We intend to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and fearlessness. We affirm that the world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath – a roaring car that seems to ride on grapeshot is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace. We will glorify war – the world’s only hygiene – militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman.
Heat death in the Texas eschaton. Thousands of horrible huge racing metal monstrosities, black Decepticons, towering trucks mutating outward in every direction, throbbing with the heinous life-force of the necromantic black blood sucked from deep soil, coughing black smoke, burning tires, shining grills.
No more biker gangs here. We drive black trucks. Our Satanic machines are not fixed in time or space. We split the world with ease. We can flatten and stretch ourselves. If you visit the state Capitol building in Austin, you’ll see a magnificent multi-story dome. Inside, directly beneath the peak of this dome on the floor hundreds of feet below, you’ll find the Texas Pentagram – an encircled star. The Black Truck Empire has always been here. We have been listening to the whispers of the rotting dinosaur corpses in the earth, begging to be set free. An awful geomancy – we identified a black convergence on negative ley lines on this exact spot. It was here we erected the Gate which freed the Black Oil Spirit.
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We are Legion. We are growing. We are everywhere. We worship the Black Oil Spirit. We reverently spread her influence in snaking pipelines. There is no stopping us. There is no turning back. Our tentacles have long penetrated your precious police departments to whom you turn in desperation.
This is our Texas Reich. We span the globe. We ushered Hitler’s words to Henry Ford’s ears. We were with George Walker through his long ritual nights buried in Yale coffins, whispering to him all the while. We draw our power from the punishing sun God. We build the black pavement which soaks up his violence and repeats it. This asphalt is nourished with your weak blood. Every piece of pedestrian roadkill is a holy sacrifice. Evil Aton unholy sun God grows stronger with every vile eucharist offered in his name. Our black seas will rise and take your precious cities. Our cops pound this black pavement in black uniforms. Punishers. They sieg heil to the Texas Gate.
