29 May 2014- 28 June 2015

Loose bits of brilliance
And uncensored thoughts
Becoming rationalizations
Beyond the turning point.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
Romantic poetic nonsense.
Hopeful romantic.
Darkness a dire and desperate plea to be caressed by the light.
The uncertainty of what is contained within black.
Infinity of unknowns.
Romantic poetic nonsense.
Analysis of extended family dynamics.
Small talk as socially accepted lying.
Lies to oneself.
Liber Null.
The Thing.
A pondering on the night my spirit exited and an aimless drive taken, searching for it.
Live Boris.
Spiritual beliefs.
Code of ethics.
The notion that understanding the universe is your responsibility because the only understanding that will be useful to you is your own.
Belief paradoxes.
No such thing as The Beyond.
Franz Bardon.
Science asks how,
Religion asks why,
Art asks which,
What, the question Magick seeks to answer.
All Things done without attachment.
All done as consecrated action,
All dedicated,
All is sacred.
Later never exists.
‘How do you know if you’ve found your soulmate?’
The Chaos will never stop opening endless new doors of perception.
Grandiose workings of the universe.
You are Revelation.
Voluntary Fear Project.
Realize you are in prison.
Require no justification.
Society,
Culture,
Patterns of thought.
Truth,
Propaganda.
Do not fear the unpredictable,
Be the unpredictable.
The terrors of your own reality manifest themselves
Becoming all consuming demons in the form of your own thoughts.
Fear, hand in hand with insanity.
Fixation.
Mania.
Obsession.
Prophets of transcendence,
Scientists of spirit,
The unnamed shamans.
Precious plants.
Chaos.
I am trapped.
Who are you?
Who *aren’t* I?
Entering the role of the shaman as a young man prepares for his first spirit molecule;
‘You are completency’. 
An overlaid reality, a boss battle, we need four rail ties.
My fidelity, a sacrifice.
Genesis.
Shpongle.
Interdimensional hitman.
Vandalism by the Mad Scientist in the form of a sigil.
Hugging trees. Ambien lizards.
Becoming the Iron Soul of Nothing.
In/Ex.Pilot
Do fish who get captured and released endure PTSD?
Winter is coming.