Tuesday, May 16, 2006

20,000 HARDCORE members, can you dig it?








When it's high summer I become the Green Man. I'm always a GOD, but my Goddishness blooms to super-abundant levels between May and September, peaking at midsummer, when I create the world afresh with my love. Here's a picture of me doing it. Remember, you've got me to be thankful to for this world and all its splendour!

Here's a close-up of my mysterious and wonderful visage. Don't gaze on it for too long as it's more beautiful than your puny mind can take.

Anyway, on to business. I need to explain to you that I'm a super-star DJ. I'm super-duper cool, if you hadn't guessed that already. I've been into rave for far longer than that little twat, Hornswaggler, who thought a rave was a type of goat until last week. When I'm off to a rave I usually try to steal some of my stash of nutritious mineral water from Officer Baloney, who's impounded it. Not that I couldn't just create some more with my TERRIFYING POWER. Then I spin all the wickedest tunes, blowing Hornswaggler out of the water, and making all the ladies swoon. My DJ name is DJ BONKERS. Here's a picture of me DJing, last night.




When you combine my Green Man godliness with My DJ Bonkers skillz you yield my true identity – OLD FATHER RAVE. Come come follow me, follow me hardcore – knocking at your back door, knocking at your side door, knocking at your front door, Har-Hard-CORE.

1 Comments:

At 5:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Sirs.

I saw your blog and was shocked and disgusted by some of the outright fabrications contained therein.
Firstly, I would like to put a stop to the rumour about me having had a 3rd horn. I NEVER had a 3rd horn, ok? And if I had, it certainly wouldn't have contained evil, as I am a very well rounded individual as well as a member of Greenpeace, so obviously I have no evil. Unlike that unspeakable Watson. Babies, I implore you all not to listen to all his silly stories about being God of the universe and all that. Watson has what us grown ups call a 'superiority complex'. Don't expect to understand, just take my word for it.
Well, I'm all puffed out from dancing on the keyboard (why won't someone invent a Hornswaggler size one?) so I'm off for a nice relaxing audit of my tapenade jar collection.

Yours velourishly,
H. Swoggler.

p.s. For the last time I am NOT, NOT, NOT Gay! Not that there's anything wrong with them, I'm just not. Ok?

 

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