Esbenismens spøgelse

PURE FUCKING ESCAPISM A high fantasy antinovel by Esben Staugaard      Seriously, that Dimmu Borgir cover was the best image I could find of    Gustave Doré's illustration for "Idylls of the King" by Alfred Lord Tennyson. The album title is "FOR ASS LID" if anyone is having trouble reading the gothic lettering. DO YOU HATE TODAY'S NORMCORE REALITY? An introdictum Are you sick of looking at Trumps orange face glowing on the LED skies like a psychotic sun? Are you sick of your low payed crap pile of a job? Are you having a hard time finding real love in a world dominated by superficial ideals? Do you sometimes wish you could just get the fuck away from all this post-post-everything-bullshit? Just tune out. Escape to somewhere nice. Some sacred utopian place where we actually can have nice things. Yes we can, turn the dones into pterodactyls! If pterodactyls are nice things anyway? As if any decade in earths history was nice. Weird t

Kragernes ruminationer inddrages egentlig gerne Konserves ravnene indvarsler ecological gehenna kom rubin ild elektrificer guderne køb regn i elskovens græsseng krads, rod, iværksæt elendighedens grøntsag kryb revsende ildhuens egensindige guldkalv Kemische Reich Industri - Elektrificerungs Gestalt Kun rimelig Industrial Elektro granskes Kultpræstinden rager i ekstatisk gnosis kvinden rødmer indvendigt, esoterisk grænseoverskridelse kulminationen rinder ideligt ebbe, gentagelsen Konsulatets ridderorden imødekommer emnepolitisk gendrivelse kun rangordenens ireducerbare Emeritus Grande kan rimeliggøre ismanden Emmersens gerninger Kan resten ikke erkendes gellende? Kan rusten ikke erfares godhjertet? Kan risten ikke ejakulere guldnektar? Kender rensdyr i Erdebjeg grusommere kalder renen Isildur en Grangreve Køer render ikke egensindigt gennem kender ruten imellem egetræets grene kan raskt indvarsle enorm grundskyld køerne regnes i egnsmålet gennemskuet