Notes from New Sodom

... rantings, ravings and ramblings of strange fiction writer, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Rapture Party

Yes, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!! shall be turning 40 on the 21st October, which is also, according to Harold Camping the END OF THE WORLD. Coincidence or Coming-of-Age? Providence or prophecy fulfilled in the ascension of The Antichrist Himself? Me, I can neither confirm nor deny that my mother's name is indeed Rosemary, or that my true name is in fact that adopted in loving tribute by the Master Therion, the self-styled Great Beast, Aleistor Crowley (but spelled correctly by my parents).

No, you'll just have to join me and find out at my...

INAUGURATION OF THE ESCHATON!
No, wait...

40TH BIRTHDAY PARTY!


Yes, come celebrate the day that will henceforth be known as Duncanmass! Come shelter from the rampaging hosts of fiery angels unleashed upon the earth by the vengeful tyrant, the Great White God, or as I likes to call him, Moby Douche! Come join me in defying the very End of Days!

The heavens may be rolled away, the earth may open up, but we will still be partying, and God help any arselicking archangel who tries to stop us.

There will be sounds! There will be booze! And you know what? If that star called Wormwood really does fall from heaven and turn a third of the waters bitter... there will be free absinthe on tap!

OK, I can't actually promise the last, but I'll be fucking disappointed if Old Nobodaddy doesn't live up to that particular prophecy. Threat? Pshaw! I call that a fucking promise! At very least I want some wine of the wrath of the Lord... a nice red, maybe a Rioja. Cause Rioja's always nice.

So when is it?

Friday 21st October

Where?

Upstairs at The Universal,
57-59 Sauchiehall Lane, Glasgow

What time-ish?

8-ish til close-ish

Come ye and be saved from the fury of the petulant brat deity*. If there's enough of us, we can hold off the heavenly host through the Rapture, the Tribulation and the descent of New Jerusalem from the skies. And then we take the motherfucking Kingdom.

Oh, and if anyone has a trebuchet? Bring it, and let's give those Rapturees a helping hand toward Heaven!

*Warning: Salvation may include being thrown into the everlasting lake of fire.

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9 Comments:

Anonymous Cass R said...

Oh man, I wish I could come along to this!

7:06 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can't make it across the big water, but I wish you all manners of Dionysian debauchery!

I will be turning 38 on the very same day!

J. Ahlroth

8:40 am  
Anonymous Martin Sketchley said...

Have a good one, dude!

1:22 pm  
Blogger anna tambour said...

There in spirit, lending a hand at the crank of the trebuchet. May you have a most obstreperously happy day with countless more rising in the distance, as thorns upon the rose.

1:30 am  
Anonymous Juha T said...

Happy birthday, ye olde reprobate! Wish I could be there ringing in the end of the world with you!

7:02 pm  
Anonymous Sarah said...

Happy Birthday!

7:36 pm  
OpenID jimsteel said...

Bollocks! Fell asleep - sorry. Have a good one anyway, youngster - yer prezzie's in the post.

10:56 pm  
Anonymous Toni said...

Congratulations!

And rats! What went wrong? We're still here...

Hope you had a great party. One of which tall tales will be told for the next few thousand centuries!

Rock like you mean it!

Toni

12:22 pm  
Blogger Hal Duncan said...

Cheers for the well wishes, all! It was a blast! :D

2:28 am  

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