet-after-florida-carnage-video#
> yEvX0DPQRfD2Y3eR.97
>
> https://www.heckler-koch.com/de/presse/detail/article/
> heckler-koch-entschuldigt-sich-fuer-unpassenden-social-media-eintrag.html
>
>
> Am 15.02.2018 um 23:09 schrieb Mark Thibodeau:
>
> Sadly relevant again today.
>
> HYMN TO THE GREAT GOD GUN Thrill at the noisome blast of light,
> O yeah! Hell Yeah!
> Come careering out of the night
> Of Gun! Yo Gun!
> Yo Gun! Yo Gun! Come overnight delivery
> From Ithaca and from Arcadia M&T!
> Remington and Browning, with blocks and guards
> And clips of ammo for thy arms.
> Or via mail, First Class, from overseas
> To me, to me,
> Come from Hartmann and Weiss
> (Hot as fire, cold as ice)
> Come from Mauser, Krupp, Heckler and Koch,
> Weigh heavy on my thigh, extend my crotch,
> In the moon of the woods, from tree-top mount,
> Explode the night with gushing crimson fount!
> Striding through the halls, my hate I pray,
> Ejaculating sermons from my Walther PPK,
> The soul that grips this steel of blue,
> And brings a sudden end to folks like you,
> The Master of the Bush, the vintage Colt,
> Poke holes from which will spill both life and soul
> As body and as brains spread cross the floor,
> (Yo Gun! Yo Gun!)
> Give thanks to Umarex and to SIG Sauer,
> O yeah! Hell Yeah!
> Come like cannonading cannon ball
> From shopping mall!
> Come like crashing drums, precision tools
> From every school!
> Spitting hot lead pips from pipe!
> Through flesh so ripe…
> You, who sit and shop and learn
> With life galore within you left to burn
> Your bodies, growing weary of this life,
> Your burden borne away by Armalite -
> Come, O come!
> I am numb
> With the lonely lust of devildom.
> Pumping sweet lead through steaming guts,
> All-devourer, kicker-in-the-nuts;
> Give me the sign of Open, Blinking Eye,
> Slap heavy metal meat against my thigh,
> And the word of madness and mystery,
> O Gun! Yo Gun!
> Yo Gun! Yo Gun Gun! Gun Gun! Gun,
> I am a man:
> Do as I will, as a Great God can,
> O Gun! Yo Gun!
> Yo Gun! Yo Gun Gun! I am awake
> In the grip of the snake.
> With Desert Eagle, bead is drawn;
> As God withdraws:
> The Great Beast comes, Yo Gun! Like a horny
> Erection in the morn’
> In uniform.
> I am Gun! Yo Gun! Yo Gun Gun! Gun!
> I am thy death, this is my fun,
> God of the Glock, I am old, but I am god,
> Like flesh and bone ker-smashed with iron rod.
> On hooves of steel I stride towards your doom
> Though it be early morning or High Noon.
> And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
> Everlasting, world without end,
> Mech-Tech, Majestic, Sako and Magnum,
> See the might of my Gun.
> Yo Gun! Yo Gun Gun! Gun! Yo Gun!
>
> http://dailydirtdiaspora.blogspot.ca/2012/12/hymn-to-great-god-gun.html
>
>
>
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