The long night of the homosexual elephants (how to eat an elephant)
by Si Philbrook
The night of the homosexual elephants we drew out our sharp knives and waited in the dark alleys. Piccadilly was a no go, so we congregated in Soho and Jez whipped the crowd up to a frenzy. We saw a few film stars, out slumming it and enjoying the fireworks. There were others, politicians scurrying home after getting their cocks sucked by an odd assortment of tranvestites, dykes, hookers and tramps.
The night of the homosexual elephants belonged to the people. We rose up and wiped away all the mutha-fucking shit we were scared of. We rose up and cut the fucking elephants to pieces. The fires were lit all over London and we ate out on their sorry carcuses, all that sweet crackling, their flesh tasted like chicken and we broke the windows of Tesco Express to get some dark soy sauce, and a few cans of cheap cider.
The night of the homosexual elephants was glorious. The whores all gave it up for free, to celebrate the death of so many elephants; and those that didn’t we took anyway, because we were the new gods. We were life that night, fire-bright and fierce. We were the gods of the old testament bringing our wrath down on the homosexual elephants. They made us sick in our abhorrence, and we cut them down.
The night of the homosexual elephants will go down in history. The night the homosexual elephants were finally punished for their evil abhorrent behaviour. They have brought the punishment of the baby lord jesus down upon us. They have brought global warming and tsunamis. They destroyed New Orleans. They flew into the twin towers.
My tutor once told me that to study, to “eat an elephant” you had to take it one bite at a time. The night of the homosexual elephants was our first juicy bite and their blood runs down our jowels so sweetly. They are succulent in their depravity.
The night of the homosexual elephants I wore my white hood and I burned my cross
The night of the homosexual elephants……is coming.