Tweaking

....."It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.".....

Gateways

A journey of a thousand life time starts with a single step. And sometimes it starts with a single step into a circle.

The circle of protection, where chants of the most concentrated kind can be perpetrated to the dismay of foreboding spirits…

Perfect Music

As one lies in the beach in search of solitude and insight, there is no better music, no better audio sedative than the perfection that is bowed metal music.

Cringe

Although one doesn’t cringe easily at hard to discern or accept situations, some oddities of the youthful kind, or of the ‘some-riffs-are-strangely-similar-to-a-certain-other-band’ circumstance, do entice some cringe-worthy moments in one’s erstwhile dull, dreary life. 

Signs

Every time I look around at the signs, there is always a strong sense of perversion and mockery on them.

So much so that one is forced to ask, sometimes, whether there is really any need to blaspheme an institutionalized belief system that is already corrupting itself inside out?

What’s the point of blaspheming something like that?

Unanswered

Some phone calls are just better left unanswered

Ontology

"I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness."

Commemorate

What would be better to commemorate the slaying of a leader, than to slay one’s own flesh?

So bring your knives to the hills and forest, tonight, mighty disciples of the infinite light….Let the night bath in blood as the supreme leader hath done to our enemies, in times immemorial…

Lost in the Moment II

Give me access to the infinite skies of primal chaos and I will find myself a creeping, desolate world of nightmarish yearning…

Where darkness is a swirling mass of potent life force, churning in isolation and silence, lying in wait for the imminent days of destruction…in constant muttering of cataclysmic mantras

Propaganda

The key to public control is a fine balance of persuasion and coercion, a sense of freedom and an omnipresent surveillance, free speech and propaganda, with the latter supplanting the ineffectiveness of the former, whenever necessary.

Carrots and sticks…Criticism and entrapment….Shamanic meditation and sacrificial ritual 

The only truth is the lies drowning in the brainwashed hippie’s bong pipe….and the blood soaked tips of my blades

Love Thy Neighbor

Oh, do love thy neighbor. Thine sweet, neighborly, fellow human.

In the plain wrapping of mundane existence, 

love thy neighbor with all thine might, intensity, 

and unbridled wrath….

Wonderful View XXIII

you dig...? 

Anton

I don’t think I have ever seen so many awkward moments as in this seminal interview of Anton, somewhere in the late 1960s, on the cusp of the wonderful, modern, brain numbing, corporate media mass hypnosis.

Tastily odd…

Distance

We give names to things. Attach values and perceptions to them. Agreed to use some of them for communications, for definitions, and thus create traditions. Agreed to teach the chosen traditions to our offspring, as truths, and thus foster a hereditary forgetfulness that they are just names. Until all started to believe that names are reality and reality are names, with no distinction.

So, when somebody or something comes up that does not fit the presumed values and perceptions behind their namesake, we, or you, or just me, or just others, tend to react in a variety of negative, distancing expressions. Because we do not know how to classify someone or something that does not fit the tradition of names we grew up accustomed to as reality.

Until, of course, the ones with whom we distanced ourselves, becomes familiar; accepted; popular; named; embraced....

Sleep

For fellow insomniac everywhere, the secret to a good night sleep is not in the form of a glass of milk; warm baths; aroma therapy; reading books; sex; or sharpening of cutlery. 

It lies in a well crafted, delicately orchestrated, superbly twisted, recording of a whirlwind of psychological outbursts…with a nice touch of discordant violins and saxophones. 

Trust me. You’ll sleep like a baby, on an abandoned grave.

Fun in The Elevator

You can never have too much fun in an elevator…

Pool Sessions

Ah, those lovely teenager nights. Breaking into the school’s swimming fucking pool. Getting high on shits, fucking and all.

And then of course, the orgasmic finale: killing all the party bitches 

Satanic Air Radio

Since “air guitar” and ‘air bass”, and -heck- “air drum” are not so far-fetched nowadays, I thought it’s only proper to add another “air’ category into the vocabulary of the ever-gullible and tastefully demoralized 21st Century..

A new word that would have not been possible to conceive of if not for the superb banality of Joseph E. Aufricht aka Joe Aufricht aka Xaphan, high fucking priest of the Order of Dionysus Sabazios..

Be forewarned, this might not sit well with those faint of heart, stomach and brain.

Satanic Aufricht-ian Air Fucking Radio