On Valentines Day 1997 the Anti-Christ Superstar exploded out into the vulgar gutter of Mall/Rock Pop Cultural. Bringing together musical cohorts and groupie sluts across the world into a frenzy of subversions bordering on a Wal-Mart mens room at 4am tuesday. Proving God can be mocked, but not Capitalism. The left leaning musical drug induced vomiting was met with a stream of hypocrital self-rightous explosive diarrhea from the far right. God's children in the middle were left cold, wet and smelly. There was a moment there, that something seemed possible, There was a moment there, that we felt like something could really happen. It did happen. But then it was over and the world kept spining away pulling yesterday out of reach. The joke that got the whole party to laugh wasn't as funny the second time, or the third. The deck got shuffled, new costumes, more became less. Now it's time to finally bury the corpse. The heart the gave the beat and pumped the blood into the Anti-Christ Superstar is in 8 pieces. You can bow and pray to the first one at the Hard Rock Cafe in Las Vegas while paying too much for dead cow served by someone who isn't sexually attractive enough to be a whore. The other seven will be much harder to find. Spread thru out the globe like a birthing mothers legs. Places like Gothenburg Sweden, Perth Australia Cary North Carolina and Washington DC they are being guarded as their power renews until the one day when they will be brought back together again and the second coming of the Anti-Christ Superstar is unleashed on the world. If you are near a piece, you might get to see it. To touch it. But only one has the strength to bring them all back together again. And when they are back together again, the force will be unstoppable. Weep not for what is gone, the scattered dust is settling and the world will spin till it stops.
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