What happened? It was an old Gypsy story, one told by a Hawthorn fire, and whispered. They were digging a canal near Bath in Somerset. They had dug up an old gnarled Limestone figure. It was a Gargoyle glad to be back into the open air and it opened it’s mouth and talked as it was so happy to be out of the cool dark soil and into the warm sun. There was a clod of earth in it’s eye and a Gypsy [Frank Blood] scraped it away as the Gargoyle started to talk about the war against the Demiurge and what must be done. They quickly put it in a Hessian sack and stole it away. It sits now in the caravan telling rude jokes and limericks. We suspect it has the ability to walk….
- The whole point of the education system is to manipulate the senses so that the mind may appear to have an ability to think for itself which is not the case.
- Intuition and internal dialogue is negated purely so that the external and information systems become the standard for decision making.
Reading the endless arguments on this subject between the thankless bastards. It’s interesting that they’re coming from opposite angles, and seem to arrive at similar places. The real work of EIGEN transformation may be very difficult but If anything, I’d say that is the common ground, the synthesis. She bopped around the dancefloor by herself as I watched her push out that little arse for effect. Bop Bop Bop heels sliding across the floor. Zzzzzip. Those titties. Bop Bop Bop. Sip that triple whisky. Shut my eyes. Lick A Shot. Her white tight thing glowing under the blacklight. There was an old dude dancing, he had a shit beard and some flare for talking shit and he breathed on her. She put her hand on his neck and ground her sex on him.
- Information will come at you fast. It will overwhelm you. That’s it’s job.
- They call this endless stream of shit ‘Reality’. You’re not supposed to question it.
The Demiurge is so fire-breathing, so energetic, so cunning, so real, and it’s having results so amazing that it just makes me endeared to the whole idea of a twisted God-Bastard – I’m ready to die for the Demiurge, at this point. And I’m already ready to die for the pantomime, it’s the same feeling I have for the pantomime, because the Demiurge is us, you’re Demiurge, right down to your fucking Vans shoes when you don’t even skate. You get it yet? I tried to push my cock deeper into her throat and she was pushing me away now because she couldn’t breathe and I didn’t really care. I laughed and pretended to ejaculate all over her face blowing raspberries for effect.
1.This is the framework where the Demiurge gives you the freedom of choice. Do you want to fuck before or after we shower?
It doesn’t take a great mind to work out who the fucking whores of the Demiurge are. condemned they are, to tumble head over heels into the abyss. When it’s all finished of course. It’s like doing long division in your head constantly and you suspect EVERYTHING. But I quickly wrote down…
‘I’ve been connected to the internet since 1997 and I’ve never got a fuck off it’s bright endless flow of crap. I’m beginning to think that all the women on the internet are Demiurged.
- Here? There is nothing like the Alpha Plan to keep you locked into your groove you sad pieces of shit. Have some courage for fucks sake.
[INSERT RANDOM SEX PARAGRAPH HERE]
You have to be a balance to the empirical and the quantitative. I told her that. In a busy street as she pushed her tongue into my mouth as I spoke. It probably made more sense that way, who knows? The fucking Demiurge knows
I resisted, trying in the blackness of my sleep to shove every thought away as chaff in the wind. Thus wind is born, and solidified as a monad of the reality they build and I was caught. A thought is all it took and the hook was pulled deep and I could not shake free.
I felt its magic and remembered it from my studies of the arts, its unfeeling madness and desires, its hates and their inability to change their own existence. I am to be this things Prisoner I feel and for what purpose I have no clue as yet. But as is this foul things need I saw within myself that seed of awareness grow and as it grew every fresh shoot of light that burned into my eyes was bound with spell and manipulation and so was cursed from the outset. In the Eigen we fought a war with the Demiurge that lasted perhaps forever and for a moment perhaps. Rolling between the Sigils of their power. Power of war. This world is birthing again. The pangs of birth tremble and scatter it’s people
Cops starting riots. Getting the groove on and facilitating the disgusting will of the insane thing that twists and lubricates in its own filth, There in the void, the forgotten space. The place where nobody goes.
The Place I sat within became its true nature and was revealed to me and yet I see again the cloths they would put over my face so I would not see the truth. They have erred these things that have grabbed me from the sleeping sea. They have mistaken me for a thing and they have failed to see I am as them. I am not one to bow my own head to beasts of the Demiurge. Thus is it seen and I collect the visions to my breast and feel the knowledge rise within me as I sit and ponder the truths that would blast this place back into the Earth from where it came. But alas I do not, the sense of disorder is strong here and the sadness that pervades the brickwork stained with the fears of those who came before is too strong for me yet. Dead I was and awoken, a task I thought only fit for the true Father.
Bop Bop Bop. I really do want to fuck you. You’re special.