I started the day listening to a show about Aleister Crowley while cutting up recycled aluminum cans for my art car project. You know for as powerful of a sex magick egocentric pompous English tubby he was, who would have thunk he would have died alone, loathed as a man, hooked on heroin and penniless?
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You know what I don’t get, how is it that a person who swears their allegiance to the dark side of Kabbalah expect nothing less then betrayal in return? How about Duh?
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The lingering stench of King Solomon still pulses through the veins of more power glutton dark freaks behind the curtain to this day. Yawn. How much power does a being need to feel complete? How much do you have to own? Do you think choosing to consciously evolve yourself downward toward the lowest vibrational levels is gonna make you more powerful, over what, Craptasticness?
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It's a new day, and today if I can help it, It's going to have less Darkness and more Light, Love and fun recycled aluminim can art that makes the world smile.
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