Part 2 of My Evil Story About The Black Metal Show in Jerusalem on Shabbos….

Published: December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm

See Part 1 HERE . the Seer's wizened face contorted in disgust as he beheld the slumped form of the vocalist, who shook in fear as he averted his eyes. You think very highly of yourself, I know. The Seer's voice dripped venom. You think you are very good-looking. You think the world owes you everything. You think that you are immortal. No, muttered the vocalist, his orange, frizzy hair clumped and matted against his skull with rancid sweat. The smell of primal fear and fecal matter emitting from him made a few of the charedim retch in nausea. No, not at all, mocked the Seer, his liquid lightning eyes unforgiving razors in their disdain. The Seer's arms again reached heavenwards. My loyal students, he began, his voice ringing through the tumultuous winds that subsequently arose, churning the dust and litter. A filthy, plastic Rami Levi grocery bag blew onto the vocalist's face like a merciless jellyfish. It took

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