Twice in two days. People might think I gave a damn.
It has come to our attention that there might be those of you stumbling upon the site for the first time (or perhaps returning after the drugs we gave you last time wore off) and wondering what the Holy Fuck was going on.
This is Deophagy.com. Even says so at the top of your screen. This is the hub around which all of our machinations spin. Whether it be the mail order zombie bride business or the random dispatches from one of my more paranoid personalities, you’ll find it here.
At least in theory.
In reality the site lurks in the darkest corners of the long-forgotten net, acquiring a lovely variety of psychotic delusions and nasty viruses (the kind that leak through the phone lines and make your girlfriend leave you for a Bavarian goat herder) and generally gathers dust.
It stirs periodically, we feed it, and it slithers back off to R’yleh or wherever it spends its time these days.
But what is Deophagy? We’re the latest trend, plague and baby sitter service, spreading our message of life, love and pointless destruction. Part band, part social experiment and part delusion of grandure, Deophagy is the cure for the common cult.
Etymologically speaking, we are the consumers of Gods. The Christians, long having forgotten that their messiah told them to “take, eat”, we have decided to take him and the rest of his ilk up on the offer. Transubstantiation and weak symbolism is no longer sufficient. Rather, we gorge ourselves on the Gods themselves.
And don’t think we’re stopping at the Christcicle.