Why live when you could die?
Doctor Thompson – A person such as this genius will never die truly, and few conservative dicks will ever realize this ideal…Grow fat and die, consumer…
SMALL WORLD OUT THERE CONSUMING ALL OF MANKIND
the rage the planet must feel at the tiny invading force enveloping and breeding like mad, but one day there will be justice…
meditations on the pain.
nerves at the peak of some fringe sensitivity…the dead flesh sat in my mouth for some amount of time before I gave it up…no screaming and no complaints for such a simple loss of blood and energy…a wound that has never happened quite like that before until today…severed the frightened feeling with the chunk of skin and nerve…no one noticed until far after the fact came and went…the bloody tip still hot and pulsing tries to warn me of the impending dangers of mistreatment, but the pressure remains to blot out the cries in pain…emotional pain is so much more sincere, but physical pain is direct and there unlike the ephemeral emotions…
babysteps toward the apocalypse.
a medieval scenario built upon lies and deception between royal authorities and the instigators within their ranks. a bizarre melding of primitive myth and modern emotional fire as the fairy tale warps around and around again.
Quote of the Month; July….2008
“Do what you want as long as it’s paying off for you. But once it’s become a liability, then something is wrong and you better find out what it is.”
~Anton LaVey; american author of modern satanism, philosopher and musician.
collisions into responsibility
…and flowing from the night sky with grace and progress…the daydream of the habitual liar, and source of the extremity that was, the childhood impulse at large and streaking with that blazing sunset…what have you when you came here in the first place?…
The demonic etheric
Anyway, on the verge of throwing up my own site about the demonic fields (Ahrimanic and Luciferian forces) which have been growing in strength [go ahead, Khet, tell your theory on where Hitler’s soul juice went to] and opposition to the Good Guys [the Authorities and their numbers, who cannot intervene except when one knocks on that door and approaches without fear], I have been researching earlier mention of these etheric entities which we live alongside, and who milk us for our etheric energy.
the holi-dazed.
out of Context;
‘where the individuals clash in awkward constraints, each posed in thought over some conflicting issue, and there the silence begins. not the freakish stuttering of random effects, but the full-on intercourse of communication breakdown. I despise that place with a passion, where either has ideas unheard and unprocessed, and yet the words vastly ignore the point of speaking.’
