

BootsNo.Boots
No, you don't. Fuck you.
Whiplash arms Contact Plastered Grotesque.
Broken mouth now you have to make noise that way Distorted speech, distorted mind, Moron song.
Art.
but i didnt i walked away


MagickalViolent assault on instruments of death, Face of hate hides abused skins. Self-harm hidden by melodic intimidation, Peripherals add insult to the injury. A beautiful creation that frees the mind; Mind of the creator and mind of the subjects. Hatred and chaos bring love and peace. Glass of aggression breaks; out flows elation, Depression is relieved while the ideas are misconceived. Therapeutic screams backed by speaker injuries, Amazing creations but talentless noise.Magickal


ReligionOne simple destination, Denoted by one single energy. One single shared desire, One single shared decision.Religion
Freedom to choose the preferred path, Path that leads to freedom. This simple creation of man, It causes so much chaos and hate.
One path is said to be more direct, Another is said to lead astray, And those who don't travel, The 'direct' routes condemn.
The more direct in reality's light change, True sight reveals their real intent. Control, subjugation, indoctrination. Removal of the freedom they claim to give.
Si


Who Was Saint ValentineA tear. A droplet of liquid diamond molten by the intensity of emotion. An exquisite, tiny jewel with a million implications. The beauty of this you give to me.Who Was Saint Valentine
A song. The elements produce such deep emotion by themselves,
Then combine to create euphoria in their ritualistic harmony. This profound magick you give to me.
A knife. The cold of the steel, the way the light glints, reflections in the blade. The control I could exert...freedom...release... This acute power you give to me.
A day. A single day in which I am supposed to thank you for al
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"Don't look at my finger. Look at the moon."
Derrick Jensen
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