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

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

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