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18-05-18 08:46

Excerpt from a recorded Possession permanently on Repeat:
There is only one Position to take if anyone can be called Moral.
The Position is this:
For 99.99 and half percent of Human Beings, Existence is nothing more than A Sick Nightmare. Furthermore, everyone of one of you motherfukers, allow it to happen every single moment that has ever existed in this Absolute Horror Shitshow called Life. Unfortunately, a small minority of "clever" people have always known this, decided incredibly sophisticated ways to protect themselves from this Truth, with the sole purpose of exploiting everybody else. What fuking assholes. Yet, you are all pieces of shit for participating. Now that.... "

Part 2 coming soon

11-05-18 15:07

Poetic Terror Weapon conceived:
The Insanity Flower
A wondrous orchid like bloom which when "gifted" to the target, secretely unleashes a neural distraught web in the target's brain, causing the target's self to explode into fragmental episodes, instant insanity effected. Strike Back at the Exploiters with this.

11-05-18 07:44

Kinetic Art Project Documented:
Co-conspirators and myselves - actors.
A signaling battery is performed on 2 sides of same street. The gang as metaphor antidote to growing presence of yuppie larva fully mature and ready to leech.
We follow some banker nerds and proceed to dance and invoke Djinn in such a bizarre cloud of insectoid clicking and alien screams, the children around are laughing with appreciation, said bankers get aggressive, my comrade shady whips out spray bottle of menstration fluids, nice and yeasty tang and a lets 'em have it. Poetic terror justified, must rid the city of these elitist parasites, purveyors of mundane pursuits and bad taste. We'll lose of course, but not without a legacy.

11-05-18 07:07

Who is authentic these days. What are you behind all that Armor of god, country, college, ghetto bling, and self. There's nothing there behind all that. The biggest fiction yet to be sacrificed shall be the self.
Unravel that hologram and you have nothing interesting at all left behind. Only Void. The self is actually a void. After 46 years of living the human nightmare called existence, I have nothing but disgust and morbid hate for this Fiction. Be Selves. A plurality of desires pivotal and malleable, stir that shit up like psychedlic witch potions might. Be gigantic with it, embrace void for what is - emptiness. A supreme Statelessness of constant insurrection. Overthrow self. Down with self. There's a good reason why pride(vanity\self) is the greatest Sin.

10-05-18 06:26

Diffuse the shadow into its profligate parts, examine its spatial coordinates, meta-map the interiors of Horror and Terror so that I may lay in boundless Chaos, pure decentralized robust Insurrection. One then becomes familiar with the Truths of Your Fictions. Gris-gris cut cocaine insufflated in epic bouts of death waltz, akin to cannniboided potions of synthetic Heresy to Hippy Ghost parties in the park. How about anti-Yuppie crowd control weapons in the hands of smiling children running amok as noble scavengers of Banker Carrion. Oh yes, this and more, please oh please, bring the exquisite Big Pain harvester into action. Mass blankets of scorching heat coalesce into Block-Chain Djinn dancing on the smoldering corpses of Abercrombie Assholes.
Remember this mantra kidz: The Beauty in life is fleetingly there as something to be appreciated only due to the bare fact that All is Horror, and Terror is the modality in which all things must be sized up and valued, then slaughtered to Fictions held Dear.

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