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11/12/2011 12:38:48 PM
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I started reading this Swedish Splatterpunk novel
"The Butterfly from Tibet". It's pretty good so far. Here's a nice part from one of the earlies chapters, run through the sophisticated translation machine known as Tobey:
"The beast opened its infinite anus-eyes and ejaculated its shit over the world. A furious roar scattered the clouds, shook the earth, killed the fields. Legions of swine were to be conjured up to murder the world, the accursed father's puny creation was to be be violated with trash and filth. The ground was seething with tears. A rain of bright red apples came down from the dark clouds. Mountains rose and lakes disappeared. The dead were alive again. The living died again and again. The beast saw the rings spreading over log and stone, man and beast, and he saw that everything was evil and would evil remain, and he found it good. Martin was carried to his home, went on mile after countless mile without time to a home that was no longer his. Sweden.
The seed was sown."
