An endless evening of unspeakable delights awaits
at the Boston E2 Severed Head Barbeque.
Saturday, August 11, 2001
As the ox is gored, the band will play --
With severed heads a-sputter on the grill!
...and a sweet savor will arise unto the
You're all invited to the party, even if you'd rather not be.
The angular severed limbs and rolling heads
will roast over an open fire for your enjoyment, a spectacle of pure
gastronomic delight. It's a pity about the ox, but the vittles are bound to be
scrumptious. And did we mention liquor? There will be liquor, there will be
proteins, fats, and starches -- and then there will be more liquor.
Insensate revellers lulled by the howls of the unshriven
Eleven cripples will dance madly to the grating dissonance of paretic
trumpeters1. Blinded larks will sing ever so sweetly
as they weep eyeless tears on the bloodied ground. Grim and hooded flensers
will carve the charrèd flesh served up on plates of stone. The Bull of
Heliogabalus2 will crown the fun.
You will be amazed, we guarantee it.
August 11, 2001
At Cow of Doom's house. This is not a drill.
You WILL attend!
YOU DARE NOT DENY US.
2A hollow iron bull wherein the mad emperor
Heliogabalus roasted slaves alive at imperial banquets. I am not making this
The weasels are coming to get you, to get you!