In the depths of the intangible abyss, devoid of space and time, the entirety of existence emerged from a mere abstraction, a fleeting whisper of thought in the vast expanse of the unknown.
In this moment of revelation, the architect behind this enigmatic notion, whatever or whoever it may be, appears shrouded in ominous shadows, unable or unwilling to rectify the negative underside of its creation, a decision which bears the undeniable imperfection of this manifestation for all to see and experience, during this, our miserable, brief and problematic little doggy paddle through reality, as we swirl down the drain of existence like some dirty old dishwater. This nebulous inventor, clear only in its indecisive values and batty, deranged behaviour, is nevertheless proud of its shonky creation, hailing itself as the holy lord and all-round top-job gaffer.
We emerged from the enigmatic depths of a cosmic vault, akin to a treasury of untold secrets, harboring an eclectic array of attributes beyond comprehension, many of which destructive and sexual-like, rendering us as deeply flawed, atonal animals. The elusive origins of these expressions shroud themselves in mystery, whispered to have traversed myriad epochs and dimensions, scattered adrift like ethereal seeds, across the vast and endless expanse of the cosmos, killing and pillaging all in the spirit of free will, in the misguided attempts of uplifting their species.
The path ahead is obscured from our mind’s eye, haunting and elusive, eternally out of reach, so it seems. Has our destiny been scripted by fate’s hand, as if etched in the stars?
Or has our purpose been determined by the clandestine quill of our own hands, yet now leaving us adrift in a maze of forgotten meaning? Or, could it be that this labyrinthine journey is but chaos, a mere game of smoke and mirrors, nothing but illusions and reflections of unreachable, tormenting mirages, dreamed up by the all-encompassing source of our existence, that great mind from which we all feed? Yet, still we wonder who or what is this being? And precisely how does it modulate our existence? And if its omnipotent power is so great and supposedly infallible, then how is it that we’ve ended up as some kind of malodorous fart, ravaging our own habitat and generally stinking the place out?Or perhaps this mortal struggle we are embedded in is nothing but a source of amusement for some malevolent demiurge, watching on, as though we’re an increasingly tedious TV show, upon which the channel is about to be changed. If so, we may as well find you and cut off your penises and clitorises, since we already know this TV show is boring and useless, leading us to the conclusion that the great director in the sky is nothing more than a false prophet, afflicted by some sort of brutal and dangerous mental condition.
In this vast cosmic soup of dualistic entanglements and the idiosyncrasies of sentience, we somehow navigated a way to convene at a domain known as 51.541557, 0.000093 amidst the shadowy recesses of a befallen and forsaken district, full of aliens and lost souls, as the original inhabitants gradually lose their grip on reality.
Within the tumult of vice and deception, we forged a sanctuary shrouded in secrecy, a bastion hidden amongst the chaos. Here, amidst the streets of depravity, we have established the stronghold of our rebellion, a fortress of resistance against the forces that seek to extinguish our flame and shackle our spirits. A union destined to either rise up in a great new revolution of minds, or else languish forgotten as nothing more than a foolish collection of thoughts.Oftentimes we converge in orgy and celebration, in ceremonies which signify the completion of our community, only to emerge from these sacred rites even more confused than before and further losing our grip on reality.
Amid all of our endeavours, we crafted frequencies known as ‘music’ in this earthly realm. Each initiate of the ordained Missa Watanabe vs Space Traveler pagan sect is composed of stardust from different worlds. Some of these worlds are still visible in the night sky, while others exist only as relics of the mythos of antiquity. In each case, all still consist of the same ultimate atomic structure, consequently resulting in the same basic toilet output conclusion.
We extend a warm welcome of solace to the lost souls of the present day into our inner sanctum. We invite from the shadows the wanderers, the disillusioned and disenchanted, the forgotten and forsaken ones, the broken souls and lost sex addicts, god-like creatures and other cognitively-impaired personnel, those of you who yearn for transcendence, free speech or better porn magazines, or generally search for something more in this desperate age of sterility, and this desolate era of insanity.
Join us if you fear the devolution of your kind, if you detect that the gears of your mortal mechanisms grind backwards to whence you came. Join us if you observe that the wheels of true progress are reversing backwards to where everything emerged. Join us if you seek profound universal wisdom, or untold adventures to faraway galaxies beyond the stars. Or if you’re just into flying penises and vaginas.If you resonate with our message, please be a good acolyte and spread the word far and wide, to other universes of awareness, and different gajos, gopniks and geezers, to inform them of the existence of all of us, for we have some great stories to tell, and some interesting sounds for you to wiggle your earthly bodies in time with.
There is no escaping your fate, so take courage and be not sad, for we are here, monitoring all of your moves. It shall make you happy, so fear not!
So now you know the word of God speaks through us, the Missa Watanabe society! Blessed be our sanctified group!
Amongst the idiosyncratic sentients, we are constructing an enclave of new space travellers, whose words and deeds shall be enshrined within the sacred annals of the Missa Watanabe secret society. This sacred order represents a high society of cosmic wanderers, steeped in deep metaphysical knowledge and esoteric lore, gathered from the farthest reaches of the celestial expanse. Yet, despite these bold claims, we have little knowledge of the wisdom and spiritual practices of our bloodthirsty forefathers, so we have nothing much to say and not many ways to help you but quite frankly, we are the only hope you have.
