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All Things Move Toward Their End, Indeed...
Nick Cave Dead at 47

Before I begin writing this story I would like to express my thanks to Mick Harvey who helped me dealing with this difficult affair. Please remember also, that I have never written a eulogy in my life. This news story, though fact, is from the bottom of my bloody bowels.

Mourners grieved Wednesday the ultimate demise of Avant-Garde Goth singer Nicholas Cave. The events surrounding his death has caused much controversy and a special task force called the Federal Bureau of Investigations is heading the investigation.

Cave was found early Wednesday morning in the Uthru Woods in some undisclosed location in Palm Beach County, Florida. He was apparantly stoned multiple times and suffered massive head wound injury which somehow caused him to die. What is disturbing about the situation is that a bunch of the infamous Palm Beach County butterfly ballots were found stuffed in his mouth. The Federal Bureau of Investigations gave a press conference which seemed to indicate that this was the work of extremist Ralph Nader supporters.

Cave was a Buchanan Supporter

Cave, never one to discuss his own personal politics and relationships became an adamant Pat Buchanan supporter in the 2000 Presidential elections. Cave flew all the way from Dayton, Australia to campaign for the election of Buchanan.
The following is a speech gave at a Buchanan fund raiser function late October:

Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. You may know me as a man who has always dignified and upheld the rites of our maker and of our creator. I have done so in my songs throughout my worthless career. On "Tupelo", I sing of the coming of our Lord and on one of my most famous gems "Red Right Hand", I sing of the devil in our souls. I am here today to talk about a man I admire more than my own mother. A man who has given me the gift to keep heading forth in my pestilent existence. This man has risen me up from the nadir to the pinnacle of the ultimate spirituality. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am talking about your future president of the United States of America, Patrick Donavon Buchanan.
In my song "The Carny" I sing the words "Away, away, we're sad to say". I will tell you what those words meant to me when I wrote them down in 1986. I have never told anyone this but now I feel I must share this. I was singing about the inherent destruction of the United States of America because of illegal immigrants. You will remember that in my song "The Carny", the carnies dug a hole for a nag named Sorrow. This hole they dug at the southern border of Texas was to keep out those illegal immigrants. They only put Sorrow in there as a decoy. The hole was going to big enough to physically separate Mexico from the United States of America. Don't you see folks! "The Carny" is about my dream in keeping illegal immigrants out of the United States of America. I believe Pat Buchanan is the man to help us achieve this dream.
I'm going to step down from the podium now because my lungs are hurting me. Maybe it's all those years of smoking cigarettes or ganja. I'm not sure which. I will leave you with the words that ended my epic song "John Finn's Wife": Poor John Finn, lying dead on the ground. That's all. Goodbye and God bless every single one of us.

Cave Will Be Remembered

Well, that's actually not true. Cave won't be remembered. A funeral ceremony will be held in Cave's hometown of Dayton, Australia: Monday, December 4. He won't be remembered. I will remember him though because I sang with him on that awesome song "The Weeping Song" from "The Good Son" album.

Read Alan Hicksey

Alan Hicksey is a man of words, a man of breadth, a man of invulgarity. You really need to read some of his early works. On murderweb.com, we have compiled the first six stories Alan Hicksey has written for his previous magazine "Egg Gas Mag". Click on each below to get a nice surprise: