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Seroquel Sal

Like Joan of Arc she heard a voice inside

The voice of god commanded suicide

And so she took a razor to her wrist

And made a choice no longer to exist

A phone call and the cops were at the scene

The doc saved her, but all he saw was green

So now she sits like livestock in a pen

They will not risk her running free again

They’ve laid to rest the voice inside her head

If only she would just get out of bed

They credit Seroquel for their success

The pharmacy has made her something less

Less of a person, but less of a threat

Heroically they keep her on that med

The nurses praise her, cheer her on her way

Then denegrate her when she is away

They say she’s making progress and they’re proud

But they all seem imaginary now

Fictitious people, all facsimiles

She doesn’t miss her figment family

Nor do they miss her, they don’t give a damn

That their daughter’s the victim of a scam

She’s getting fatter with the passing time

The nurses see it as a healthy sign

They’re speaking in a foreing dialect

But what they’re saying isn’t quite correct

To them she’s just a cash-crop they can hide

And so they keep her locked away inside

And so she wastes her youthful prime like veal

There is no court, there isn’t an appeal

You made her different, maybe I should thank you

Thanks but no thanks, ’cause god told me to hate you…

Fuck your Sustenna and fuck all your therapies

Fuck your hospitals and fuck your facilities

Sit on your Zydis and fuck your degrees

Fuck this deception, you are the disease

Seroquel Sal

Like Joan of Arc she heard a voice inside

The voice of god commanded suicide

And so she took a razor to her wrist

And made a choice no longer to exist

A phone call and the cops were at the scene

The doc saved her, but all he saw was green

So now she sits like livestock in a pen

They will not risk her running free again

They’ve laid to rest the voice inside her head

If only she would just get out of bed

They credit Seroquel for their success

The pharmacy has made her something less

Less of a person, but less of a threat

Heroically they keep her on that med

The nurses praise her, cheer her on her way

Then denegrate her when she is away

They say she’s making progress and they’re proud

But they all seem imaginary now

Fictitious people, all facsimiles

She doesn’t miss her figment family

Nor do they miss her, they don’t give a damn

That their daughter’s the victim of a scam

She’s getting fatter with the passing time

The nurses see it as a healthy sign

They’re speaking in a foreing dialect

But what they’re saying isn’t quite correct

To them she’s just a cash-crop they can hide

And so they keep her locked away inside

And so she wastes her youthful prime like veal

There is no court, there isn’t an appeal

You made her different, maybe I should thank you

Thanks but no thanks, ’cause god told me to hate you…

Fuck your Sustenna and fuck all your therapies

Fuck your hospitals and fuck your facilities

Sit on your Zydis and fuck your degrees

Fuck this deception, you are the disease

Have you ever wondered? Some don’t even know everyone can read the Satanic Bible. I assure you, it’s cheap and available at Amazon and in some bookstores, all bookstores should be able to order it. There is a line in it where LaVey says (as I remember) : We (Satanists) are Epicurean Sadists. It’s not so explicit what that means. I have never heard the term studying philosophy at a university, though of course I had heard about Epicurus. In my memory I don’t always have details about all antique pholosophers present, because later ones interested me much more. But I love how good Wikipedia has become by now, and would like to refer to this page:

Epicurus

So you see the Epicureans pretty much didn’t want to be excited, wanted absence of pain and a stability in feeling good – much more this calm steady enjoyment than highlights in pleasure. LaVey’s Satanism pretty much stands for pleasure + means to protect oneself from harm with curses. These curses would then be the sadistic action only employed to keep one’s own steady pleasure. And the LaVeyan attitude is quite harsh in that point, there’s no arguing with anybody who treats you badly, the fact that he does means he’s got already lost all your respect and can better try to escape you as quickly as possible and forever.

Despite the many similarities between LaVey’s and Sartre’s thought this attitude is not what Sartre calls sadism, but rather a mode which he calls hatred. The Sartrean sadists would be the ones cursed by the Sartrean haters. If I can turn a cross upside down, I can turn terms upside down.

So it’s merely a case of being a bit stubborn in the defending of one’s own pleasure.

Really, don’t play games with letters! SaTAnism is a different word than SaDism. Ey, youngsters, it’s mind-boggling, right? But I assure you, your brain can understand it if it keeps trying.

Whenever I talk about egrigores, I inevitably bring up Santa Claus – despite the St. Nicholas origins almost everyone is most familiar with Santa being popularized in advertising and as a kind of secular religious figure for kids.

So, being magicians, why not Santa? He’s got a prominent position on the collective unconscious, many of us at one time believed in the character, and he grants wishes!

This is not the most uplifting of posts perhaps, but if you honestly want to change your life it is important for you to realize that not everyone wants you to change. There are people in your life, even people who care for you deeply, that simply don’t want you to change.
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Sea of Fiction

What is the truth, what is a fallacy?

Our truth is but an island in the sea

And fact and fiction, they are relative

We only know this island where we live

The cosmos are the inside of a box

We’re captives here, like junkies in detox

We’re prisoners within a concrete cell

Reality, the bottom of a well

The truth, the mundane dust we tread upon

Is here, as if to say "all hope is gone"

Our heartburn, huccups, and our hemorrhoids

Remind us of our fate to be destroyed

We must retain our virtues and abscond

The endless sea of fiction lies beyond

A sea beyond the lies we call the facts

We mustn’t hang forever on the racks

This carnal falsehood dominating us

Will yield when we explore our wanderlust

And drown in endless tides of fantasy

And Siren’s song will be its reverie

We’ll brave the waves and claim our just reward

We’ll be to Q what Q was to Picard

Without a world to tell us what is false

We hear the waves, the sea of fiction calls

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Every so often I hear about how someone isn’t qualified to help others because they have had personal problems. This doesn’t make any sense. Largely they are qualified to help BECAUSE of their history of problems.
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Distant Cousins

How do they look? Where are they from? What do they want with us?

Have they come here to stay or do they just have wanderlust?

Are they well-meaning elders or invaders from afar?

I have so many questions for these tourists from the stars

So many secrets they could tell us, far beyond our dreams

We must prepare ourselves for seeing hosts of wondrous things

Technology or magic, we don’t know what brought them here

Like gracious angels saving us, we have no need to fear

The sons of Heaven coming down to greet us and observe

A glimpse of something else could be what all of us deserve

Imagine the reaction when our starry kin arrive

World peace would be the rule, and for perfection we would strive

We need a little something else to put us in our place

The answer comes with shining lights from distant outer space

A blessing from the heavens, I am ready for the day

When charriots of gods may come and find me where I lay

I will be ready when they come to share the mysteries

When creatures standing at my bedside say "we come in peace"

When distant cousins beckon me to leave behind this globe

I don’t need to see Saturn, I just want the anal probe

I could start selling Mobile Temples (TM) – ritual rooms you can take anywhere!

No?

OK.

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