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| Cartoon by Gundhramns Hammer. |
By Gundhramns Hammer
June 20, 2015
June 20, 2015
Warning! Not suitable for delicate folks!
It happened one summer. It happened not just one time. It really
happened more than one time.
It happened for a long time. It happened forever. So it seemed to him.
It really happened for sure in the 1960s. For this is not any
joke, folks.
It really happened under the stars in our vain and destructive
kingdom of meat (Video 1).
Video 1. Anthropogenic Hell: Homo insapiens world. Uploaded by Bacho Arabuli.
Promises were broken. The temptation was too strong.
Sometimes it frightened him. But he knew how to deal with it. Only for a short time, for after a while he was again longing for a forbidden piece of meat.
However, eventually his meat took all of his will.
Then “suddenly last summer” (Video 2).
Sometimes it frightened him. But he knew how to deal with it. Only for a short time, for after a while he was again longing for a forbidden piece of meat.
However, eventually his meat took all of his will.
Then “suddenly last summer” (Video 2).
Video 2. Suddenly Last Summer by The Motels. Uploaded by mediagod.
Once upon a time in a tiny town deep in the guts of South
America there was a priest who was a real piece of fucking meat.
Although he was a priest, he had nothing to do with what priests are supposed to do in their hope to please a god that is not made of meat, i.e. keeping the promise to keep away from meat for his meat.
It happened that this priest could not live without a piece of meat for his meat.
He did not keep standing still. He had to get his fill.
The truth of the matter is that his own piece of meat was the master of his own meat to the point that his meat was always looking for another piece of meat that was meat and meat that was not meat but was meat in order to satisfy his meat and his piece of meat.
This particular aberrant priest used to have meat for his meat at least twice or thrice a week.
He carried on doing his unpriestly trick for as long as he was the priest of his own domain full of other pieces of meat that were also consuming meat for their meat and meat for the other meat and that were also awfully afraid of going to hell after death, for they were addicted to the pleasures of meat.
This fucking priest used to get meat for his meat at night inside an expensive car that was obviously not made out of any human meat.
Once a night every week he used to spend at least two or three hours getting meat for his meat (Fig. 1).
He went on like this until one day after five long years of getting plenty of meat he was transferred to another church to make him honour what he had promised when he became a priest.
He was supposed to be a shepherd of human sheep. He had been trained to teach people how to handle their daily troubles derived from their own lives of meat in a world teeming with human meat.
He had been prepared to believe by his own religion´s precepts that he was definitely not just a piece of meat.
Although he was a priest, he had nothing to do with what priests are supposed to do in their hope to please a god that is not made of meat, i.e. keeping the promise to keep away from meat for his meat.
It happened that this priest could not live without a piece of meat for his meat.
He did not keep standing still. He had to get his fill.
The truth of the matter is that his own piece of meat was the master of his own meat to the point that his meat was always looking for another piece of meat that was meat and meat that was not meat but was meat in order to satisfy his meat and his piece of meat.
This particular aberrant priest used to have meat for his meat at least twice or thrice a week.
He carried on doing his unpriestly trick for as long as he was the priest of his own domain full of other pieces of meat that were also consuming meat for their meat and meat for the other meat and that were also awfully afraid of going to hell after death, for they were addicted to the pleasures of meat.
This fucking priest used to get meat for his meat at night inside an expensive car that was obviously not made out of any human meat.
Once a night every week he used to spend at least two or three hours getting meat for his meat (Fig. 1).
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| Figure 1. A devil of a priest having his weekly meat. Cartoon by Gundhramns Hammer. |
He went on like this until one day after five long years of getting plenty of meat he was transferred to another church to make him honour what he had promised when he became a priest.
He was supposed to be a shepherd of human sheep. He had been trained to teach people how to handle their daily troubles derived from their own lives of meat in a world teeming with human meat.
He had been prepared to believe by his own religion´s precepts that he was definitely not just a piece of meat.
Then suddenly one summer he had made more meat from his own meat.
It happened that he had already gotten pregnant at least five pieces of meat trying to put an end to his dreams of meat, for he could not live without meat for his meat and meat for his other piece of meat.
After all, it turned out that this priest was only a piece of fucking meat.
It also happened that he stood out in the crowds of human meat. He was a big chunk of walking meat.
Then suddenly one summer he was in a deep mess.
It happened that his meat fired by his meat for his piece of meat, for he only ate bloody meat, finally backfired and had produced five more pieces of meat out of his own fucking meat (Fig. 2).
By using his meat in secret trying to quench his insatiable heat, it happened that he proved to be only a fucking maker of bastard meat instead of being what he was supposed to be: A shining priest.
He tried this bit of a priest but he could not contain his fucking heat.
Notwithstanding, he always acted in public like a priest in order to get his meat.
But everybody in town knew of his big problems with his meat.
The women in the tiny town who had severely been punished by his meat used to say that he was a real devil of the meat in eternal heat.
Everybody in the town agreed that this creamy priest deserved eternal heat for his meaty tricks.
That his heat was consuming his own meat was widely known by the other pieces of meat that had been beat up by his evil meat, for those females who took his meat always ended up with new pieces of meat out of his piece of meat.
And, although he belonged to the upper crust, this priest never did anything to help his bastard pieces of meat!
He was a real creep!
Then suddenly everything ended. He had his last summer like this.
Because of his love affairs blessed by his heated meat, it happened that one day that he had to leave his town in a big hurry, for he was afraid that he was going to get a mighty beat by the furious husbands united to the taken pieces of meat.
So another priest was sent to the small town to take over the chores of the fucking creep that had once behaved just like a simple piece of meat instead of being a real priest.
Once the other priest was ready in his confessionary seat, the poor women who had been whipped to no end with so much meat by the other priest´s meat confessed to the new priest that they were now and forever afraid of getting more meat for fear of really ending up in hell without ever having any more meat for their meat.
What do you expect when people are ruled by their own meat?
It is a meat for meat world where people (Homo insapiens) have really no other reason but to be under the power of their meat for the sake of the pleasure of their own meat to appease for a short while the pains nailed in by their own meat.
What hope is there for such a world?
None whatsoever!
So ended the story of the devil of a priest of the meat.
Rumours had it and which went around for a long time in his former town that in his new domain this evil of a priest still continued with his secret quests and conquests of meat for his meat under the cover of a priest.
What a fucking priest!
And it happened one day that a peasant woman that had come down to the town to sell her produce in the city market wrapped up the whole business of this fucking priest by saying this:
Then another woman that was also in the market quickly added:
We fully concur.
It happened that he had already gotten pregnant at least five pieces of meat trying to put an end to his dreams of meat, for he could not live without meat for his meat and meat for his other piece of meat.
After all, it turned out that this priest was only a piece of fucking meat.
It also happened that he stood out in the crowds of human meat. He was a big chunk of walking meat.
Then suddenly one summer he was in a deep mess.
It happened that his meat fired by his meat for his piece of meat, for he only ate bloody meat, finally backfired and had produced five more pieces of meat out of his own fucking meat (Fig. 2).
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| Figura 2. A piece of meat out of the priest´s meat. Cartoon by Gundhramns Hammer. |
By using his meat in secret trying to quench his insatiable heat, it happened that he proved to be only a fucking maker of bastard meat instead of being what he was supposed to be: A shining priest.
He tried this bit of a priest but he could not contain his fucking heat.
Notwithstanding, he always acted in public like a priest in order to get his meat.
But everybody in town knew of his big problems with his meat.
The women in the tiny town who had severely been punished by his meat used to say that he was a real devil of the meat in eternal heat.
Everybody in the town agreed that this creamy priest deserved eternal heat for his meaty tricks.
That his heat was consuming his own meat was widely known by the other pieces of meat that had been beat up by his evil meat, for those females who took his meat always ended up with new pieces of meat out of his piece of meat.
And, although he belonged to the upper crust, this priest never did anything to help his bastard pieces of meat!
He was a real creep!
Then suddenly everything ended. He had his last summer like this.
Because of his love affairs blessed by his heated meat, it happened that one day that he had to leave his town in a big hurry, for he was afraid that he was going to get a mighty beat by the furious husbands united to the taken pieces of meat.
So another priest was sent to the small town to take over the chores of the fucking creep that had once behaved just like a simple piece of meat instead of being a real priest.
Once the other priest was ready in his confessionary seat, the poor women who had been whipped to no end with so much meat by the other priest´s meat confessed to the new priest that they were now and forever afraid of getting more meat for fear of really ending up in hell without ever having any more meat for their meat.
What do you expect when people are ruled by their own meat?
It is a meat for meat world where people (Homo insapiens) have really no other reason but to be under the power of their meat for the sake of the pleasure of their own meat to appease for a short while the pains nailed in by their own meat.
What hope is there for such a world?
None whatsoever!
So ended the story of the devil of a priest of the meat.
Rumours had it and which went around for a long time in his former town that in his new domain this evil of a priest still continued with his secret quests and conquests of meat for his meat under the cover of a priest.
What a fucking priest!
And it happened one day that a peasant woman that had come down to the town to sell her produce in the city market wrapped up the whole business of this fucking priest by saying this:
- With so many devils like this one dressed like a priest going around how in the fuck do you expect normal people to follow a priest?
Then another woman that was also in the market quickly added:
- At least not all of them!
We fully concur.
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