All around the deep country. Children of the tight angry Christian farmers have their ritual festival to the Spider God. Dark leering ancient festivals, Pre-Human. The festival of the Cro-mags and later the Neanderthals carried over into modern times. Certain traditions are embedded in our very DNA and cannot be done away with by means of inquisition and book burning.
Leering and dark chanting around a captured family. Stripped naked paraded for the revelers to stare at, fondle, pelt with roasted chestnuts with leave a smoke trail behind their flight. This is a Christian family, who hold sway on the land of day. Who grind the different under their profit machine. The ones who burned the Pagans dressed as Scarecrows to coincide with the sun rise. Forced to eat a full and sumptuous feast. Made to drink lots of liquor and smoke marijuana from pipes of carved pipe-stone. Stripped and paraded around the field. Genitals rubbed with ointments to invigorate the sex organs. The Festers all high on many drugs and sex willing or not with the family before binding and burning them to death while an orgy writhes around the sacrifice. This festival shall continue for eons until all the bad families are burned and good rules the day for the first and only time.
Dionysius, riding through the author is an Hacking the Great end
Everything is geared towards some brutal end of the world as the Christians demand of the time line. But The Author is a meat suit for Dionysius to imbibe even wine to hack that time line. No great bloody end, just feverish cycle of seasons and sweet sweet wine. A season of madness, of drunken mayhem leaves a toll on that fertile summer.
Fruited after midnight. Dreamcheese of fields
After the Spider God festival the bodies of the sacrificed enemy family are dragged to isolated fields. The remaining blood is drawn out to feed the fields. A sweet syrupy herbal substance replaces the blood, Dry potent herbs and powders applied to the naked skin and orifices of the body. Then wrapped in air tight plastic sheeting and buried deeper then the combines blades bite. Over the course of the next three years the bodies dissolve into a black black gooey cheese like substance that tastes so sweet one cannot help but gorge on it. But so disgusting that its a chore to hold it down. The longer the substance is held in the belly the harder the longer the dream trip lasts. Great shamans lay concealed by leaves in shelter belts for days after a dream cheese binge.
Well, these Darker Sun holidays are here
The darkest days of the year. Filled with chilled winds and snow layering everything away. Turn off the day and seep into alone remembering the days when Mimes told us what to say. Three idle days to drift in bed and seldom rise. When potent days foretell the coming year. The wreaths all hung on the inside of the doors.
Angry The Inner Hate move to save the god
The one and only God is the Thee. Three says one must believe to be free. They move to patrol the fields. To burn down the cell phone towers that broadcast lies even into the hear of the prairie. The burn homosexual witches screaming and lisping at the stake. Move to save thier God. Churches become castles. Full of guns. Set ups for snipers on the highest stories.
Just fellow who gladly have eye stalks FEASTS AND TRADITIONS, He leads the Heat Breaks
Go there. Have a coffee with him. He has eye stalks that rise above his head. He is like a Demi-god with different kind of horns. He lives alone in a trailer with no electricity. He lives on and is fueled by coffee. He has a collection jar. If enough folks fill it he will make the heat break on the hottest days of August. A sudden cool wind and rain will anoint a cool lovely day. His jar is now empty and a glaring relentless sun is again the reality greats the next day. But a really good breaking can hold back the heat wave for up to three days. Then the heat chokes the crops and won't stop. And the family is going to be in need without a good harvest to feed them then even the Christians come to the door of the Pagan semi divinity. Coffee and some donation to bring relief under the mean glaring suns devastation.
Christian saints to Creepytown Strange Nativity Field pack made from Hornaments
These new Gods and new Holidays had to be put down. So seven Christian Saints came to Creepytown. A wonder filled town when the sun goes down. For they have the most and prettiest lights a flickering shrine to Great Santa time. But no mention of Christ just "Happy Holy days". For such sin they must pay. So the Seven Saints deface the place with spray paint and dynamite the power sub station that fed the lights of this abomination. After many weeks to poisoned pets, slashed tires, greased windshield wipers this was the last straw. All the folks there took off. Left it a ghost town, nice tall houses in a circle round. To the spring this ghost town must yield. Plowed down, bowed down, ground under the fields. The new crops push up Hornaments. Strange Pagan bobbles that once lit all pretty now broken and dirty. Shiny LEDs and plastic in forbidden shapes. Kids gather them and the wheel it turns. Hornaments are holy relics on display in underground storm shelter temples far away.
Worked to her arms. At the fruitless plain Witchhouse. all the children The Pneumatic antlers of Malice
Beyond the land will crops will grow is the withered land. A shroud of thorns and tumble weeds. A fruitless plain full of snakes and noxious leaves. But in this desolation a house in a abandoned field and hidden but for the roof by high tangled weeds ripe with the fruit of poison spiders. Even here Men came for her. Work for her arms. Struggle and toil for credits for love. Some never get far, three days work for full brief kiss. Others save for long hugs and endure the pain of separation as they struggle to harvest the spiders for the vile toxin that makes chem trail spray. They work so hard and many fall to spider's bites. Some toil for six months to have sex with her full on all night of paradise. And each time this happens she is pregnant. Each child born with a heart full of scorn and pneumatic antlers of malice. they emit a shrill tone too high to ear but in threw ear it makes tiny holes in your bones.