Sunday, January 16, 2011

Daniel's Cult of Love, Acceptance and Mindless Obedience!

Join Today! Free Muffins.

Daniel's cult, uhhh, we mean not a cult at all, but family fun centre of joy and peace and blissful happiness, is a wonderful, clean and well established ‘brain adjustment' program that gently coaxes 'lost peoples' into the correct and Daniel-centric world view with pleasantly numbing shock therapy and wonderfully long and calmly repetitive films produced just for you the new cult member! You will learn through special brain massaging techniques how much fun mindless obedience to the whim of the leader can be.

And also, how to avert your eyes, and agree with everything the great leader thinks and/or does.

Oh, and the proper way of asking the great leader if he's lost weight as he is looking super spiffy these days.
Also you can learn about generally being complacent and complicit with all things Daniel! Yay!

Let's all bounce to support our leader, who is really a friend and not a leader silly, just a friend who you must always, always MINDLESSLY OBEY. With the added bonus of free muffins and occasionally a live penguin dipped in chocolate if you are extra spiffy and ‘Daniel lovin' you can't go wrong.

'Bring me your tired, weary, huddled, sad and dirty masses and let them have muffins. Come onto me and let there be bubbles added to water heated to a nice cozy temperature whereby three or four at a time can have a lovely soak. I shall unburden you of all your worry, cares and material possessions.'
~ From the book of Daniel, the Nifty

Daniel, or OUR GREAT LEADER, has a smashing compound nestled in a beautiful, clean, picturesque and desolate area unburdened by any roads or human settlements for miles around. It is located in a cozy, safe, happy place protected by an exterior ‘happy zone of protection’ so bad thoughts can't come in. This is comprised of a 'Peace and Joy' no frolicking mine field for member's protection and several 'Smile and Love' barriers made up of flowers and razor wire. Mainly razor wire. The compound itself is as monolithic as Daniel, our great leader, and has indoor plumbing (new), padded walls (beige), and, yes, ping-pong!

'Let me, Daniel, rinse your brain of unwanted mental lint. Let me coax the dandruff from your soul hair. Let me eat the pain away with bites of delicious cleansing consumptive pain pleasure, which taste better than Havarti even. Come unto me and I shall lick the world clean with the thrice cleaved tongue of wisdom, love and transforming, mind altering hypnotic, bright shiny light.'
~Daniel, Great Leader, Spiffy Dresser.

Have you been lost, adrift without hope or joy? Fighting with your loved ones? Frustrated at an empty and cold society? Come into the warm, come feel the slow dance of communal love and squishy togetherness. Come and be loved by Daniel and blindly follow his world views and deep empathy for all cheeses. Find your new family, which you will become exactly alike to and therefore close to. You will find acceptance and a belief system involving generosity and peace and the great feeling of having no worries or possessions in your name (they will be in Daniel's so you won't have to worry about them anymore). Also embrace an unquestioning obedience and servitude to the GREAT LEADER, who happens to be on the lookout for a new wife or three, if you play your cards right and are large. Note: The great leader likes his women really, really LARGE.

Though the GREAT LEADER has never been photographed due to security concerns and the fact that he believes photographs have the ability to steal sexual energy and can cause early onset male pattern baldness, we assure you he has very excellent and shiny white teeth with no chips or missing bits and hair of a flawless and wavy, if you will, bouncy nature.

Daniel, once a small town muffin baker, came to realize his importance one day in 1982 while eating his weight in uncooked muffin batter. Suddenly the mixing machine he was licking the inside of was touched by aliens from the future. It came to life spinning him around painfully for three consecutive hours before knocking him unconscious whereby he dreamed the aliens from the future came on to him, and blessed him and told him his mission which was to start a cult community of happy people who give him all their possessions and love him, and to completely isolate them from the world. Oh, and to bring forth an abundance of muffins.

'I saw the light. I saw how great I was. And the aliens from the future saw how great I was. I thought, I need to spread the word about how great I am to everyone, let's start a cult, I mean family. Let's have fun, let's bake muffins everyone!'
~ Daniel, Great Humble Leader

Are you looking for guidance? Are you looking for confidence and something to believe in and a family fun filled experience in dogmatism. Lose yourself in us. All you need to do is sign over all your possessions and worldly goods and you can join up too. There are NO, repeat, NO mind altering brainwashing drugs in the muffins. They are blueberry muffins. They will just make everything just neatorific and wonderful like man… Bliss… When the blueberries kick in after 5 to 25 minutes. Trust us, they are gooooooooooood muffins.
BLISS!

Glory of muffins to all!
By: Daniel Smallegange

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Path to Perdition, Hitchhiked

Hitchhiking our way down the well worn path to perdition. The antagonisms and the lack of a strong drink. Our conscience swarming and disturbing, like flies, like thick viscous smoke. Sordid and well stocked with smiles and fears, walking backwards, thumbs out. Grinning and bucketfuls of vice for companionship, we slither and hop, down and out along the rock strewn pathway to our own and specially anticipated hell.

Fellow travelers roaring past, dodging cans and bottles, wrath and mirth, we light a fire to one another’s heavy breathing and toke it up, hold it in and get the elate. Dancing and supplicating gods and demons both, if there is even a difference. Supplied with pantings and screamings and moans, groans, lust and death, supplied with anger and laughter we stop and rest at a nearby fetid place and revel in the pods of muck filled with all that’s sweet and all that’s black (these the toads sell, along side the swamp) filled with all that’s sweet and all that’s black, excepting also what’s light be also included for the price of one dream and a portion of our last crust of bread. And enter now the salving dreams which come thick and coiled as any pythonic embrace. Our arms also, clinging tight. This and the warmth of fire.

Stars so many jewels in the blackest night, perfect and cold and desolate and so very far. We scoff and sputter well into this night. The violence of truth. The intangibility of happiness and the shocking and terrible ability of our digressions/transgressions. They cling to one, stubborn, like a fine mist or disease incurable. They isolate, decorate, marks of torture or badges of honour all. The violence of truth clashing on our shields of mirth and irony. Dance my love, dance, long into the gentle night.

Laughter in the dark and a stranger's knife in broad daylight, cold against our throat, waking us. Robbed of our last scrapings of sustenance and a few coppers we are free. Our steps so much lighter as we move once more, free and well pleased and placed. Hitchhiking our way down the well worn path to perdition. Skipping and pausing and lapping it up. Grinning like wolves. This case, as in most, the journey so much better than the destination…
By: Daniel Smallegange

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Your Silence

You are evil by your constraint
Your silence
It is like a whip
A scourge
A demon
Feasting upon all my tears
Fears and heartbreak
Your silence
Lingers like a behemoth
Sifts through the air
Like smoke choking
And you are evil also by your
Attempts at salvation
You break all bonds and hurdles
I have placed to entrap you
Silence so loud and
Frightening hurts
My trembling sensation
Stabs my interior with ulterior
Efficiency
My hands are rough with the scrubbing
But the stains remain, remain
Clear here, there
For all and sunder
My guilt equates your evil
My heart is two ounces of
Conspiracy against us
However, your silence does not breed
Contempt
Because of my will
Because of my longing to remember you
As someone good
But it does, it must
It festers, hurts, swells
Malingers
Your beautiful eyes
Smiling crooked in stolen pictures
Silence like a scourge, a whip
You are evil by your
Longevity and opposition
Your silence
By: Daniel Smallegange

Thursday, November 11, 2010

This Memory

Love and lust and darkness
Intertwined through all them fighting
Blacks and reds and too much grey
While we dance on our sides
Unseemly clutchings and moans
Bitings and kissings and
Crushing so hard
Things that
Would make a whore blush
We touch legs, necks
Together forever
For a stolen piece of time
Kissing in the stairwell while
All the while our others
Our betters our lovers
Fraternize just inside
Oblivious
Just as love and lust and darkness parts
The moon intrigues
Clouds flee as if
Ashamed of our beauty and
Carnal lust
Clouds parting the darkness reveal
Tears on your cheek I lick them
Shed by star jaunted beams of light
They weren't there in the darkness
Do you my love
Regret?
As we fuck slow sensuous
On the balcony new now secreted place
And the moon shows just how perfect
We are together
Our bronzed bodies made ivory splendour
While our betters, our lovers
Mingle and discourse oblivious
Metres away on the inside
Of this Annex house party
I want this only
This memory
As forever we part
Together forever
We shall part
Soon to meet
As enemies, lovers, friends
Be us damned
Or otherwise
This memory
I shall keep
By: Daniel Smallegange

Saturday, September 18, 2010

From Even in Greatest Darkness

From even in greatest darkness
We have our need
To shield us from
The light
We have our need for
Secrets, silence and the safety of
Ambiguity
Dancing in our cloaks of grey
Waltzing in our fierce disguise
Solace in the solitary heart
From even in greatest darkness
We have our need
For the calm and the serene
Peace and the defence of
Obscurity
Discretion wrapped in a black dress
Comfort in the languid arms
Of midnight
But even in greatest darkness
The light creeps in
Revealing, reveling
All that which
We wish to hide
From even in greatest darkness
We have our need
By: Daniel Smallegange

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Tender Reminiscences of an Aging Sociopath

Remember when we were self
Motivated
And we were self
Confident and
Sweetly vicious with victory
Remember when we were new to the world
Oh so prim and pretty
Young and full of fight
Free and talking war against
Whoever lost the coin toss
Talking revolution and talking of unlatching
All the pens from which the people stare
The self made prisons where they
Sit and sulk and feed the machine
As long as they get their three square talk show gruel
Remember how easy they were
To sabotage
To infiltrate
To destroy
Remember when you and I
Would talk long into the night about
Truth and beauty and love and
The vibrations of murder
It seems only yesterday
So sweetly yesterday
When I threw that bomb into the supermarket
Just to wake them up
But it didn't wake them up
They just all stared
They just all died
Remember those sweet sultry times
Freedom through violence
Death as an aperitif
When we were killers
We two lovers
By: Daniel Smallegange

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Cat by Dan Smallegange

 
by Dan Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2006.