MAY: THE BOOK OF REVELATION HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH US! IT IS ABOUT A TIME THAT HAS ALREADY PASS'D! BABYLON IS FALLEN, AND ONLY IF IT IS "REBUILT" IN SOME WAYE COULD THOSE THINGS BE OF USE TO US! ARMAGEDDON HAS HAPPEN'D ALREADY. WE SEARCH FOR THE SYMBOLISM IN ALL OF IT, AND I SAYE, THAT WHILST WE ARE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS IN THE BIBLE, AND LOOKING TO REVELATIONS FOR WHAT LIES IN THE FUTURE, THERE ARE OTHER THINGS IN THE MIDST... THE KING JAMES BIBLE WAS ONLY COMMISSION'D FOR US BECAUSE THAT WAS THE ONLY THING THE CHURCH COULD DO TO CONTINUE TO HOLDE SWAYE OVER US ALL... THEY HAD NOTHING ELSE! IT IS A TOOL TO LEAD US ASTRAYE. IT IS A VEIL TO MASQUE THE TRUTH OF WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON IN THE WORLD, REALITY, AND WHAT THE CHURCH HAS TO DO WITH ALL OF IT. THEY HAVE WON! THEIR GOD HAS WON! MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF FOLLOWERS... ALL MARCHING TO THE WORDS OF THE BIBLE, AND THE PURVEYORS OF THE WORD OF THEIR GOD. WE ARE FORGOTTEN, LIVING IN A FORGOTTEN AGE. THE APOCALYPSE IS OF US. THE SCARLET WOMAN IS NOT DEAD BUT DREAMING, A SLUMBERING ZOMBIE, THE STATE OF OUR "GREAT CITY," CIVILISATION. THE CHURCH DID NOT WANT US TO KNOWE ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FALLEN ANGELS BECAUSE THEY DID NOT WANT US TO KNOWE THAT THEY WERE HERE, UPON EARTH, AMONG US, TO WAGE WAR, TO TELL HUMANITY THE TRUTH, FOR IN THEM THE LIE OF THE CHURCH AND OF GOD WOULD BE EXPOSED... THEY BURIED THE ACTUAL GNOSTIICK TEACHINGS OF CHRIST BECAUSE IN IT'S WORDS WERE WRITTEN THE TRUTH, AND THESE TWO TRUTHS BROUGHT TOGETHER WOULD END THE CHURCH, WHICH IS STILL THE MIGHTIEST POWER IN THE WORLD. BUT HERE, NOW, ARE WE RULED BY TECHNOLOGY, AND THE GOVERNMENT, AND IN THIS THE CATHOLIICK HAS "EVOLVED" INTO THE BORN-AGAIN CHRISTIAN. THE NEW AGE CRUSADING WARRIOR FOR GOD, THE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE INQUISITOR OF THE NEW WORLD, CLOAK'D IN THE GUISE OF SOCIETY, OF THE RIGHT-HAND, OF SUBURBAN BLITHE AND HARMONY, THE CORPORATE SENTINEL... THEY HAVE OVERRUN US, THEY HAVE INFILTRATED EVERY MEDIUM AND EVERY MARKET OF CULTURE AND SOCIETY. THEY ARE IN GOVERNMENT, IN OFFICE, IN THE CORPORATE SQUARE... ANYONE THAT IS NOT YET PART OF THEIR SYSTEM WILL BE ASSIMILATED OR ERASED. LOOK AT ALL THE CONSPIRACY THEORIES... IT IS THEIR PROPAGANDA. THEY ARE TIED WITH THAT PLACE WHICH WAS BABYLON- IRAQ. OIL. BLOODE. WAR. OIL. AND ALL OF YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR IT. I SUPPOSE I HAVEN'T MUCH USE LEFT FOR ANY OF YOU. I AM LEFT BEHIND. FAR, FAR FUCKING BEHIND.
MAY: MY ENERGY WANES AN' WAXES. THERE IS A LACK OF SOMETHING. PERHAPS IT IS BIGGER THAN I IMAGINE FOR I MUST PERHAPS IMAGINE IT TO BE SMALL TO THE END THAT I AM NOT INUNDATED WITH IT'S MONSTROSITY. IMAGINATION. SURPRISE. WONDER. I IMAGINE THE END. I AM SURPRISED AT THE IGNORANCE. I WONDER WHEN IT SHALL END. THE DAEMON WHISPERER. UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS. THE FUN'S OVER AS THEY SAYE. I DID NOT KNOWE IT WAS GOING TO BE LIKE THIS, SO SOON. SO SOON. IT WASN'T UNTIL I WAS ABOUT SEVEN (?) THAT I START'D TO REALISE I WAS NOT LIKE THE OTHER ONES. AND I WAS EXPECT'D TO MAKE IT, FIT IN, GET ALONG. I NEVER DID. EVEN WHEN HIGH SCHOOL CAME ALONG, I NEVER DID, EVEN THOUGH EVERYONE THOUGHT I DID. JUST LIKE NOW, I DO NOT BELONG, THOUGH EVERYONE THINKS SO. SEARCH FOR SOMETHING REAL. TO BE LED RATHER THAN TO LEAD. WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAYE IS NOT COMING OUT. IT IS TOO EARLY PERHAPS... IT IS TOO DARK IN HERE PERHAPS. TOO DARK, YES. THE IGNORANCE STIFLES. NO ONE SEES THE MAN AROUND THE CORNER WATCHING. NO ONE SEES UP DOWNE BEHIND THRO'. BANE OF THE ANGELS. CLUB SINAI. THE HUMAN TECHNOLATRY SYSTEM. FORGET TO PAYE THE BILL? GIVE ME BACK WHAT'S MINE... PRIMAL AGGRESSOR. WHEN SCIENCE CANNOT EXPLAIN OR UNDERSTAND SOMETHING THEY SAYE IT DOES NOT EXIST TO COMBAT THEIR OWNE UNKNOWING, SO THEY LOOK NOT LIKE ASSES. THEY SMELL LIKE IT THOUGH. THEY WANT TO KNOWE EVERYTHING, THEY WANT TO BE THE ONES TO TEACH, TO TELL US WHAT THE UNIVERSE IS ABOUT. DO NOT LISTEN. THEY HAVE BEEN STICKING THAT TELESCOPE SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN OUTSIDE, YOU KNOWE. THESE PEOPLE THAT ARE TRYING TO TELL ME HOW THE UNIVERSE IS CONSTRUCT'D, WHAT REALITY REALLY IS, WHAT TO BELIEVE... DAMMIT HUMANS, WHY CAN YOU NOT FIND YOUR OWNE PATH? WHY CAN YOU NOT PROBE THESE THINGS FOR YOURSELVES? WHY MUST YOU LISTEN AND FOLLOWE SOMEONE ELSE? WHY IS IT CONSIDER'D EGOTISTIICKAL OR SOMESUCH THING TO DEFINE YOURSELF BY YOURSELF, TO MEASURE THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD WITH YOUR OWNE HEART, TO LEAD UPON YOUR OWNE PATH? TO BE ONE WITH GOD? WHY MUST YOU ALWAYES HAVE AN INTERMEDIARY? WHY DO YOU LET THEM TEACH YOU TO BELIEVE YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH? WHY? THESE PEOPLE RETAIN THEIR POWER ONLY BECAUSE WE LET THEM. BECAUSE WE BELIEVE WHEN THEY TELL US WE CANNOT RISE, WE CANNOT LEAD, WE CANNOT DIVINE THE TRUTH. THAT IS ALL THERE IS TO IT. SCIENTISTS, HOW CAN THEY DISCOVER AND UNCOVER GRANDIOSITIES WHEN THEY GO INTO THEIR RESEARCH WITH SUCH BIAS AND SCEPTICISM IN THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS? HOW CAN THEY UNVEIL THE GRAND FIRMAMENT OF GODS WHEN THEY ARE SO CLOSE-MINDEAD? BELIEVE IN NOT BELIEVING EH? AND THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE "GENIUSES?" THEY APPLY LOGIICK TO BOLSTER THEIR SCEPTICISM AND THEY ARE BRILLIANT? THEY ARE INTROVERT, NOT EXTROVERT. SORCERY TEACHES THAT ONE MUST GO FROM THE OUTSIDE, IN. THAT YOU TAKE THE WHOLE AND STEADILY INTUIT DOWNE TO IT'S PRIMORDIAL CENTER, IT'S CENTRAL ESSENCE. YOU TAKE IT APART FROM THE OUTSIDE. WE DON'T WANT REAL KNOWLEDGE, WE WANT TRUTH. WE DO NOT WANT WISDOM, WE WANT ONLY DISCOVERY. ALL THIS TECHNOLOGY, AND WE DO NOT EVEN KNOWE, STILL, WHO OR WHAT WE REALLY ARE, WE STILL CANNOT DECIDE IF THERE IS A GOD OR NOT. AND OH, MIND YOU, WE ARE NOT SO GRAND, FOR WHILE THERE IS MONEY AND TECHNOLOGY, THERE IS STILL THE "THIRD WORLD" OUT THERE. IT HAS NOT AFFECT'D OR EFFECT'D MANY PARTS OF THE WORLD STILL. AND NO ONE REALISES IT IS THE TITAN DISEASE OF CIVILISATION THAT HAS WORN DOWNE UPON LIGHTER PARTS OF THE WORLD? WE HAVE DEPLETED THE RESOURCES, AND SCOUR'D AND SACRIFICED THE LAND FOR AGRICULTURE, ECONOMIICKS, CAPITALISM, MONEY. WE ARE IN A STATE OF SHOCK. WE ARE MAKING ZOMBIES PEOPLE. THEY WILL TURN AND DEVOUR US SOON. CREATOR ALWAYES OVERCOMES THE CREATOR. IT IS HUMAN NATURE TO REBEL. THEREFORE OUR CHILDREN, WHATEVER WE HAVE CREATED, EVEN OUR FUTURE, SHALL REBEL. AGAINST US. MAN FASHION'D GOD IN HIS IMAGE? GOD FASHION'D MAN IN HIS IMAGE? WE HAVE GONE TOO FAR, FOR HAVE TRIED TO CREATE FAR MORE THAN WHAT WE ARE, A JUGGERNAUT THAT ART NOT WE, AND WE SAYE IT IS OF US, FROM US, BY US, FOR US. AND... CONTROLL'D BY US. AH YES. THE CITY IS NOT A LAPDOG. IT IS MERELY SLEEPING. TAME ONLY IT IS BECAUSE IT IS SLEEPING. WE THE BEAST AWAKENS WE WILL LEARN THAT HE DOES NOT LIKE TO BE TOUCH'D BY HUMAN HANDS. HE IS NOT ONE FOR PETTING. BATTLE. YOU WILL ALL LOSE. YOU CANNOT FIGHT. YOU HAVE EVERYTHING HANDEAD TO YOU YOU HAVE NOT LEARN'D TO DEFEND YOURSELF OR LIVE WITHOUT THE MODERN CONVENIENCE. YOUR MIGHTY HANDS SHALL BECOME SMALL IN THE UNTIMES. THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT. BECAUSE THEY POSSESS THE CALLOUSS'D HAND, THE WORN MIND AND THE TEARFUL EYE. SUV'S, PLASMA TV'S. NOT WHEN THE CITY LOOKS AS THE CITY LOOKS BUT HAS BECOME AS THE WILDERNESS. IT'LL BE HALLOWE'EN 3... 6... 5... WE'LL ALL BE DEVILS! YOU'LL ALL BE LIKE ME. YOU'LL BE THEN HOW I AM NOW. UNABLE TO COPE WITH A REALITY YOU DO NOT COMPREHEND, A WORLD NO ONE PREPARED YOU FOR, FOR YOU WILL BE BITTEN AND FORCED INTO IT WITHOUT COMFORT OR SAFETY, AND YOU WILL GO INSANE WITH IT'S WITCHERY! JUST LIKE I IN YOUR WORLD. YOU'RE A STUCK PIG, HUMAN. YOU'RE A FUCKING LABRAT, A CANCEROUS MOUSE. YOU ARE A DISREGARDEAD TAMPON. ::FLUSH:: YOU ARE RAW SEWAGE. YOU ARE NOT YOUR CIVILISATION RATHER YOU ARE THE BY-PRODUCT OF YOUR CIVILISATION. WHAT WAS A SERIAL KILLER BEFORE CULTURE AND SOCIETY? HE WAS A HUNTER AND PROTECTOR PERHAPS? YOU, AS ALWAYES, ARROGANTLY AND PATRONISINGLY EXPECT ALL TO FOLLOWE IN YOUR WAKE. AND WHEN THEY DO NOT THEY LASH OUT. THEREFORE, YOU ARE SEWAGE, DISEASE, MURDER, SCANDAL, SUICIDE, TOXIICK COCKTAIL, POLLUTION, DEATH WAR STARVATION DEPLETION AIDS POISON'D CROPS DEAD THINGS DEAD THINGS DEAD FUCKING THINGS YOU FUCKING BASTARD........ FUCKING HELL YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK! WITH YOUR FUCKING SCEPTICISM AND EMPIRICISM. YOUR MEDIA AND CAPITALISM AND HOMOPHOBIA AND THE SHIT THAT GETS SWPET UNDERCARPET! FUCK! DIE ALREADY! THE WORDS "I HATE YOU FUCKING DESPISE LOATHE LAMENT CONDEMN YOU" DO NOT FUNCTION ANY LONGER AS AVATARS OF MY DISAPPROVAL. GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAND YOU DISEASE-BEARING WAR-SPREADING SAVAGE! TAKE YOUR THRONE AND GO ELSEWHERE! YOU DO NOT OWNE THE EARTH! YOU DO NOT OWNE ME! YOU CANNOT TEACH ME... I HAVE NO USE FOR YOUR. QUIT EXERTING FORCE AND LAW OVER ME. THIS IS MY LAND. YOU HAVE WRECK'D AND RAVAGED EXISTENCE FOR ME, THE THRILL OF BEING HUMAN. YOU HAVE PERVERT'D AND DESTROY'D IT. THANK YOU. THANKS FOR FUCKING WARNING ME! YOU HAVE TAKEN A CHILDE BORNE WITH STRENGTH OF MEMORY AND PASSION OF HEART AND LUST OF LIFE AND PONDEROUS IMAGINATION AND INEXORABLE AND SEEMINGLY INEFFABLE IMAGINATION AND TURN'D HIM INTO THIS... A DAEMON OF LOST GLORY AND DISDAIN'D CIRCUMSTANCE. THIS YOU HAVE DONE. AND NOW THE BASTARD MONSTER YOU HAVE CREATED AND SHUNN'D WISHES FOR REVENGE. LOOK, JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME FOR FUCK SAKE! THIS IS THE WORLD WE LIVE IN FOLKS! A WORLD WHERE INNOCENCE IS DRUGG'D AND RAPED AND YOUR PARENTS TAKE YOU FROM THE PROTECTIVE FAMILY BOSOM AND SEND YOU OUT WITH A BAG LUNCH INTO THE HOSTILITY AND IGNORANCE OF THIS! AND THEY MOURN NOT THE LOSS OF YOUTH AND IMAGINATION AND GLOWING SMILES. PAYE YOU BILLS, START YOUR WARS, CRASH INTO BUILDINGS, BETRAYE US. GO ON, HUMANS, FEAST ON ALL YOU HAVE MADE AND KEPT ONLY FOR THE SAKE OF DOING IT RATHER THAN FOR SURVIVING. IT'LL ALL GET BACK TO THEE IN TIME. EVENTUALLY DISEASE CREEPS IN FROM UNKNOWNE ORIGINS, HOPE THE ORCHARDS STILL SPARKLE AND THE FRUITS STILL TASTE OF HEAVEN. AS YOU WALK THE ORCHARD IN POLLUTED SUNLIGHT, AND LOOK AT GLISTENING APPLES THAT SHINE ONLY BECAUSE OF THE CHEMICKALS, YOU WILL, AS YOU SMILE VAINLY, YOU WILL NOT SEE OR HEAR THE BEAST CHARGING UP BEHIND THEE, FOR YOU ARE TOO BUSY HEARING YOUR OWNE THOUGHTS, YOU ARE TOO BUSY GLOATING OVER YOUR REFLECTION IN THE HUSK OF THE FRUIT. THERE, IN THE SUN-DRUNKEN MEADOWE YES! THE SUN-INEBRIATED ORCHARD, WITHIN THE BENIGN FORTRESS OF THE TREES, THE GLISTENING FRUITS OF MAN HANGING BY A ROPE YOU BETHINK TO BE STEMS, THERE IN THE FRAGRANT AIR, THE DISTANT BIRDS' BEAUTEOUS SONG RINGING OUT, AS YOU THINK IN BEAUTY, THEY ARE CRYING MADLY ESCAPING, SCREAMING FOR LIFE, YOU THINK IT IS BEAUTY THEY SING OF, YES, AND THE WIND THAT CARRIES THEIR SONG IS NOT WIND, BUT PESTILENT BREATH OF DAMNATION, THE WIND SIGHS AND DANCES WITH THE TREES A BIT, AND THEY MOVE IN, WITH THE WIND, AND YOU SMILE, WITH YOUR SMUG SMILE OF SATISFACTION THAT YOU HAVE RAPED THIS ORCHARD FROM YOUR OWNE UNBORNE CHILDREN AND UNSEEN FUTURE, AND HAVE COME HERE TO FIND LIFE, YOU SMILE SMILE, GRIN, SMIRK... WHAT IS THAT SOUND HUMAN? ALL IS STEADY AND PRETTY AS BEFORE, BUT HERE, IN THE MEADOWE OF YOUR IGNORANCE, YOU TURN ONLY TOO LATE TO SEE THE DECADENT MONSTER OF VICIOUS LUST AND PRIDE STARING YOU MULTITUDINOUS EYES INTO YOUR OWNE MALIGNANT TWO EYES, DRIPPING FANGS HORNS NOSTRILS DRIPPING DRIPPING FROM THE RANCID SEA WATER, SNORTING STEADY AS YOUR WIND, BEADS OF BEASTLY MUCUS AND SALTWATER BEING FLUNG INTO YOUR STUPID SULLEN FACE... THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ORCHARD, DEATH BEHIND THE RAINBOWE, THIS MASSIVE HULKING BEAST OF SIZE AND OBJECTION, THIS BALEFUL MASS OF SHREIKING MALEVOLENCE, ALMOST GRINNING THE SAME GRIN BACK AT YOU, IT'S MANY FACES AND EYES LEERING DRUNKENLY BUT ANGRILY, IT'S APPENDAGES FLOPPING NOISOMELY THROUGHOUT THE ORCHARD PICKING TREES LIKE THEY WERE ONE SMALL FRUIT, AND SWALLOWING THEM ALONG WITH THE OTHER SMUG HUMAN GARBAGE THAT IS DARING TO PICK FROM THEM... AND IT'S HEADS ARE MUMBLING IN A DISCORDANT UNISON, A FRACTURED HARMONY, AND THEY MOVE LIKE SNAKES TOGETHER, SIDE TO SIDE, IN AN ALMOST MECHANIICKAL FASHION, AND THE SLIME, THE GRAYISH GREENISH OOZE POURS OUT LIKE YOUR BLOODE, RED WARM STREAM OVER YOUR FLESH LIKE MELTING ICE CREAM OVER A HOT DESSERT, JUST PUSSING LIKE A WORM, AND YOUR SMILE FADES, AND THE BEAST LETS OUT ONE MADLY FLOPPING SNAKELIKE APPENDAGE, AND SNAPS YOU UP LIKE THE WAYE A CHILDE SNATCHES UP THE LAST COOKIE. YOU ARE IN ONE OF THE MANY MOUTHS... STILL... AH! STILL CONCIOUS! FEEL THE TEETH RIP INTO YOUR INTESTINES AND TEAR YOU NEW ORIFICES, MAKING YOU INTO ONE BIG... ORIFICE, LIKE THAT WHICH YOU ALREADY ARE... FEEL THE ACIDIICK SALIVA SEAR INTO WHAT'S LEFT IF YOUR FLESH, THE SOFT BUT NOXIOUS BED OF THE TONGUE. HEAR THE SCREAMS OF ALL THE OTHER SOULS ASCEND FROM THE BELLY UP THRO' THE LONG NECK TO YOUR BLOODIED EARS... KNOWE THAT THIS IS THE NEXT DESTINATION, THAT YOU WILL BE WELL AWARE OF THE MASSACRE OF YOUR FLESH, THE RUINING OF YOUR FUCKING SOUL. YOU WILL FEEL YOUR HUMANWASTE BODY GROUND AND GNASH'D THE SAME WAYE YOU WILL FEEL YOUR SOUL AS MUCH THE SAME ACTION ENSUES MALEVOLENTLY YOU WILL BE TURN'D INSIDE OUT AND DROPP'D BACK UPON THE WORLD AS THE SHIT YOU TRULY ARE AND YOU WILL FEEL EVERY LAST PIECE OF YOU BEING PUMMEL'D INTO CRABCAKES. CLAW AWAYE APEMAN, SAVAGE, BARBARIAN, PRIMITIVE. CAN YOU SMELL YOUR OWNE SHIT NOW?
MAY: DAYE AFTER MOTHER'S DAYE... YES, I REALISE NO ONE GOES ON THIS SITE. I HAVE NOTHING ELSE LEFT THOUGH. PREACHING TO THE UNINITIATED IS DANGEROUS ANYHOW. IT IS QUITE RELENTLESS HOW MISERABLE A PARODY OF MYSELF I HAVE BECOME THOUGH. I CAN'T FIND AN EAR TO LISTEN ANYMORE, OR EYES TO READ, WITNESS. I AM UNIMPORTANT TO MYSELF. A FRACTION OF MY STIMULATION HAS BEEN CUT OFF RECENTLY, AND SO NOW THE WRITING HAS SLOW'D. LACK OF STIMULATION LEAVES ME AT FRAY'D ENDS IN TERMS OF DEVELOPING WHAT I FEEL TO BE GOOD WORTHY IDEAS. I THINK "VoR" HAS GONE BACK TO SLEEP. HOPEFULLY ONLY TO STILL COME OUT WHEN WRITING AND PERFORMANCE ARE REQUIRED. HE IS AS SICK AS MYSELF, I IMAGINE, OR RATHER, SICK OF MYSELF. THERE IS REALLY NO WAYE TO FIX IT THIS TIME. A HOLE IS A HOLE AS THE RAPIST SAYES. I CAN'T KEEP UP MY MOMENTUM. PERHAPS IT IS MY OWNE FAULT. WHO AM I MAKING ART FOR ANYMORE? FOR A RACE OF BEINGS I CARE NOT ABOUT ANY LONGER? FOR MYSELF? AM I MAKING IT FOR MYSELF? WHAT A FUCKING LAUGH. A GOOD HEARTY DRAWNE-OUT LAUGH. THERE IS NO ROOM IN THIS WORLD ANY LONGER FOR THE KIND OF "GENIUS" THAT I AM. IF EVER THERE WAS. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME AND SPACE I HAVE BECOME. I FIT LESS AND LESS INTO THIS WORLD, EVEN INTO MY OWNE FUCKING LIFE! THERE IS MORE THAN THIS FOR ME. I AM TRAPP'D THOUGH. TRAPP'D BY MORTALS THAT DON'T CARE. WHY SHOULD I FUCKING CARE ANYMORE? I AM NOT GOING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE. I AM NOT GOING TO ENLIGHTEN ANYONE. I HAVE NO FAITH IN MYSELF. THE WORLD HAS BECOME TOO BIG, AND MY WILL TOO MINUTE. TO SAYE I AM LOST IS UNDERSTATEMENT. I MIGHT DO WELL TO FIND REFUGE IN DRUGS AND SEX LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, BUT THAT WOULD ONLY SERVE TO HASTEN MY LITTLE DEMISE. LOSING AMBITION BRETHREN, I AM. I AM LIVING IN A DREAM, A PHANTASY. THANKS FOR PLAYING ALONG. IT ISN'T REAL THOUGH. PERHAPS EVEN THE LIGHTS OF THE OFFICE DEPOT CENTER, AS SEEN FROM THE STAGE SHALL NOT BE REAL EITHER. HOW THE FUCK DO I KNOWE? WHAT WILL MY MIND PRODUCE NEXT? HOW WILL MY BRAIN SABOTAGE ME THIS WEEK? LACK OF SUITABLE STIMULI. LACK OF PASSION. AYE, DON'T LET THE WORLD KILL ME. IT IS YOU KNOWE, AND HAS BEEN, SINCE A TEEN. PERHAPS ALL MY LIFE. I DIE, I AM REBORNE... STILL THE CIRCLE WINDETH. YOU'RE A MOCKERY OF YOURSELVES, A FUCKING BLASPHEMY OF MORTAL BEING. YOU ARE ALL A FUCKING WASTE OF FLESH AND MATTER. YOU SIT UPON YOUR FUTILE THRONES LAUGHING IT UP FUCKING IT UP CHOKING UP IN ARROGANCE, GOD! FUCK YOU ALL! IT IS RELENTLESS! A WASTE A FUCKING WASTE! THERE IS NO GLORY TO THIS EXISTENCE! YOU ARE ALL A WRETCHED PILE OF HUMAN GARBAGE, FESTERING IN THE SUN FOR THE BIRDS TO PICK AT! LOOK AT YOURSELVES! ASK YOURSELF: "WHAT IS THE POINT TO ME?" "WHAT IS MY POINT?" TO BE WASTE FOR THE WORLD. CIVILISATION IS GOD'S GARBAGE CAN, ASSHOLES. SOCIETY IS THE BAG... LET'S PULL IT OUT AND TIE THE TOP CLOSED, AND TOSS IT INTO THE AETHER. BETTER YET, BURN FUCKING BURN... MY BRAIN IS AGING AND DYING FASTER THAN I EVER AM OR WILL BE. IT'S... GROSS. THERE FEELS TO BE DRYE SOIL INSIDE MY SKULL. WITH WITHER'D ROOTS INTERSPERSED THEREIN. A RANK MIXTURE. I TURN IT UP AND TURN IT UP WITH THE INTELLECTUAL SPADE AND NO GOOD SOIL MAKES SHOWE OF ITSELF. INSANITY. THE LAST STOP BEFORE THE END. THE LAST CHANCE TO REFUEL AND GRAB A SNACK. THE CAR IS RUNNING, BUT I AM THIRSTY AND HUNGRY AND CANNOT KEEP MY EYES ON THE ROAD. I NEAR THE PRECIPICE. THE GAURDRAILS CAN DO NOTHING AGAINST THE SPEED AT WHICH I AM TRAVELLING. I SHALL GO RIGHT THRO'. I CRACK THE WINDOWE A BIT. THE AIR SMELLS NICE. COOL MIDNIGHT AIR. IT REFRESHES MY FACE, BUT I AM WEARY. THE EDGE, THE EDGE... THE RADIO BLASTS, FOR IT IS THE ONLY THING TO HELP ME FOCUS, RELAX, CONCENTRATE, ESCAPE... THE TIRES SKID... YIELD, FUCKING YIELD! I AM IN A SPIN... THE ROAD FALLS AWAYE... I HEAR THE ENGINE ROAR AS MY FOOT HITS THE PEDAL AND THERE IS NO ROAD BENEATH... I SCREAM... DOWNE, DOWNE I GO... WHAT IS AT THE BOTTOM... PIECES... PIECE... PEACE..........
MAY SOMETHING... SOMEBODY HELP ME. FALLING... FALLING... FALLING... ::THUMP::
Machine Fetus
Some saye…
There is Hell to paye
No such Hell as in my eyes
There is such Hell in our waye.
To die…
Never see the Sun
Never love someone
Never love others when you’re the only one…
The only one…
Holde your pain within
Chokes you up inside
As soon as Life begins.
The only one…
Who cries not when someone dies
‘Cos it’s this Life that you despise
Give up your lies for the prises of Sin.
One daye out of the womb
Lock’d inside your room
Where are you getting to?
Push this world awaye from you.
This culture sulking in a violent mist (Iron Fist)
Borne programm’d and self-destructive
Machine Fetus.
Mechanised.
Cultureshock.
Technophobia…
Slabb’d an’ bought.
Preprogramm’d into this…
Machine Fetus.
From your mother, from the womb
~They gave you life.
Then tolde you what to do…
~Tolde you what’s right.
They taught you how to read~
Taught you how to write~
But only books that they maye deem
To be pure an’ right…
You let them keep you downe~
Cursed you for mistakes
Kept your freedom bound
Under hollowe rules they make.
Left you suicide
Could not do it.
Deprogramm’d you of Pride~
So you would not intuit…
What they had plann’d for you, plann’d to do
When you were excised from the fucking womb
Pierced you with their needles
Slapp’d you in the face~
They knew not how it feels
To be reborne to this place.
Emotion euthanised~
Heartstrings sever’d as simple wires…
Hardwired data, fed you by these liars…
Corrupt’d thro’ your system~
Virus in your bloode…
When shock treatment could not fix you~
They fed you fucking drugs.
This human technolatry system
The motherboard of Gods
With prongs an’ plugs to fit them
Humanity clicks on…
Your EKG makes no difference to me~
Hardlined attribute~ To pretend that you don’t bleede.
Flatlined fortitude~ Give it a fucking rest
What are you gonna do
When your technology brings your death?
This culture scanning for viruses
Borne programm’d and self-destructive
Machine Fetus.
Mechanised.
Cultureshock.
Technophobia…
Slabb’d an’ bought.
Preprogramm’d into this…
Mark’d for deletion
Machine Fetus.
This human corporate system
The mainframe connecting Gods
And we no longer fit them
…Humanity shuts off.
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“Will, or Daemon, excised and communed thereunto. Aetheriick Umbiliickal. :Remember: Flowing as Time neither backwards nor forwards. Aeternal Present Tense. Metaboliick Transferrence from Extremity Proximity leading unto PreterNatural Metempsychosiis, as from the Doctrine of Aetheriick Mechaniicks.”
-From “Orru’Daeah”
Quiet flesh, serene, Sublime
Out from Abysses, out of Mind
Present circumstance, pain’d and Awaye
Spiral to an Harmonious waye
Incomparable…
Unintelligible…
And Mystiickal.
Black and Aethereal.
InnerSleep, fell in to find
DaemonKeep, ennaeatiick sign
Inthro’ the hunger, Possess thro’ my
Primal perfect seed
-And thro’ It’s birth my
Body will die.
Infallible…
Unimaginable…
Ancestral.
Deep and Primordial.
*Nine… Am I
Nine… Am I
Writhing under blacken’d trance
Inaebriative CosmiickDance
Nine… Am I
Nine… Am I
Influence of darker Things
Flying under blacken’d Wings
The body falls awaye
In the preternatural light of daye
The streams of creation are Ours
Put matter into motion
Overleft the presence towers
Intangible…
Psychonomiickal…
Invincible.
Allegoriickal.
I Permeate.
I Create.
I Abdicate.
Flesh-Extrapolate.*
WELCOME. THIS IS THE "CULMINATION POINT" OF ALL THAT IS VILE, AETHERIICK, CARNAL, PRIMAL, PRIMORDIAL, COSMIICK, INSTINCTUAL, HERETIICKAL, PHILOSOPHIICKAL, MYSTIICKAL, AND BLASPHEMIICK IN MY EXISTENCE AS A TEPID CESSPOOL OF RANCID MATTER, AND SO ALSO IN THE SURROUNDING EDGES OF APOCALYPSEEARTH. HEREIN THERE MAYE BE RELIGION, BUT NOT OF THE "STRUCTURED SORT." THERE MAYE BE SPIRITUALITY, BUT NOT ALWAYES OF THE "BENIGN" SORT. THERE MAYE BE PHILOSOPHY, BUT NOT OF THE "CIVILISED" SORT. INDEED, I BELIEVE THERE SHALL NOT BE MUCH FOR THE MORE PREVALENT ORDER OF CIVIL MAN TO MENTALLY GREASE HIS RESPECTIVE WHEELS WITH. IN FACT ANYONE WHO HAS A DILEMMA OF USING NOT MORE THAN TEN PERCENT OF THEIR DEBILITATED WORTHLESS HUMAN BRAINS SHOULD EXIT THEREWITH RIGHT NOW. FOR, BY DINT OF THE MELANCHOLERA AND SOCIAL CANNIBALISM ABOUNDING SO RUN-AMOKINGLY ABOUT THE FACE OF MY PRIMALEARTH, I HAVE AT LAST REACH'D A CREATIVE APOGEE, IN SILENCE AND SECLUSION, THE TWO GOVERNING LAWS OF AETHERIICK ABEYANCE, AND SO HAVE INTIALISED THIS CUR'SED DEGRADATION OF MODERN TECHNOLOGY, FOR YOU, THE DISCERNING CONSUMER, TO RIP AND REND APART LIKE SO MANY OF YOUR FASTFOOD MRE'S, AND TO DISCARD THE OILY WAXEN WRAPPINGS OF LOGIICK AND PROPORTION. HEREIN THERE IS NO PROCESS'D MEAT, BE WARN'D. HEREIN THERE IS ONLY MISANTHROPY, LYCANTHROPY, AN' COSMOLOGY. AND MOST OF IT IS VIOLENT INTELLECTUALISM, POLITIICKAL SCUMFUCKING, AND PRIMAL POETIICKS. ANYONE WHO GIVES A GODFUCK FOR MANKIND STILL OR WHO HAS A HEART OF GOLDE NEED EITHER TO STRIP THE "HABIT" AWAYE OR BEGIN MELTING SOMETHING AWAYE... THIS SITE IS BEING CONSTRUCT'D UNDER EMOTIONAL AND INTELLECTUAL STRAIN, GUIDEAD BY THE HAND OF CONTEMPT FOR MANKIND AND SPOKEN THRO' THE VOICE OF PRIMAL LAW... PERSONALLY I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN OR CURSE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK, WHAT YOU FEEL, OR WHAT YOU WANT TO SAYE. IF YOU WANT SOME ASININE CHATGROUP TO TALK ABOUT WHY WICCANS ARE THE NEW CHRISTIAN, OR AN INTERNET FORUM TO DISCUSS THE DYNAMIICK OF CHARACTERISATION IN "THE MATRIX" AND THE PHILOSOPHY ISSUING THEREFROM, THEN FUCK OFF. I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WICCANS, OR CHRISTIANS, IN ANY MORAL CARNAL SENSE, AND THE FACT THAT THE THEORIES CONTAIN'D WITHIN THE MATRIX WERE NEVER GIVEN GLOBAL ATTENTION UNTIL THE FUCKING MOVIE WAS MADE. GO JERKOFF YAHOO OR AOL, AND KEEP TO YOUR MASOCHISTIICK EGOPREY EGOIST EGOFUCK'D VICARIOUS VINDICTIVENESS OF INTERNET THROTTLING. NOW, IF YOU WISH TO TALK ABOUT THE DAMNATION OF SOUL, REGARDLESS OF RELIGION, OR THE DETERIORATION OF FLESH THRO' PASSAGE OF TIME IN EXISTENCE, OR MENTAL PROLAPSE, OR ORDER VIA CHAOS, OR DAEMONS, OR AETHERIICK MECHANIICKS, OR QUANTUM SORCERY, OR JUST WISH TO FIND A "LYCANTHROPE" WRITING DOWNE HIS LIFE AS IT HAPPENS, SHARING WITH ANYONE BORED ENOUGH TO LISTEN THE EXPERIENCE OF "FALLING OUT WITH HUMANITY," AND DESCENDING FURTHER INTO MADNESS AND MENTAL TORPOR, THEN GRAB WHATEVER MASOCHISM YOU HAVE AND KEEP YOUR HUMAN MOUTH SHUT FOR ONCE.