Share the Journey

Share your journeys, they say. Share the bane and pleasures of your lifelong journey, so that you are not caught alone in the webs of your mind. 

It helps, they say. Helps ends the endless thirst for more hunts. More taxidermy. More late night shoveling. 

Early morning regrets. 

Faces in the crowd. 

Latex gloves. 

Voices under my eyelids. 

Ad Nauseam

Fucking useless advises...

One’s Diatribe is Another’s Accolade

“There is nothing spontaneous or accidental about "rock." It is a product of classical studies of the ancient Phrygian terrorist cult of Satan-Dionysos, the model for the Roman Bacchic cults of similar characteristics. Crowley’s control of the "rock industry" has been documented by a team of [private] investigators, who have also noted, that in addition to the Satanist lyrics, Satanist messages embedded sublimely in rock recordings are a key feature of this subversive operation. 

The "rock rhythm" itself is copied from the old Dionysian-Bacchic cults. Even without the drugs and sexual orgies which are characteristic features of hard-core rock affairs, repeated, frequent, hours-long exposure to constant repetition of "rock rhythms" produces lasting, drug-like effects on the mind of the victim. Reducing sexual practices to the level of bestiality, is a crucial feature of Satanism in all historical periods studied, from Phrygian Cybele-Dionysos cult-period onward.”

Lyndon LaRouche

A Non-generic Groundswell

What could be more generic in the extreme, underground metal scene than references to blood

And yet, every now and then, you do stumble upon things that emanated such hard to cast aside, groundswell of anger and hatred, that really do last in your blood more than just a generic, teenage-angst of some early years dabbling in the underground.

I guess, for some of us, there’s nothing generic about feeling an affinity with the darker shades of consciousness.