The Church of Rebecca Black

You notice fake people

acting out fake lives.

You start to believe your reality is a CIA experiment so you can reconcile the utter phoniness of everything and everyone around you. You think about all the odd discrepancies you’ve noticed over the years in your environment and people’s behavior to confirm your paranoia. You concoct elaborate conspiracy theories about ethereal machines from another dimension. You call it entertainment. You don’t care what happens. You can’t help but get sucked back in cause there’s no such thing as death. You learn to love the lie cause you can use it against itself. You start to laugh. You start a religion about partying. You smear body paint and glitter all over yourself. You’re a god on a mission to tell everyone they too are gods. You blow the fuuuuuudge up.



The Way begins and ends

with learning how the path is the pattern.



. Possible side effects include loss of scalp and penis.

R. Talmadge Lacy

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5 Comments on "The Church of Rebecca Black"

  1. chinagreenelvis | Mar 15, 2012 at 1:41 am |


  2. Not only is today the first anniversary of when Rebecca Black officially ‘went viral’, but is also H.P. Lovecraft’s ‘deathday’ — a man whose influence on this atrocity is clear.

  3. Shortdoublelatte | Mar 16, 2012 at 3:09 am |

    Um, this is from the guy that posted about Gaga being the Industrial Messiah, right?  I give this an A for effort.  I suppose it is the Sub-Genius’ prerogative to choose a shordurpursav (short-duration-personal-savior to the uninitiated,)  however absurd.  

  4. Monkey See Monkey Do | Mar 16, 2012 at 6:05 am |

    I think i just lost my penis

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