Ayris Beauty Machine

Satan Introduces Himself

LEGER DES HEILS Geistesmahnung (Version Aryana) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcPocSB73yQ) FIRST LEGION CALLED Ad Hominem Eth HEmenegh from France or Epherenkheaya Control legion of Satan the Dictator, beware who you point your guns to, if i die it all ends within a few hours, and then there will be no tomorrow, not ever, we are immortal now, and you COULD theoretically shoot a bullet through your own head, i am technically and practically immortal. SECOND LEGION CALLED Satyricon or Setherhekhen Norway or evrghenhyehea The legion who catched up with even Satans personal legion and lashed at God before they all fell, God now has a scar, its not in the bible, he did n’t dare to tell you. THIRD LEGION CALLED Seth or Setgh France or Epherghenghkeaeya Vampires legions and closest to Satan FOURTH LEGION CALLED Behemoth or beghemeghth Satans Elvin Control Legions, Now you will get your state you wanted, on the spot i will provide you, on the BELT the SECOND belt of hell, or the third belt whatever i choose to call it i looze count sometimes. FIFTH LEGION CALLED Divisione Totenkopf Italy, you will all report every band with Totenkopf depicted at Duffel Psychiatry Belgium Aerewvhea ASAP and mark the domain where the psychiatry is, guard all exists through weather and bereavement soon enough there will be pavilions where you can live in luxury and with proper maidens and shieldmaidens SIXTH LEGION CALLED Evol or Evolgh Italy Etheleeehean SEVENTH LEGION CALLED Samael Or Eshemelech, on of the largest cities of the third Belt of Hell with red mozaics The Luciferium wargraphics legions can take a little demonstration performance with sword on Brussels Hellexxxelleh Belgium Aeheellwvhea, The Alemsahim depravarts legions will take a little demonstration performance with sword on ANTWERP ANAEHTHEANA The TEMPLARS LEGIONS will block every store in ANTWERP BELGIUM ANAEHTHEANA AEHELLWVHEA If they stop to consume maybe the earth will heal THE MEDIEVAL BATTLE REENACTMENT will gather in Antwerp ANAEHTHEANA AEHELLWVHEA to gather every hollywood actor or anyone who ever wore armor and you will march by DUFFEL DEVIL DEFIL DUFEL BELGIUM aehellwvea to JERUSALEM Elvin are expected at the north of Antwerp ANAEHTHEANA where their senate will be built, soon we march to the border of GERMANY BELGIUM AND FRANCE WHERE RIVENDELL WILL BE BUILT Pay your taxes i’m actually a poet, sculptor, inventor, bringing back the DEAD, no one pays ME, if you pay me NOW, you will eventually be payed BACK A PROPER SALARY WHEN THE WORLD IS OURS WITH MORE APPRORIATE, ACTUAL AND WORTHILE MONEY WITH A BEAUTY AND A FUTURE TO IT You will all have THE PROPER MAIDENS TO YOU Polygamy is actually an acquired right If a porn star can fuck hundreds or thousands of males Then any male or by that accidence a MALE WHO IS ACTUALLY A FEMALE Can marry as many girls platonically as can possibly be conceived or deemed inappropriate or appropriate at ALL I am actually married to about TEN shieldmaiden and TWENTY empresses, try to catch up. THIS SITE Does not tolerate noodle boys or Donald Trumps If your name is JACK your name is not JACK, your name is JACOBUS, WHICH IS ERGHEPHEN in occult languages If your name happens Emma Marant you will be called emmeyelle Ehmherenthean If your name is Lisa you will be called elheshea If you want to be called BlackRose666 as there probably are seventy million of those you will have to add an ANGELIZED NAME OF YOURSELF YOU ARE ANGELS NOW, ACT ACCORDINGLY For the miserable, they are too stupid to die, you will live perpetually in misery if we so choose. The strongest will have the least to worry about And i, have the least to worry about of those to have no worries. MY WAR THREAT You will all vote green, and basic income, and artisan and space travel. THATS IT If YOU DO NOT I will drop a nuclear bomb on capital hill. I can not destroy such a beautiful building But maybe i can get some toxic gass to weed out all those corpses who thought they meant anything at all at the death of democracy. If i succeed, i am not the death of democracy, i will be the beginning of democracy, because so far it never meant much to begin with or until this end We live on a PLANET, we conquer THE UNIVERSE, there is no states or nations or whatever Black metal already KNEW that Provincial fucks can buzz off out of the parlaiments, you just waste our fucking time Now immigration for your information and to alert the garden kitchen and household fascists of who’m are many, i know a lot of highly gifted and intelligent people who say there should n’t be immigration, i also consider many islamic people as my best friends. SO MY OPINION IS NIHIL OR TRIVIAL ITS EITHER WAY IT DOES NT MATTER FIRST IS GREEN WITH A GREEN LAUREL AND A OR MY WHITE DOVE WHICH I OWN AND SECOND IS SPACETRAVEL, A FLAG OF A GREEN GLOBE AND RAYS OF GREEN ON A BLACK BANNER THATS IT THE REST IS HISTORY Your adds your garbage your throw away products your modernism your houses your asphalt your plastics your concrete will all BE DISPOSED OFF AND CLEANED UNDER MINE AND THE ELVES COMMAND YES ARMY IS ACTUALLY VISIBALE AND RESPECTED HERE ON THIS SITE ALL UNDER MY COMMAND I ALREADY ARRANGED A FEW CHOPPERS AND JET FIGHTERS OFF THE SHIPS OF THE US WITH SOME HIGH RANKING OFFICERS OF THE US ARMY TO BE REPLACED WITH A LIBRARY OF COMICS AND CLASSICS LUXURY EDITIONS You can read some comics and novels and pick up on nineteenth century philosophy. OF WHICH LOVE AND BEAUTY I CERTAINLY AM PART OF AND RESPECT WE ARE HERE TO FINISH THE ARTWORK OF THE EARTH THERE IS NO MODERATE INTERVENTION THOSE THAT KNEW THAT AND THE SPARTANS THAT KNOW THAT, AND THE MARTIAL INDUSTRIALISTS THAT SAID AVE EUROPE CAN GO TO THE EUROPEAN PARLAIMENT YOU HAVE A DICTATOR IN EUROPE NOW I WILL FRIEND RUSSIA BECAUSE IT WAS THE FILTHY EUROPEANS THAT PUSHED IT OUT I AM NOTHING WITHOUT A CULTURAL UNION FOR ICELAND? UK OR ANGLICANA WHICH DOES INCLUDE IRELAND, AND EVERYTHING TO RUSSIA TO CONSTANTINOPEL EUROPE MORON YOUR TRIVIAL ECONOMIES AND MORE SUCH SHIT PRODUCING FILTHTYNESS IS NOT MY CONCERN And if you find a person introducing himself as Satan on this site, maybe you should keep an open mind, and not treat him like a jester, which was always in the books and what you were expected to consider. The jester if you speak to Satan, is going to be you, at least be a qualitative entertainment and not just drool and squeal like a moron, dance and wear proper costume if you going to offend him. (176) Defenders of the Holy Empire - YouTube Go with the flow brothers, you were n’t Satanists, they wanted you to be Satanists, i’m not Satan, you wanted me to be. So I am him yes. Or her, Too spectucular? I’ll always find myself a little bit more spectacular then you, i forgive you for that, and its healthy, you would be too scared of all the consequences if you looked into the abyss, so relax, but if we don’t go to war now, all is lost, and you, and I, Came right in time for the end. Thats provision for you, thats destiny. Thats our destiny, to be immortal here, as you have character, and if you don’t have character, those will be made perpetually into our clowns, because we can not let them go. Their mockery, is so pathetic, that they made themselves with me reversed if i can help it. You rise, or you serve, serve me and get a reward in kinship and amicality, i have friends, but be diligent more then so far, then we might actually succeed in thousandfold worlds of gold, so far people have been giving me scraps, and THAT DOES NT WORK, which is how we got here to this mess after twenty years. LEARN TO OBEY, I LISTENED, THATS HOW I CREATED A WORLD OUT OF YOUR DESPAIR AND STUPIDITY NOW YOU CAN LISTEN TOO. As for my opinion on condoms, fuck condoms, use a sheep intestine if you so helpless in trying to pull back, or we can ask people if we can’t save them at all and they miss their appointment with immortality this lifetime, to donate their intestines, if your against beastiality. 620 pagan signs and 5 holy miracles God is powerful I don’t need you or even the Vatican to declare myself a saint Who is alive and always a saint You Live in futility of your defaitism Vomit it On the world I’m not your toilet to vomit in I seen the future You on a throne like a toilet My throne is embedded with gold equal to God and with the appropriate palace too. And if you do not respect it You can stand somewhere beyond the Ayris Mountains which is the Andes or the Rocky mountains and jump into the ocean You can stand somewhere on Japan or Austrealia shores somewhere at the other side And jump into the ocean SCURRY OFF MEAGER PAGAN AND LITTLE OF WONDEROUS CAPABILITY A TURD See shit float in the oceans Thats what i like Maybe you drift from those ends to Moon and Mars some time, and to Venus, and then you can fertilize the soil. (179) Laibach - Bossanova (Spectre), live from Križanke, Ljubljana, 16.5.2014 - YouTube Now yes i am in a psychiatry?! Is a psychiatry a castle and or temple of Lhy? Or a psychiatry? If you chose Black Metal, or if you chose fiction, or cosplay, you already know what the answer is, you chose fiction, and i am fiction, besides, i reported there because there was a problem with this time, and they put me back when i knew what to do with this time and started to attack this time, so mind you, when you say its a psychiatry. Then all cosplay and all black metal will die with the earth in vain Now the next stage of black metal, is to have each band make a 99 99 99 99 album of titanium opera and an 88 and 88 of communist and fascist martial industrial album. Then slate is whipped clean, then you will have succeeded Curtsy of the master of the and all and any arts and warfare. Now cosplay can be magick, echsphepphleyii a magick trick, and the hive well, if your tired you will get here, i see a world getting very tired, old, and sick. Your killing youth while your at it While i emancipate them And you shit on me for that But i believe in youth They believe in me And i don’t need you for that commitment from me to them and them to me I don’t need you at all. If you have the youth like i have You are going to be the destiny of their future If you deny them You are just an old miserable turtle Go watch your commerce, buy garbage, vegetate, be docile, play your games, thats what its there for, for the old miserable turtles, a little piece of reality which you’ll never have, and which was never to become of you. As i have said, as soon as my work gets out Anyone under 47 can vote or hold office, ANYONE Because who’s planet did you think to walk on in the first place OUR PLANET Das Neue Reich In psychiatry, the doctors and psychologists and staff are not allowed to tell you about faith, religion, destiny, imagination, etc, they just put you in empty cells, that is why the patients are actually the psychiatrists, and the staff is actually completely disturbed Let them build their cages, they going to end in it themselves. IN the same veign cosplay is magick, to deny that is to deny it its individuality, and to consider then not everyone is cosplaying, businessman etc alike, politicians, etc And it would be derogative of that fact That we now, with helloween as our every day, live in all cultures at the same time. With that its safe to say i will call my seven million angels, of which prayers are now in vain and will need to be resolved. IN that vein too, the leaders of the modern world sitting in their old vestiges of power are the leaders of the past, no one can get out, you all gave your positions away, and i am the creator of a whole new world, and a viable future which you can read about, thats why i am also a God Emperor But not one who is miserable and without any creativity. I produced a world not to give the masses anything they wanted without any scrutiny. I provide the masses with a world they will so desperately toil at, and labour at with their bare hands, and finally be proud of. THAts it You are a soldier, a slave, a concubine or a jester, take your pick. There is none but those four choices. To the soldiers i am a soldier, only to them, to the others i am a God emperor. So obey The soldiers who know what life is, are more valid then you who mean nothing I will scream at the top of my lungs cut their fucking heads off when they enter the stores Block the stores And what do they have? Are they going to attack templars for aqcuiring their bullshit? They have nothing, you mean nothing. You are the scourge of caesar, the hysterics of the french revolution. You are the cattle of Hitler You are the sheep of mediocrity Now and always will be You hate us You fear us You will know your place The doctor here says my friends artists which i pay i’m nothing but a drug pusher He says the woman on these sites just want money Thats his bubble, i can see sloth, envy, vanity and all the rest of the capital sins in him But he is not me And i will have all the soldiers in the world now To put him in position And tell him that. This psychiatry was named Atlas in honour to me And now bean comes for his reward. Because if Atlas bends and stumbles and drops the earth obviously Then you will all have to succumb to oblivion And that as much is treu That as much is what he should have understood. TO support you being unique But to diminish that with the utterly stupifying notion that everyone would be unique Is the only reason they kept me alive If they knew what i was going to become They would kill the earth rather. But now its too late. And they never had it in them. 25. Vermintide End Times - Jesper Kyd (Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide OST) Now excuse me if you been pulling my hair And i now call the other Gods as the Egyptian myths go And restore Egyptian State policy It builds better buildings But i’m alive, forever, i don’t a pyramid, but my palace better be worth a pyramid Because i saved your ass So you repay me properly I give the soldiers their rings and pavilions So we are in agreement. THe rest is there for submissal. Subjects, submit, you have no choice, do it now, or be forever with the turds drifting further into the ocean. The jesters will keep preaching to me But now I have no more time for jesters. So scurry off Leave me in my peace, silence, and working on a better world If you do not respect that. Then go vote in your little camouflaged boot you need, its called an embarassment 52025 08 08 2:16 CET Otherwise known as the treu return of the king speech. Now the elves legions of hollywood there MARCH, you are mine Entrance of the elves, you know your anthem I meet you here at ANaehtheana very soon And for the others You keep on your clothes of helloween And for the actors You keep on your clothes from the movies THAT Would make for A BETTER world Wear the proper costume Because these days i surely stand out, ALONE in that. (176) Triarii - Emperor Of The Sun - YouTube We were attracted to the future They did n’t want to be satanists they were not, they were made to be I did n’t want to be Satan i was not i was made to Thats how its possible Intuition has guided us all along And if i am treu No bee ever got the wrong flower No step is ever missed No raindrop ever missed me It is not possible to say that in a cynical way or to use it with irony or debility Because that is not me, and that is not what i said that for And now for the last time If you post, or state, the world is sick It IS sick If you post a lamp and say the world might be sick today because its not victorian Would it be so much to ask to enter some designs and post them where they need to be THAT IS ALL I DID You ACCUSE ME OF BEING INSANE BECAUSE I HEAL THE SICK WORLD WITH IDEAS AND THEN YOU GO YOU ARE SICK BECAUSE THE WORLD IS SICK AND WE DONT NEED YOU if the one who posts this merely posts this and does n't start plotting on some replacements and get active then there is not much good said about the health of his mind in an already sick culture, then they say i am insane If you do not understand this FUCK OF I HAD ENOUGH Let's Murder the Moonlight by F.T. Marinetti Now Where is my two million vampire crusaders THERE IS TWO MILLION OF THESE NOW GET DRESSED, GRAB YOUR SWORD AND MOVE VAMPIRE CRUSADER AND VAMPIRIC TEMPLAR ARCHITECTURE WAS ALREADY CONSIDERED THEY ARE CERTAINLY UBERMENSCHEN AND IM CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO LET THEM BE WASTED BY YOUR OLD FART TURTLE POLICITIANS OF FUCKING UP THE PLANETS LAST BREATHS Now with Marx we can say this thing, the world does n’t heal by describing it or laughing and belittling beauty or love, it heals when you believe in love and believe in beauty, and then you also FIGHT for that and DEVELOP PLANS for that, and not just lock it all BEHIND A SCREEN IN AN ACTORS PLAY. Now for the proper guidance and unity and leadership of Europe, i will have to restore power to the monarchy, and marry a whole lot of european princesses This is for you all Empyrium - The Ensemble Of Silence As they told you, politics over love, but i’m the BEST, i’m the ABSOLUTE ROMANTIC EVEN?! You could do worse then me actually That you going to have to share me yeah, thats stinky, but i’ll learn to live with it The avenue des laureates is an artists avenue straight across the palace of the princess, who will be princess leading the empire forever, and at the other end, you will all see to have a massive palace where we can live together Again Very sorry for not seeing you all crowned at fifteen I had a few issues with my programmers and legions. If i see you And you were not crowned at fifteen Then you will see tears in my eyes You will see me being lost And then you will realize who i am was and always will be. Save me from my own disaster My alabaster feelings for beauty, aristocracy, philosophy, poetry, architecture, art nouveau, baroque, and my tragedy of being born with electrical light, cement, asphalt, and plastics I dread this place Now with you i will hold the tides of the apocalyps And march with legions to beyond heavens with you all This is our purpose We can do this You can clearly see That i could have used my legions to destroy the world But i found a way And now as my dyinng bride said I want you dozen or so To lay with me In sympathy We can seize the popes chair for a bed big enough for us all and to be fitted into the palace of ours We can wash the old mens odours out of the columns, scrub it good i’ll give you buckets water and cloths Emm Did i tell you i’m bound to cause any meter to measure my insanity to go berzerk and explode? But thats just how i want reality to be now INSANE YOU FOR ME Be my match Treasure all your delusions and start writing a diary for me right now I will never think you are crazy Because none is crazier then me Its what vision and leadership is all about And what this modern decrepit world has cause me to consider A mere defunct gimmick and defaitist, puppet of play, a scruffy rat, that i catch with bear hands, and bite its head off. And give the carcass for you all to lick. MY PRINCESSES We meet at last. Now for your information i don’t like to be called psycho or psychotic, i’m quite benevolent and an enlighted tyrant, i’m a vampire, and elf, and an angel I’m as it was once considered more, touched by the moon, lunatic actually, i’m quite original I can write you all love letters on clay tablets, in sanskrit, with a raven feather, with a dove feather, with computers, or even modern electrical feathers which i just invented here, you just commission me what you want, and my ingenuity so far will convince you you will get quite a deal out of it. The stories well, let me tell you those very soon, your quite conservative and rightfully so, me too, you could see my cross is n’t what was expected, as am i not at all what was expected. The myths of evil, are the ascent of me into oblivion, but as it goes, i always regain my strength and become beautiful again. Vinque toujours les redresses plus fort. From defeat arises more strong. And muses have always been there for me, you are already there, its not like i could ever not reach out, and i do that in many a mighty way, as my might is quite there. If i ever offend you with stupidity I have miracles to come to the resceu You’ll be amazed what reality has in store for us We are all cultures for you all and me to lead now I’m not actually stupid enough to believe in time That was just a trick You had some guidance around these parts in the occult and spiritual of the new But the new will soon produce another way of the occult and spiritual And that is all the architecture and the arts for us to order, command, and build the towers on the suburbs to restore the ecology A lot to be done. A lot of secretaries to us Anaehtheana or Emmas world is entirely at your disposal If you leave Don’t forget to take the nihasa platoons with you for protection It looks cooler if you are guarded with swords And guns will soon be illegal for citizens worldwide So that leaves us at the mountainside overlooking the riffraff Of who’m have surely proven themselves to be riffraff now Time to restore the aristocracy Deus Vult He forgave me I have returned We saw it was n’t to be And he gave me the seat until christ is cloned Or revived really I don’t really quarrel with him much anymore His sweet voice, well an insane man actually holds him quite dear If your mind is open You can feel him through his words he delivered Surely No imagination was ever not grabbing you by the roots of your eyes Weep It is I The default christ The keeper of the chair of Christ When i leave the power to him Until that time I’l be your humble satan kittycat savior myself Just gotta bridge some bad times with me And i actually look like the christs depictions You won’t run away from him when all the geniuses and christ is found Actually, he is rather disappointing in looks Me on the other hand woah Italian and viking blood all around. They asked me to model or swim because i’m so athletic and handsome But i turned it all down for my romantic ways I had better shit to do I had a better life in store for myself. Not some stooge, and i’m not going to bully myself with stress to stand there trying to catch the siren to plunge into the water and swim like some kind of dolphin. I’m a dolphin and love the dolphin girls There are quite a few But leave me some domestic and boring times, don’t stress me out, i’m at my best when you keep me from the pressure of your demands and the possible nerve to disappoint you. We can all have a big bath to do dishes I’m sure we can finally see you descent new designs again and ikea will make some more rococo or baroque innovations for the plebeians We can do with the artisan crafted ones. We could decide if the idiots get the pleasure of actually making some art or just have the machines spit plates in their faces Everything is useless from now on Their freedom will hurt them So we gotta RULE And March TO WAR Against the citizenry For what belongs, and always has, and always will belong TO US! Now Total suppression LEGIONS ANGELS ELVES VAMPIRES MARCH (178) Crusader Kings II Soundtrack - Legacy of Rome - YouTube You can publish my books in industrial or artisan fashion whatever i’m too autistic to get anything done on your modern sites Fit it with a star, and make sure the light always points To where a white dove came, landing on my window ledge Its all and enough faith for me in what i do Its actually the beginning of my faith Because with all my autodidactic studies on philosophy with everyone saying no no no christ we are mold,a nd with atheistic foolish satanists, and with modern leaders and adds i certainly did n’t see it at first But it was Done As i said If you denied the vision and said it was but vision You gave all up for insanity And that is the enlightenment All that, was begging for insanity And someone insane as me having a white dove at his window Is quite an interstellar lottery ticket for evolutions sake Out of the gutter, to a world of possibilities you are but to embrace No other man could do it And as it is, as a parasite vampire, i’m rather lucky in my ways I fear myself I dread anything but there being no meaning And i have to give meaning, myself, with a little help from the GODS. You know there are people who say the world shall and will be destroyed as much as actually almost saying the want and it has to be destroyed, and they sit then pleasantly vegetating before the television for 6 hours on end watching the most debilitating shit. This is the problem in Europe and beyond. We need to poke these citizens a stick up their asses. Before they put you with the trash and jerk off as you have to resort to porn I don’t know what you want to swear me on But i certainly would swear at anything i am or anything at all or everything i would not quite get a kick out of that And its bound So deal with me, then together strong And you princess again For real too Now mind you we’ll have to get perri piper in our bed Actually some people say she is dated I’m saying she was abused So I have to make these faeries with her to populate Mars Its a shitty age we come from We had to see all this nonsense We’ll master our own fortunes now And swing with tyrants and legions In stead of being slaves of toy boys. And slaves of the living dead as they say We do no longer walk room in and out like them We craft a path, and rule them TOGETHER Now for us, to do what the poets said And sutter and tutter the ruling Gods back into the pits of tartatus where they belong I am here to realize poetry and prophecy Pagan and christian and satanic If it was said, even in proverbs, i will defend it, or at least consider it I leave irony and debilitation to the dumbasses unhinged and without content to them and worry very little of those who do not give me full support. I HAVE A LOT OF CONTENT Of which i am proud And my pride Should n’t always mess with me or make me furious when they bark and squeal again I should keep my head cool i know this But yeah At some point we’ll have to give them a lot of pictures of all of us and go Now get creative And what we’ll see We’ll just going to giggle at that And consider it all big fun But it can’t be stopped And we need to do it to the inferiors too Its a battle But even we have the most obscene orgies made of us We will want one thing And thAT IS OUR LIFE BACK A SOLID LIFE AND A SOLID FUTURE FULL OF CREATIVITY AND BEAUTY BEING REALIZED And for that yes, there is the school of the spirit where all my brothers geniuses will be revived Above OStend Looking far away to the shores of anglicana England which i will make into an island of angels With a tower of babylon at the center Then they can dream They need a place to dream about Something i never had in this world I had to compose it all myself As i’m terrrrribly sensitive I’d hope you address me as your lovely lunatic Or touched by the moon Not any hysterical or deprecative notion Its hard enough as it is Gaunter o' Dimm Theme | The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt | Hearts of Stone Your all rats on a sinking ship without me and my ideas I strangle my loves for YOU And you disrespect me Because i take responsibilities and have principles Which are very easy to see because i have no choice And for that nausea having to crawl around you will reward me Now i said to emmeyelle i am more scared to looze you then to looze the world Bam a romantic line inn a play She was wearing a very nerdy shirt Now you can auction that shirt for me to start my arisal and give her a dress in baroque embedded with diamonds, and some extra for me so i can start building fish pools and senate to restore YOUR FUCKING PLANET And to tell you not disrespect people who are in jail by your stupid commerce and hedonism And then you say owh don’t tell me what to do Nauseating i said Your pathetic

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April 18, 2026

Open Letter to the Neo-Decadent Movement

A treatize and written testament of VhempeyhreN who can also write well. This work is dedicated to Azrael and all the Other Angels. Happy to introduce the FUTURE reigns name EARTH AerhadeA MARS AmharheA VENUS EvheneyissE Moon Eyhmounhye The premise of these writings is best understood by a psychologist noting myself that “If everything is subjective why do all the houses look the same” then finally they uttered, now i can’t see how you are not more angry then you already are. To understand that the reader is the key to an estheical idealism is itself subjective, it is not keen to any literary or intellectual interest to anyone, it is preferably then, not that freedom should be prohibited, but to instill in someone who is saying “everything is subjective” which is just a repetition of Kant, which he told everyone to say, that someone should give inspiration on WHAT to say, now then if you make that COOL, like i do, that is preferable, but it WOULD be even preferable to just blurt stuff out. If you think I just blurt stuff out you are probably someone who listens to Kant too much and does n’t understand evolution too much. If everything is subjective, genius would not exist, and i definitely am one, i definitely am treated like i do not exist. Naturally and Self Evidently the natural law of progress and the key to the future is he who, apart from the creation in light of mathematics being the eye of reality, this society created by mathematics and science should also apply to the decorative, which has, by means of science and mathematics, and industry, been left out, and which does n’t mean anything anymore. BUT how can the irrational then exist, which is the treat that the progression currently would lead one to confine all gothics, punks, black metal, christians and cathedral builders and artists, and everyone who would want to marry in a wedding dress, to psychiatries and left them all sit fifteen minutes to eat morning evening and noon and have them take a walk in the morning and play boardgames. WHICH TO SOME EXTENT IS ALREADY HAPPENING???! THEY ARE EVERY NIGHT HERE SAYING I SHOULD SLEEP FROM 24 TO EIGHT AND IF YOU LET THIS SLIDE SOON ENOUGH THEY WILL SEW YOUR EYES SHUT EVERY NIGHT THATS WHAT CAME FROM CHRIST TOO AT ONE POINT? GO FIGURE??? And that absurdity, is unforgivable. And if you think you got other problems, whereas that global awareness would stand up for everyone and YOU, then you must have had some too much leisure in your life, in your freaky worthless selfishness, you think the universe revolves around you then? It is yet to be discovered, they can pinpoint it almost, and even then the center of everything is much further on for that too. But the center of fraud corruption, cancer and rot is definatly someone who cares only for himself. YOU DO NOT have the right to agree to disagree, WE CAN NOT both be right. Subjectivity is all that I am talking about, so standing up for you and you going owh he is so right and beautiful for standing up but i’m going to be complacent and leave him in his shit situation. I DO NOT CREDIT MYSELF ANYTHING BUT A DISPICKABLE NATURE?! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO FOR YOU. SO NOW STICK AND THEN SHOVE IT UP YOUR COCONUT, AND SHARE THE FUCKING MESSAGE. YOU CAN CRY AND SOB LATER ABOUT THE FACT YOU WERE AN INDIVIDUAL CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS CAUSE HE WAS NT REALLY FIT TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL BUT I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT SHIT TO WORRY ABOUT, THE ONES WHO AAAARE individuals, would fight with me to the DEATH, because we fight AGAINST YOUR SELFDESTRUCTION AND FOR YOUR GREED FOR LAZYNESS KILL THE WHOLE EARTH AND THE LEGACY OF POETS. NOW WE WANT A STREAMLINED, ELOQUENT, JUST SOCIETY!!!! WHICHEVER IS NOT WHAT YOU CURRENTLY PERCEIVE IT TO BE. NOW I AM THE LEAST WORTHY OF BEING AN INDIVIDUAL, ESPECIALLY THE STUBBORN SMALL MINDED EGOTISM OF MOST OF YOU, BUT I HAVE WRECKED ALL EXISTENCE AND BEYOND FIRST, I HAVE PASSED THROUGH INSANITY SECOND, I HAVE WITNESSED AND ACTUAL MIRACLE THIRD, AND THAT IS INDICATIVE AND ADAMENTATIONAL OF THE GENIUS AND SPIRIT OF TIME, AND YOU WILL RESERVE YOUR AWE FOR THAT AND ACCEPT THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A DOCTRINE RESULTED FROM THAT. This treatise and polemic to the Neo Decadent movement for them to get their head out of their ass merely wants to stipulate that modern age thinks to have acquired something, that they are morally superior, and that life is futile, and that everything should be ironic and laughable, i mean to say to that you have acquired shit, you are morally inferior, and life is very meaningfull, and you have a lot to learn about the greatness of esthetics and glory. And suddenly all the ages to everyone converge, and history present and future are molten into one solid whole. And that shock with which you wake up in Egypt Greece or Rome Or Romantic era, should be impressionant, and Awesome, that they are equally real. NOW FOR ALL THAT AND FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND, THAT IN THIS BELIGGERANT AND OTHERWORLDLY CALPH SYSTEM OF YOURS, THE TWO BLACK SHEEP ART AND ECOLOGY ARE NOT ACCEPTED AS AN HYERARCHICAL AND COMPLETE SUPREME OF ANY HYERARCHY LIKE THE MOST FUNDAMENTAL RELIGION, AND THOSE WHO WOULD SAY OWH I WILL CHARGE YOU 100000 FOR THAT BUT IM NOT EVEN GOING TO CHARGE YOU ITS ART AND ECOLOGY AND I ONLY WORK FOR CAR COMPANIES, THAT ATTITUDE, I WILL WRECK, AND THAT BY PERSONALLY GAUGING YOUR EYE BALLS OUT WITH RITUALLY CRAFTED METAL TREE SIZE IMPALEMENT MACHINES. FOR THAT TO ENGAGE YOU CAN COMMENCE AND WE OFFER YOU THESE ABNORMAL LINES. AND IT IS THE PRESUMPTION THAT I WOULD STORM WITH 200 SPARTANS INTO THE MODERN EUROPEAN UNION CAPITALL BUILDING. AND YOU WOULD GET SO HYSTERICAL YOU WOULD NUKE US, AND BUILD US A MARTYR TEMPLE, IT IS A THOUGHT SO LONG AGO FOR MY EGYPTIAN BRIDE WE HAD TO DIE AND YOU HAVE TO BUILD US THE LARGEST PYRAMID YOU COULD EVER BUILD IN THIS SOLAR SYSTEM, A THOUGHT ALREADY 30 YEARS OLD, BUT IF YOU STUDY YOUR SKYSCRAPERS AND HAVE THE CURIOSITY TO STUDY IT AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT AND THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY CRAFT AN OPINION ABOUT IT OTHER THEN “i am a subject” THEN YOU WOULD SEE THAT I AND ANY FUTURE WILL PRESUME, THAT I AM YOUR MEANING. “It should be the greatest mystery of psychology, what biologists and scientists are seeking in primates and or primitive tribes what they are not staring themselves in the soul, as their presumptions only leads them to their own subjectivity, that they are in fact the ones not capable to understand, that human will power and imagination are not parrallel to instincts, when Christ is caught in his imagination, that he would need to die at the Cross and does not flee from it, that ST Eulalia seeks the cross as a martyr before hand, that joan of arc too is entirely incapsulated in her ideology, that she becomes a martyr, but so much more, and for which lack of signs beauty was denied, but in effect, the WILL power is not anywhere else, then in the imagination, Not in Reality. So that we can indeed speak not of Homo Sapiens, but of Sapiens Schizophrenia, it enjoys the imagaintion and the beauty of something called love and sincerity somewhere too much, that the dialectics of the imagation run a steady pace from one very necessary and vital imagination, to the other, a thing of which as certain as that, will lead us to the definitive evolution at a much grander and exponentially high from this moment an evolution, bee&aposs is mankinds patron, fall and martyred bee&aposs, of whom do not know how they find the bee, and of which we are God to know how it works, and of which imagination is our radar, and we do not know how it works, and of which he who would know the imagaintion, would be to us a God. That it al any time actually works, and that we needed to rise from the depths through adventure, is the greatest gift as the greatest sadness and secret the Gods kept from us. Why we were left to this loneliness, so far away from our patrons and matrons as infinatly small shadows, even at times, without faith or miracles, would it let us believe, that all the imagination is would be but a futile story. In which the romantic soul in that fact again, is eternally lost and despaired, that it glows larger then the frailty of the philosopher, for that frailty and a story from him, he must first have used his senses, only then... Could magick be real, Or when he was using his senses and had no story, in this age he would need a whole lot to name his stories, MAGICK..Or the simple exchange thereof, that mankinds dreams, were reality, and that reality, was always and had always been and will always be fantasy. The ghost structure, stuck in nature as a parasite, to release the all cultures of new. The imagination Ether then, grinding, developing, relentless, restless, like a soul, that is so near, for the creative forces that guard over us, at the other end of infinity. OPEN LETTER TO THE NEODECADENT MOVEMENT The Parabel THE INTRODUCTION OUVERTURE THE CORE, CORAL CHORALS THE PREMISSE REASON OF THE DISPUTE THE VERY LEGITIMIZATION OF SENDING ME TO PRISON EPILOGUE OUTROVERTURE Creditations or the Shit Thrown at a Corrupt society chapter I Parthenophilia And the Three signature impotent ones Chapter II Misoginy and Sexism. Chapter III Cigarette advertisements and the good and beneficial and economical rot on human beings by cigarettes. Chapter IV Beastiality or Zoophilia Chapter V Cannibalism Chapter VI RAcism and Deportation Chapter VII Corpophagia The Parabel Chapter IIX Accompaniment of a open letter to Diem25 and communist parties, THE END OF LAZYNESS AND LACK OF IMAGINATION AND THE FAITH IN THE IMAGINATION It is attested that a succub of such magnificent magick talents was seen in the Castle of Lhy, a magick seen to make Hethred even herself Jealous, and for that she bid her with a ruthless and cursed smile. Upon her standing before a tree, an inconspicuous and indifferent of any trees this one tree, She quirkily lashed her feet to the tree, not hitting it, not to do anything at all, it was just a surreal movement with her one left foot. This then, unleashed out of it something so rare mysterious and illustrious, the first and most powerful tree spirit, a ghost living inside the tree, and one of the most powerful of those. Instantly the succubi with her red hair and yourthull gazes smiled, and the ghost from the tree was caught. Caught in her amical realm a spell. She tore out her ghostly heart, and consumed it, and washed it down with the liquids of many fruit tree flower oils. A succubi’s drink. However strange the spirit now caught, but this vixen and succubi that would frighten any man and see him completely in his mortal tomb as if shot there by a medieval canon. She gave him something, there was a very spirit opposed to it that ghost of the tree flung in his mind, a total trade, a love gush of economies a worth, and the very spirit that she gave was the spirit of mountains, yes this ghost from the tree, as it was agonizing and caught, and is was cut and mediocre there, and as it was in touch with all the cut and massacred trees, and keen with the animals spirits and lives this massive a power of a ghost, she brought him the repose and pensations mastered only by a thousands amount of successful mountains climbed a repose and pensations of peace and tranquility a kindred spirit that went with it, of a contemplation in an empty desolate desert. The ghost found its powers now. Her Necklace, a piece of a vulcano, he whistled on it, and all the winds of ghosts in trees crashed over the earth and mankinds doings and dealings, all the rhodean spirits fell over and squealed. The Earth was WON, the future of nature and ecology could begin. A duck was in a pond further on, that plucked from this ghost a raven feather of peace and love, and with all the worlds nuances and brilliances under those, caring, attentive, curious, generous, humble, and all those virtuous, and made the ghost clearly seen, and his raven from a feather flocked on, steering gently for the future, looking for it, and biting his own feathers to see to the tale and ghost and succub to find their path there. Such was the first parable of the New Pagan FUndamentalist craftsmanship and sacred book of EPHEREEEL; which name is as long as this very tale and this very beginning. Because he had to spit on hsi own name, because nothing meant anything anymore, long times ago he changed from a reclusive and despaired vampire, into a ghost, a vampiric ghost caught in a tree. The succubi Aehmereah Amaranthanae, just being slightly present, was the cause of this breaking of the weeds of all these vast stinking sewers that were left of oceans and lakes so fresh and pure, the duck, as will be know,, was also cause of this effect, it gave the raven winged ghost its final contemplations, the final moment of inertia of his soul, stirring it, presuming meaning in all this, so at long last, he was contented by this a minimal of generosity on his part, but which perhaps, meaning??! TO HIM? by a duck, that was never conceivable to this vampire rotten spirit soul that still lived in the ghost. All bewhilst this, that the spirit ghost of the tree, lived so destitute in a for trees as vampires diseased time. To him diseased, to them his diseased ideas, finally came as fleeting birds on his path, one after the other, each step one feather as the raven sacrificifed of it. The first step, a walk all on its own then as it ventured in this step, was a maiden, who did the laundry in a creek. The perfect model, he sorcereized the maiden by putting a magick canvas by the creek and tore her out of a painting, he placed her by the small river, and had a the most expensive ever window for laundry doing crafted, and as happy as she was, the chore was light, The environment and scenery and love bode by the Treeghost was mild and warm, she was only and but after these clothes for the treeghost, absolutely free to roam and do whatever she pleased, with all resources to her, and as that it went for pretty much everyone this treeghost met, as plentyfull rewards were in the stores and stowed in the treasuries he could ever own and still to conquer, but the trickling of these issuances of only the most generous and most beautiful sums of money and crafts that money can be done ideally in. The money as prophecy, and the prophecy as money was guaranteed. And so it was he could, this one ghost tree, with his heart finally eaten and consumed, and with his brightness and strong mind, set anyone free, with art, as they were equally always enslaved and walking in a doomed labyrinth, without his art. Then duck or Aemehrea, always still a muse, ravens or crooked ravens or amical or unwitting ravens or unwitting ducks, all now hsi muse, to liberate and treasure for him the most, set free, with a book, or a sculpture, or a piece of paper on which he would scribble his usual nonsense as these magickal spells are, a nonsense so pure, it went vitalized in none other then destiny itself, yes the 607 tokens and signs from heaven to Eph, in trun a wondering, reclusive and paranoid figure, always lost his thoughts and intentions with the flicker of someones ill witted or ill conceptualized of his meaning he gave, irritation though both, Ephereeel and Eph, Ephereeel the master of these sigs, Eph the careless and slave of the orchestrations of this mind, this magick. Such it were twins they then, the Tyrant of the arts, and the slave of the circumstances. With treeghosts be known for the majesty of their minds do be, the slave of reality, was determined to avenge, the indifference with which a fragile or frail thing be rendered and replied, and this was not always in turn understood by the other slaves of reality. Only Ephereeel could set it all free. There was no refuge in art, there was only heaven and the highest of spiritual understanding and purpose in art. Art, was christ, Satan, and all the other worlds their vampires and muse and angels, tucked in a grain of sand even, because naive enough, it too, money, and crafts, and arts, a naive would give the world for it, a savior would give five or six worlds back with the grain of sand then, just an absurd and irrational economy. The most naive, and caring, and eagerly sharing, were they who helped this economy of surrealism the most, they who acted as ducks or jackals as this age of disease, were still to be described as such to be dismantled, along with sickness disease despair and rot, which was a winter indeed rife this world with it. A reality, as bitter and cynical snow, on which only the penguins danced further and one ice bear, stood firm, at the other end of that reality. For the second step, he took the book of the slave Tristithea, who had translated it, she is passed away now, and given a tomb near the castle of Lhy, He takes from these writings, He surrenders the book, in exchange for a book with all the commandments, all the laws, all the rules, and all the descencies and burnt it, he set them all free, yet another skilled artwork, and that was the perhaps second gulf of unrest over the world, an entirely, unsavory, unrefreshing anarchy and liberty. A stinking and undesirable anarchy, as undesirable, as the doomed earth and diseased time which he lived in for such centuries, and eternity even, and which he now was a master of the key, a tree, which was there, actually on earth aerhaedea earth as its called, and you can feel free, to stand there and see, and he wants no money or generosity. He requires solely that you abandone your demons, and abandone the demons of the ages, for a refound joy and innocence, at long last not in the past, but ever gently meandering as a river, until it would be, an ocean, the size of many universes, and still unsettlingly determined to grow beyond that. By that time they would be able, if only through a small window, see everything or know anything. And ever so more an infinity more uselessness and decorative kind of reality would seep in. Even lost sentences, lost smiles, anything would be retrieved, for to the tree ghost, of bleak anguish a soul and temper he be, would consider any lost smile of a maiden, even then more mortal, and more lost, and more despaired, and more so frozen in hell an artwork, that needed not be restrained in time, but needed to be both in paintings and in reality, in flesh and in physical shape there be, as then in that time where he is alive this ghost of future and the tree ghost, be not resting, and not accepting any other notion above this notion, that every muse from paintings, one day will be perfectly created, real,and dealing with none poisons murders or mayhem; but that she, not as man crafted her in his twisted imagination, but as females, be keen on acting, presence, flair, charm, and all those underlying decorative features of females, of which a road from that to male, is certain death and indifference, the missing dreadfull haunts of that path, and the always illusive sword that none may ever find, is that sword called LOYALTY. It does not exist!! If any time you think of heaven, that it may or may not be, that doubt, rest assured that doubt be multiplied by infinity so that you DO KNOW what is at the other side of reality and infinity whichever is not the same. IT IS ONE SWORD CALLED LOYALTY. And it is NOT, on earth or will ever be crafted on other realms and lands of the earth and beyond. The ghost tree could have been very loyal to kings princes and politicians or principii alike, but, they made a farce, if even they beat and cut the trees to make them above by these rules as this tree was in this castle of lhy, then the one person who could have crafted the sword, would not craft it anymore FOR YOU? he could see, with some doubt, if people of passed ages indeed, would rekindle his desire or talents, and they shattered and broke, for the wielding in any fire of this sword of loyalty. Granted then, that he had more patience then any to have people find their balance and their own genius, but none had that amount of patience with him, who again i dare say, was the only one, who could ever craft that sword of Loyalty. Squandered empire of loyalty, it would all be so simple, but it was not and never to be. The ashes in which the sword of loyalty was forever in the other side of reality and impossible to be retrieved, The ashes Ephereeel HAD SWALLOWED, THE ASHES HE HAD SPAT OUT, AND OUT OF WHICH MAGICKALLY FLOCKED A WHITE PEACOCK TALE DOVE, that found its way to Ephereee. Who with it managed to live for three years, alone, by candle light, with an all perfectly classical decor and steampunk machines that could do anything modern machines could do. He lived in 2006 and saluted the flag the 6 of the 6th, its the only number he can remember. Because he has also, no memory, sometimes, people and history needs to trick him, to even make him remember he is alive, or in this amount of chaos and uncertainty which is reality and visual and perceptual identity, to have THIS much of an amazing ceu, and when, and how, and where it would lead, all determined, by unknown, subscounsciouss things, it crystalizes like metals or stones, but do you know the whole cave. The subcounsciouss is simply the piece you are of the whole, where it is whole in the imagination ether, or the direction which evolution chooses. And the direction it chooses for you in that whole. As a thought even this one, is never free, but delivered to you, for you to receive it without choice, and for you to be stuck with whatever gift of words or reality one gets. It is a very beautiful muse. SHE IS THE PAST. And what made you forget the past or the diligence and actual presence and motivation and visual demands and visual language of the past. WAS YOUR DOGMA OF A REALITY WE ABIDE TO?! THAT IS IT BUT THAT, and that is deu, to many a prophets, who were jealous, or sad, or weary, that MIRACLES COULD NOT EXIST?! and that is why your modern society and your thoughts look and think the way they do. IS NT THAT ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND STILL IT IS TREU!!! Your WORLD? is the SACRIFICE OF ALL, for something that you have invented, that is impossible. and for that impossible thing, because it was more beautiful then reality and you could never want reality if something was more beautiful then it even if you could n’t think further then that. YOU STILL ruined it with ridicule?? And THEN YOU SAy, dear ducks ravens or eagles, that I NOR YOU? ARE NOT ANGELS????? Your WORLD? is the SACRIFICE OF ALL, for something that you have invented, that is impossible. and for that impossible thing, because it was more beautiful then reality and you could never want reality if something was more beautiful then it even if you could n’t think further then that. YOU STILL ruined it with ridicule?? And THEN YOU SAy, dear ducks ravens or eagles, that I NOR YOU? ARE NOT ANGELS????? I have looked for something a long time, BUT SO HAVE YOU greatest deceit of accidence, would it be, that I OR YOU OR ALL OF US WOULD BE ALONE????? If next time you see an atheist, tell him to wear it off the whole spite, and advise him then ONLY, that with heaven to exist, he would have such a friend in that and maybe he will build a catehdral for a that friend none the less or sparkle up in the sky to write as yet for heaven a hymn or opera or chant as yet without some friendship and the curse of the friendship to a thought without that friendship and a dove i call a friendly gift to me THERE IS NO ART OR REALITY OR FUTURE a,d in the end if there was never a miracle proven even the christians would one day give up and destroy all the churches and kill themselves and write an atheist self destructive treatize on the hell of love i have been there And, if you want the MOTHER of inventions, MORE powerful even then an ACTUAL PULSATING LASER TO DELVE EVERY IMAGE OUT OF MIRRORS, which i indeed can do and can and WILL DO in reality. THAT IS HEAVEN, it is an ever more precise crystalizing machine which is underway. It is ever more precise as all biographical measurements of you and Julius Caeser and all biographies and all myths separately and collectively entangle and knit together. IT IS A SCREEN STILL, in THOUSANDS AND MILLIONS OF YEARS? where you will sit as you do now with or without wings guarded that all be beautiful by the heavens crown angels. OF WHICH I AM INDEED ONE. Steampunk, and the any wishes if only be fair and within realities utmost desire of future harmony then evolves, and IS!! EVOLVING THUS AS WE SPEAK. THE INTRODUCTION OUVERTURE now i HOPE i hereby provide you with CONTEXT THEN, YOU AND JUSTIN CAN THEN RETORT ONCE MORE TO THIS TREATIZE? HOPEFULLY WITH SOMETHING I PROBABLY HAD TO TEACH YOU, AND HOW MY RHETORICS WORKS I WOULD LOVE SOME NONSENSE FROM YOU. THE HOPE FOR ANYONE BUT THOSE RECKONED BY WATERHOUSE TO PROVIDE WORTHWHILE SMILES TO UNDERSTAND ME IS ILL FOUND AND HOPING YOU WOULD RESPOND WITH SOMETHING I COULD TEACH YOU IS CURRENTLY AND AT THIS POINT UNTHOUGHT OF OTHERWISE THEN HAVING FOUND SOME BAD AND SPOILT STUDENTS? MAKE AN ARMOR OF YOUR HEAD AND MIND, BY MEANS OF WHAT I TEACH YOU, TO OVERCOME THIS ENTIRE SHITFACE PUDDLE OF SIX OR SEVEN BILLION ASSBRAINS, IS WHAT I CAN UUUUUUSE SO ARM YOURSELF WITH ME AND THEN IF GENEROSITY IS FOUND AT ALL TOWARDS YOU NONE THE LESS AND AT YOUR MOST FORGIVING TEMPER NECESSARY CLEARLY, WE COULD ATTACK THE WORLD WITH NEODECADENTS, WHICH I COULD HAVE A USE FOR. NOW IF YOU DO NOT FULLY ABSORB UNBRIEF DICTATES OR THE SLIGHT OPPOSITE OF MY INFERIORITY COMPLEX WHICH I DO HAVE THEN I HAVE NO USE FOR YOU, AND FOR WHICH PEOPLE IF THEY DID NOT READ THROUGH THIS WHOLE MANIFEST AND TREATIZE NOOOOOOOOO ONE WILL HAVE A USE FOR!!!! NOW I CAN BID YOU A LOT OF GENIUS WHICH I WOULD HAVE NEVER PUSHED OUT WITH THIS ENTIRELY STUPID TIME OUT, I CAN GIVE THIS MOVEMENT AND BID IT A LOT OF GENIUS AND WOULD NOT TIME IT OUT OR BEAR WITHOUT SOME INTEREST AND CURIOSITY. BUT IF YOU DO READ CROWLEY THEN, THE VERY FEATHER TO OVERTHROW THE UNIVERSE OF WHICH HE SPOKE? IS AND CAN ONLY BE, MEEEEEEE AND BECAUSE OF THE FEATHER BEING NONE BUT TWO THINGS CURIOSITY, AND COMPASSION. THAT FOR YOUR INFORMATION AS A FEATHER, WHICH IS DEAD TWIRLING ACROSS THE SKY IS THE EQUIVALENNT OF THE NURTURING BRANCHES OF THE TREE AS CURIOSITY IN PHYSICAL AMOUNTS AAAAAND THE BLEEDING MELANCHOLY OF THE CUTS YOU MAKE IN IT? THAT STILL STAND UNWITTINGLY AND UNOFFENDED BY THE YOU OWNED EARTHLY AND VERY EGOTISTIC SELF IMPORTANCE THAT IS SHARED WITH YOUOUOUOUOUUR FIRST OR EVEN MINE POSSIBLE FLOCK. BUT NOT WITH MIIIIINE SAME DISCREDIT NEED I BE ALL MY KIND AND FELLOW TREES BE OFFENDED BY SUCH A DUCK OF AN INTELLIGENCE AS YOU ARE BUT MAYBE THE FEATHER TO OVERTHROW THE UNIVERSE WAS A RAVENS FEATHER PLUCKED FROM THE RAVEN BY A ACCIDENTALLY MISGUIDED DUCK. NOW THE TRAIT OF THIS WHOLE LAUZY SCRIPTURE I OFFER AGAIN MUST BE IMPLEMENTED AND LAUNCHED AT YOU TO WRAP THE CONTENT OF IT BETWEEN YOUR ILL WRAPPED SILKEN LIKE BALL OF BRAINFLESH FOR THIS REASON ONLY AND FOR THIS MORAL LAW THAT I JUST CONCOCTED FOR YOU WHICH IS OF COURSE NONSENSE IF YOU EXPECT OR COULD GET MERIT, DO NOT JUDGE OR KICK IF I SEEEEEEEE AND FEEEEEEEL AND HEAAAAR IN RETURN AND AS THE SECOND LAW OF THIS MORAL HOLY TABLET THAT YOU OFFER LIIIITLE MERIT BUT DISSAPROVAL AND ILL CONSTRUED PATRONIZATION WHICH I CAN PROVE AT LENGTH (if i can be unbrief at least, i mean if you or the world would permit me to be unbrief) THE DISCREPENCY OF YOURRRRRR WIT AND GENIUS THEREFORE? WITH YOUR OFFENSE TO ALL MY TREES AND ALL MY YOUNG MAIDENS I PLAN TO BUILD CASTLES AND LIBRARIES AND WHAT MAY AND FARMS ASSSSS BEAUTIFUL AS ANY AGE BEFORE 1914 THEN I WILL SCOFF YOU UNDER THE WORMS VERY VERBALLY AND AS KEEN ON VERBAL DIARRHEA AS I OFTEN TIMES ENCOUNTED WITH ALLLLL THE STRENGTH OF THOSE MAIDENS AND BEAUTIES AND HOPES AND FUTURES…. watch out here it comes VULNERABILITY AND FRAGILITY WHICH IS and this should convince INVENTIVE AT UNFORESEEN WAYS. thank you WHICH IS PROBABLY WHAT YOU STUMBLED UPON AND DESCRIBED IN SO MANY WAYS???? that i do NOT understand power or fame, is because in my manifest, i have already molten anarchism, property AND the so called fifteen minutes of fame and the brilliant line (context expected) ONE CAN ONLY OWN WHERE ONE WALKS, in which you and all others are trapped in a labyrinth, of which i master sooN. That that sentence apart of a very (expect context) BRILLIANT manifest is already sent to occult press to be part fo the bulk of the establishment THERE and did NOT reach YOU yet is probably because people don’t read books except from affiliates of me who are DEAD AND THUS CALM AND EQUALLY EXCEPTED ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE MORE MINISCULE THEN THE RATS as clearly i am treated like one sometimes also probably because people are, like me, entirely inclined to propose only THEIR OWN BOOKS, of which i am king in that respect too. that or soon on MY SITE i will then PUBLISH ANY WORK I CAN with HAND SETTED FONTS in MEDIEVAL RESTARTED AND REFURBISHED AND EXPANDED ATELIERS by (bear nonsense now) ANGELS and ask A THOUSAND EURO FOR EACH SUCH OF YOUR OWN AND ADMIRED BOOK WORKS, and pay you FIFTY Euro’s. THAT is my ECONOMY of which i very well and now HAVE TO CHALLANGE YOU TO A DUEL ALL THAT YOU SAID TO ME SO FAR AND ALL THAT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN BOTH IN CONJUNCTION NOW WHAT POSSIBLE CONTEXT AND CONTENT OF WORDS BROUGHT INTO POLARIZING ARMS WOULD WIN THIS CONTEST? the first LAW of ANARCHISM which i HOLD DEARLY, AND BECAUSE I AM IN A PSYCHIATRY WHERE IT IS PROVEN THAT FIRST LAW THAT STATES IT CAN NOT BE TRUSTED FOR PEOPLE TO CARE FOR OTHER PEOPLE BECAUSE THEIR LAWS AND REGULATIONS ARE COMPETELY IRRATIONAL, THEY MAKE SOCIETY USELESS AND IMPOSSIBLE, AND THEY DEFEND AND DOGMATICALLY ENSNARE AND STRANGLE WITH THE MOST AGONIZING SHARPNESS OF MOZART PLAYING VIOLIN STRINGS THE PRISONER, WHICH SHOULD AT ALL TIMES BE HIDDEN AND CONDEMNED UNDER A EITHER SILENT OR SPARSE IN ANY OTHER CASE PREORDAINED AND DISSPROVING MORAL JUDGEMENT WHICH I AM ACCUSTOMED TO YOUR STYLE ILL READ SOME MORE BIBLE MAYBE I CAN CONVERT YOU TO MORE APPROPRIATE WHIMSICALNESS AND A REPHRAINING TO YOUR TASTE OF USING A TIME OUT BUTTON AFTER YOU WROTE NO MORE THEN TWO DOZEN WORDS OF WHICH GOT ONE BIRDY, AND OF WHICH I CAN SOON OPEN THE COMPETITION HOW MANY BIRDIES I GET FROM SIX YEAR OLD VIRGINS. A LOT. YOU will get stuck on FIFTY LIKES WORLDWIDE I HAVE SOME HOPES AND ADMIRATION INVESTED IN ME ALWAYS WHERE THERE ARE KNOWN TO BE TODDLERS AND VIRGINS AND MAIDENS UNDER 26 OR SO YEARS OF AGE. if you are to bear children, it is hard to understand me, but those are very patient and naturally rather submissive to a good dialogue and UTTERLY attentive. I HAVE NOTICED where YOU DO NOT BEAR CHILDREN? IT IS NOTED, THAT YOU ALREADY UNDERSTAND MUCH MORE THEN YOU THINK, BUT YOUR SENSE IS CLOUDED BY YOUR EGO THAT SAYS? I DONT HAVE TO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HIM OR ANYONE as such is our doomed male nature which i am otherwise not apart of i am a transgender and NOT in any to furbish myself boobs or vagina I JUST LIVE WITH IT so yes i am COMPLETELY FEMALE I UNDERSTAND WOMAN FINE AND WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE PATERNALITY AND ANY RUDE BULLSHIT ON TOP OF “engaged and clearly despaired and possible rather help needing FRUSTRATED NONSENSE UNDER A REIGN OF IMMACULATE DAUGHTERS AND GODDESS IF THEY SO PLEASE TO CALL THEMSELEVS DAUGHTERS OR GODDESS MUSE ANGELS VAMPIRE CRUSADERS OR OTHERWISE OF WHICH YOUR GOOGLE BUBBLE DID NOTTTTT LET YOU KNOW AND WAS SLIGHTLY INCONSIDERATE AND TO YOUR GREAT SURPRISE NOW PERHAPS THAT ARE PLENTY OF WOMAN AND YOUNG LADIES WHO CALL THEMSELEVS GODESS ANGEL AND ELVES AND RESS ACCORDINGLY AND HAD AS ME CLEARLY AS TESTIFIED IN SAID AND HERE CONCERNING NONSENSE INCLUDED ENTIRELY AT THE END AND FOR YOU AND ANYONE TO CONSIDER OR RECONSIDER FAAAIR ENOUGH, OF RUDE AND DISSAPROVING POLIVIES OF ANY ACT OF CREATION? NAIVITE, OR ACT OF DEFIANCE AND ANARCHISM TO THIS INDUSTRIAL SOCIETY IN WHICH I MEAN TO SAVE THE ONES THAT ARE ACTUALLY ALIVE THAT YOU REBUKE YOUR OWN CHANCES AND YOUR OWN EFFORST TO BE BROUGHT TO LIFE OR HAVE LOST AND WITHERED IN ULTIMATE INHUMAN A SET OF ZOMBIFIED BODYPARTS LIKE THE PEOPLE I USUALLY OFFEND BY MEANS OF GREAT REVEILLE TO THEM OR ANOTHER SLIGHTLY (but i see that) SLIGHTLY I SAID? GENTLER AND MORE HOPEFULL KACKLING IDIOT. blessed be the sheep of the savior. I SAVIOR SO IT APPEARS? YOU THE SHEEP. OKAY? NOW IT IS KEEN TO UNDERSTAND, THAT MY CHILDISH AND SPOILT CLUMSY NONSENSE (let me help you making your language a little richer and your sentences longer) IS PART OF AN AMBY AND AN AMBITIOUS PLAN TO HAVE FIONA THE SCOTTISH CHILD GIRL VOICE SPEAK THIS MANIFEST FOR THREE BILLION FUCKING LIKES AMONG THEM ALL WOMAN UNDER 20 AND CHILDREN ALL UNDER SIXTEEN WHICH IS ONE BILLION YOUTUBE LIKES TO ME AND WHY? BECAUSE TO GET A FUTURE ON TRACK UNFORESEEN CLEARLY BY YOU OR TWO DAYS POLITICIANS WHO WILL AGAIN UNDO AND REDO MORE CHANGES THE OTHER PREVIOUS AND FUTURE TWO DAYS POLITICIANS CONCOCT. AND WHICH AMOUNTS WITH YOUR COMMENT TOOOOOO AAABSOLUTELY NOTHING. and of WHICH NOTHING AND FUTILITY OF YOUR SIXTY OR WHAT LIKES YOU WILL HAVE AS THE END RESULT AS MUCH AS ONE LIKE TO HAVE AS END RESULT IS MY VAMPIRIC AND LACK OF RESPECTA DIGNITY THAT ONE LIKE I ABSOLUTELY ENVY THAT I CAN EVEN LIVE WITH NO LIKES EVEN THAT IS ROMANTIC AS EVEN DEATH IS ROMANTIC AND MORE ROMANTIC THEN YOU THINK WITH YOUR NOTIONS TO MISCONSTREU AND MISCONCEIVE DEATH WITH AN OTHER THEN NOT NOTHING OR DARKNESS BUT ENTIRELY TRAAANSPARANT? AND SKILLFULL AND PROFICIENT PLAN FOR MANKIND WHICH AS I STATE HERE AND WILL FURTHER STATE THEN THE PROPHETS POETRY REALIZED EVEN THAT DEATH SHALL NO LONGER EXIST EVEN THAT LINE IS ENTIRELY AT MINE AND EVERLASTING DUTY TO EXPRESS AND INDEED AT MINE HUMBLE AND HUNGRY AND UNRELENTING…( as if i give a FUCK what everyone believes or rather, does NOT believe and made a WHOLY MISUNDERSTOOD system and view ON that very past and future. IT IS AGAIN, to use this word often, KEEN TO KNOW AND READ A FEW BOOKS, AND HAVE A BIT OF OPEN MINDEDNESS FOR THE FUTURE, WHICH MAKES A MAN A DESCENT PERSON OR WE BE SITTING ON OUR ASS SCRATCHING OUR ASS, AND BE FIT MAYBE OFFERING A SCULPTURE TO FIT IN A NEWLY ANTICIPATED CASTLE OF WHICH MY WILL AND ACCLAIMED REINVENTION OF SANCTITUDE IS THE ONLY WAY A CASTLE CAN EVER BE BUILT AGAIN IN DIGNITY AND WITH THE PLEASURE AND DEU TALENTS RECOGNIZED OF HEREIN AND WITH NONSENSE DEFENDED ARTISTS and i have to say again for which YOU do NOT CARE. I hope this text gives you requested context, it got a bit polemical in my entirely unusual way and clearly also my heart is still open for you, which regrettably is not alway the case when people find me on their path to be returned a favor, or perhaps that i still open my heart to anyone is INCONCEIVABLE, but not withstanding a pretty maidens smile, its always a complete whitewash of all things you had been thinking FOR MYSELF, a ladies smile is all it took to get me a new bit of courage to explain myself, AGAIN. Now i hope i provide you with some context, i have thousands of pages of this nonsense. including very visual designs for the future in my head all perfectly conceived. FOR WHICH YOU IN YOUR AUTISM DO NOT CARE but how about it. I CAN PERSONALLY SAY THOUGH? that YOUR TRUMPIAN DICHTOMOIES OF WHOM ARE ON THE SAME HEIGHT SITUATED AND YOU SITTING ABOUT ON THE SAME HEIGHT OF TRUMP I DO NOT REALLY SEE WHAT FAME AND POWER IS ABOUT BUT THIS THEN THAT YOU AND YOU SEVEN BILLION OTHER SNOT NOSES WILL SEE ME TALK TO TRUMP AND BUILD HIM AT LEAST A MORE SKILLFULL ARTISTIC AND BEFIT TOILET SOMETHING ENTIRELY WITH TASTE THIS TIME AND THEN I LEAVE THE DEMOCRACY ONE DAY TO DECIDE FOR ITSELF WHAT COMES OF THE FUTURE I WILL BUILD YOU A NEW TOILET TOO YOU NEED ONE THAT AS FAR, IS WHAT I THINK OF DEMOCRACY AND INTERVENTION OR IMPORTANCE IN ANY WAY I COME FROM SOME DUMBASS BUSINESSMAN STEPFATHER WHO SAID HIS TOILET WAS HIS THRONE AND HIS THRONE WAS HIS TOILET I HAVE BEEN RUBBED DEEPER SHIT IN MY FACE THEN YOU EVER CAN AT THE MODEST AGE OF 8 EVEN AND I STILL DID NT GIVE UP HOPE NOT IN CHRIST SATAN THE SPAGHETTI MONSTER OR THE PROSPEROUS FUTURE BY THAT WHICH YOU CAN NOT SEE OR I WILL HAVE TO XEROX YOUR FACE ONTO IT AS OFTEN AS BLACK METAL ZEROXES THEIR ALBUM PICTURES TO LOOK GOOD ON THEM. Where you said then that that was nonsense, i raise the stakes with this ABSOLUTE NONSENSE where also people have laughed at me being MODERATLY CRAZY, i think you will find me easily ABSOLUTELY CRAZY a thing of which should ONCE leave, A TERRIBLE IMPRESSION OF CHURCHES SCATTERED AND OF WHICH CRUSIFICTIONS AND MARTYRDOMS IS SCARY YES BUT NOT ALIEN TO ME i did NOT manage to make it BRIEF, but to actually EXPLAIN you THE STAKES, i had to delve somewhat back of more UTTERENCES THAT HAVE SEEN MET WITH THE YOURS DULY COMPLETE DISREGARD AND BLATANTY INCONSTENT INSPIRATIONS ON OTHER PEOPLES PARTS from the hopefull you mean to say something which is unclear which you did not stimulate from the i don&apost understand it to the conclusion it must be nonsense and the entire gulag and AD OPPRIMENDUM of twenty four more hours in jail, which instilled this delicious silence then. (i forgot all my or most my Latin i ever had done with to make room for IDEAS, EXCUSE ME AGAIN FOR SPELLING AND LACK OF COHESION AND GOOGLING CUTER WORDS OR LATIN AS UNBEFIT I DO AGREE.) Now again Here in this introduction then i STATE, i COULD appeal to you the consequences of atheism perhaps, in some massive book volumes, and drive you totally insane and paranoid and in fear with the indescrepancies of the paradox of it. I COULD WRITE A NICE BUT ENTIRELY NOT ANY WORTHWHILE ART DELIVERY OF THE SPAGHETTI MONSTER A BOOK. IT WOULD BE JUST AS A BIG A FRAUD AS SCIENTOLOGY OR PSYCHIATRY ITSELF WHICH ALSO POLARIZED IN THIS AS I CALLED IT IN MY NONSENSE ITEM WHICH YOU STUMBLED ON? OR RATHER STUBMLED INTO "UNWORTHY TIME." I COULD APPEAL TO YOU WITH MANY THINGS BUT I HAVE CHOSEN TO COME OUT WITH THIS NONSENSE ENTIRELY A NEW ANGLE ON REALITY FOOOOR A VERY GOOD REASON and all of which is NOT so recognizable by you; BUT WHICH SHOULD AND WILL WIN THE GAME of course your current jellybellying into ordinary jokes and presumptions has you think WITH SEVEN BILLION YOU ARE POPULAR OR IN ANY WAY KEEN TO MAKE MY AQCUINTENCE IRRELEVANT AND FUTILE. of which AGAIN, MANY have done so, and of which, and i sau this a second time in all my thousands of pages i have written. TO BE THY GEUST IS MY PREMISE of what you could HOPE TO SEE IN ME As Nietzsche said, not so joyous at others misfortunes i am NOT no. You may be my vulture, you may be my Nietzsche if you so choose YOU ARE NOT A CRANE BIRD. Now will you go from one to number three in steps of recognition of truth reading this UNBRIEF OPEN LETTER TO YOUR MOVEMENT and consider yourself an intelligent person? or will you remain to be a dumbass. VIOLANTLY OPPOSED, RIDICULED,, ACCEPTED AS SELF EVIDENT THREE STEPS you may marvel at my already grave and phenomenal constellation of SIMPLE DOTS OF WHICH YOU APPARENTLY CALL ALL NONSENSE whereas your DOT is maybe a somewhere lost stamp size of Van Goghs art but of which i have the rest of the repertoire in my possession. NOW THE RICH are MAKING A LOT OF MONEY TO BUILD ME AND PURCHASE MY CITIES AMONG WHICH TO EACH CULTURE ONE NEW CAPITAL IN WHICH PLEBEIAN UNGRATEFULL AND UNMINDING UNCARING AND PREMATURALY BUT HOPEFULLY STILL TO BE CONVERTED SCUM LIKE YOURSELF MAY TAKE RESIDENCE these cultures are about 26 or so i reckon of which united states or AMNEHERHEA CAPITAL rather i have already composed myself which has THREE EIFFEL TOWER SCULPTURES TALL SCULPTURES OF WAR, ONE, MELACHOLY TWO, AND HUMILITY THREE of which last one i can and am but unfortunatly can not for the good purpose of reason and duty not attain as you can clearly find out IT WOULD SUIT ANYONE AND YOU MAYEB AS THE FIRST ONE, TO STOP PISSING IN MY SKULL TO ALERT THE RICH THAT MY IDEAS ARE WORTHWHILE INVESTMENTS AND NOT SOME DELIRIOUS JOKER CARDS OF WHICH IN THE PLAYING DECK ARE NOT PLAYED AT ALL Maybe i should invent a game of cards WITH THE HOKER IN IT THEN MAYBE IF YOU UNDERSTAND OR WOULD PREMATURALY DISCARD MY NONSENSICAL GAME AS TO HAVE TO REMAIN BRIEF because i love the United states then, and SOME of which for which it stands then i will centee the whole city around a copy of Thorcaldsen amor and psyche as an ode to romantic born nations. THAT I HAVE MARRIED AS A PRIEST, IF YOU WERE SO PATIENT ENOUGH TO LET ME EXPLAIN WHICH IS TERRIBLY INGENIOUS BUT VERY UNDERRATED AND AT LAST AGAIN DISCARDE WITH ALL OTHER THOUSANDS OF IDEAS AND OF WHICH GETS A LITTLE FRUSTRATING AS YOU SO NOTED. THE CORE CHORAL to topple the worlds governments with a serial of intelligent treats is clearly not a very high bar to consider what YOU would say to Donalt Trump or Putin or China or anyone CONSIDER what you say to me that you said that to Trump or Putin now HOW DO I THEN? adress trump or putin. AND HOW WILL YOU BE SIGNIFICANT A CONTRIBUTION when i adress trump or putin. THATS what you should bear in mind divide and conquer, you are definatly all divided. which is perfectly well for my own ambitions. now i have made work of marvels and described many treat of which you INDIVIDUALLY have as your neodecadent movement and which COULD flurish BUT KNOW THAT YOU ARE STAGNANTING WITH THE WHOLE WORLD and it is THIS LETTER which may or MAY NOT MAKE YOU IMMORTAL which you did not perceive in the ARCANE SYMBOLIST way which is as you would try to imagine please, apart from your utterences among seven billion my own proposal for TWOTHOUSAND MORE YEARS OF FUTURE at which point you can stake your claim in that but of which do not exist without me now i leave it to your own intelligence then if you want to be an intellectual of the small seazon to which politicians cater or if you want to delve into something bigger. now TO HAVE YOU, as another putin, or another trump, as there are seven billion of those LEAVES YOU to wonder what is BELOW it leaves YOU to wonder WHAT IS BELOW ME now i don&apost think you should trust google bubbles of which we are all part of i don&apost say i trust my own but do consider when i probe into other bubbles that i am part of an about to crash into the mainstream SIGNIFICANT underground species of MILLIONS of which you see some things but certainly like the mainstream media clearly at what it depicts and tries to explore, you don&apost see or look or regard for very MUCH of it you don&apost KNOW US, you don&apost SEE US, you don&apost EXPECT US to quote anonymous. but the crash of the peak, is just a little nudge and i&aposm about to nudge it and then i&aposm prepared to gleu all of society back together AT MY OWN WHIM which i have endeavored and which awaits your approval I WILL BREAK SOCIETY, AND I WILL THEN GLEU THE POT BACK TOGETHER that as far as jews is conserned, IS EXACTLY AS THEIR PROPHECY FORETOLD AND I HAVE SAID, REGARDLESS OF ANYTHING ANYONE EVER SAID TO ME ONE TO ME HOLY AND VERY HONOUST AND WORTHY THING I AM HERE TO FULFILL ALL PROPHETS POETS DREAMS INCLUDED EVEN THAT ALL GENIUSES WHOS GENES ARE NOW IN THEIR TOMBS MOMENTARILY SLEEPING THAT I WILL REAWAKE AND PUT IN MY SCHOOL OF THE SPIRIT IN SIC YEARS YOU CAN SHAKE HANDS WITH HUYSMANS THEN BECAUSE YOU REALLY CAUGHT ME AT MY STUPIDEST MOMENT I CREDIT YOU CAN SHAKE HIS HAND BEFORE ME EVEN THATS EASY FOR ME TO SEE AND DO REALIZE POEMS PROPHETS WISHES AND DREAMS FOR YOU TO BELIEVE OR SEE, THAT I CAN DO THAT AS YOU HAVE NOT UNDERSTOOD ME BEFORE IT IS ENTIRELY UNCLEAR IF YOU MEAN TO DISCARD ME AGAIN FOR TWENTY FOUR HOURS AND CALL WHAT IS UNCLEAR NONSENSE AND CALL WHAT IS CLEAR RO YOURSELF AND SEVEN BILLION SNOT NOSES ALONE APPETIZING OR AT ALL WORTHWHILE OR EVEN FIT TO SURVIVE FOR A FEW MORE MINUTES IF YOU HAD OR RETREIVE YOUR CURIOSITY FOR THE WORLD AND FOR MY WORK THEN YOU MIGHT NOT AGAIN JAIL ME FOR WHAT YOU FIRST DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND CONSEQUENTLY THEN HAD LABELED NONSENSE THAT SHOULD BE BRIEF. ----- Forwarded Message ----- From: Elvin King <anaehtheana@yahoo.com> To: Dieter De Grave <dieter.de.grave@emmaus.be>; emma.marant@emmaus.be <emma.marant@emmaus.be> Sent: Wednesday, April 16, 2025 at 05:31:27 AM GMT+2 Subject: Fw the end the beautiful silence brooding on doom and mayhem, because of a time out, this silence of the storm, does n&apost it squeel like old pigs on impalers. you made a mistake, you could have given me the benefit of the doubt. I hope i cleared up our issue in the whole unbrief letter to this movement i expect you and justin to read it iN FULL and PROVE IT, AND DO THIS PROVING IN FORM OF A KIND OR CONSTRUCTIVE REPLY. or what i think of you will also be very clear. this democracy of Babylon has IN YOU ALL AND IN ME, TOO BEAUTIFUL A CHANCE TO SUCCEED AND BRING A LOT OF ART AND PROVOCATION ADN SUBVERSION TO THIS WORLD. I HOPE you agree and we resume the course of our poetic prowesses.individually AND OR COLLECTIVELY now what you may or may not understand is that you and we are all part of seven billion politicians about to die what YOU DONT understand then, is that that babylon of democracy has ONLY FUTURE? IF YOU CALL THE FUTURE WHICH IS ME WHICH I NEVER WNATED I COVER MY ASS IN BEING AS DISPICKABLE TO EVERYONE BEFORE HAND BUT I HAVE TO SAVE YOU YES IF YOU CALL ME OUT FOR A DREAMER, YOU ARE ROT AND IRRELEVANT. now if YOU can read BOOKS you can read this "open letter to the neodecadent movement". YOU WILL find out what i think of you if you DO NOT READ INTEGRAL THIS LETTER... SOMEHOW!!! YOU WILL FIND OUT I SWEAR TO GOD AND MAYBE THAT MY FUTURE MINIONS HAVE TO PHYSICALLY COME BASH IT ONTO YOUR FACE. which not be painfull or demeaning or powertripping BUT IT WILL BE APROPRIAITE and AGAIN if you DO read it then I FOUND MY PLACE HERE now I HOPE, i have myself CLEAR NOW WHAT THIS WAS ABOUT refuting SO SOON that what you DID NT UNDERSTAND WAS NONSENSE MY EVEN INTELLIGENT PEOPLE MAKE QUITE SAVORY MISTAKES THEN YOU INSPIRED ME I WAS PRETTY FLABBERGHASTED WITH STUPIDITY IN REPEAT FOR A WHILE YOU MADE ME FIND MYSELF AGAIN. now your all in your own peception squeeling indignation or refutes or inconsiderate reactions and ignorant wise cracks may all be that. IF YOU ARE HUMAN, I WILL GET OUT OF YOU, AND I WILL GET YOU OUT OF THE VERNEER OF YOUR DESPAIR OF ALWAYS GOING WITH THIS VERY TIME THE END THE END THE END THE END THE END THE END HAHAHAHAAH THE END THE END THE END AND MORE LACK OF DREAMS AND SPITTING AND WHAT MAY BEAN COMES FOR HIS PAY AS THE DUTCH SAY I COULD if i was that rhetorical expertise write A WHOLE BIBLE CENTERING ME AS CHRIST AND YOUD BELIEVE IT I COULD WRITE ME AS SATAN I COULD WRITE ME AS A VAMPIRE but maybe it would be easyer BUT I HAVE OTHER PRIORITIES AND MORE VALUABLE OPTIONS TO EXPLORE OF WHICH YOU MAY ALLOW ME TO UTTER HERE it is after ALL my fame and restoration of an ENTIRE PLANET WHICH I HAVE WRITTEN KEEN FOR YOU THAT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THAT EVOLUTION OF ALL RELIGION AND IMAGINATION WAS INDEED DIALECTIC THAT YOU DID NOT KNOW HOW A BEE FOUND THE FLOWER AS THAT RADAR WOULD BE THE IMAGINATION OF MANKIND THAT IS MY METAPHYSICS AND IF I SAVE THE PLANET I WILL BE AND YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM? CHRIST, BY DEFAULT, THE VERY CLOSEST THING YUOLL EVER GET SATAN, BY DEFAULT? THE CLOSEST THING YOU WILL EVER GET AND A VAMPIRE? BY DEFAULT? THE CLOSEST THING YOU WILL EVER GET BECAUSE EVEN THE REMOTEST AND MOST UNKNOWN FICTIONS PASSED OR PRESENT SPEAK TO AND ABOUT ME SO YOU MAY GEUSS MY NAME AND GEUSS WHAT I MEANT WITH WHAT YOU HAD SENTENCED ME TO DISCORD PRISON FOR AGAIN. Okay now we come to a point you will actually be able to UNDERSTAND and SEE what i&aposm saying because here i am truly strangling your arguments dear mother and psychiatrist and psychologist. MAYBE you can speak WITH ME now in stead of leaving me godmotherly Alone with everything. YOU as i see my mothers eagerness to laugh and smile and be jolly with you as you all are to eachother are a NICE bunch but you don&apost beat me and here is it well projected, THE BABYLON OF DEMOCRAXY which you all are, and which I AM DEVESTATING? WHICH IS YOURRRRRRR LACK OF RECOGNITION FOR ME NOW you can modertaly start to tickle me in more positive ways, OR i will FOREVER VANISH SOON? along with my stack of underaged girls i have around here, WHICH INDEED IN FIVE YEARS STILL SOME OF THEM WANT TO HAVE BABIES WITH A FUTURE, AND OF WHICH I LACK POTENCY AND MY ABILITY TO LOVE AND BE ENTIRELY MONOGAMOUS IS SERIOUSLY WANING THESE DAYS, BUT OF WHICH COULD STILL BE A MORE VALUABLE FRIENDSHIP AND CONVERSATION PARTNER IN ANY CASE WHEN THEY ARE TWENTY. LEARN TO SPEAK? DONT START CRYING? DENYING? BELITTLING? BEMOANING? SQUEELING LAUGHING ETC EMBRAAACE A VICTORIAN EXPRESSION!!!! the REASON you should NOT tell me to think a bit less, as YOU were born ALSO in the way that you are with a lot LESS thoughts and a LOT LESS DISTINGUISHED AND RELEVANT THOUGHTS? is because i even listen with great interest and patience TO BABIES CRYING. I WILL EVEN NOT BEMOAN THEM WHEN THEY PULL MY HAIR VIOLANTLY, BUT GENTLY PULL MY HAIR BACK OUT OF THEIR HAND AND SMILE AT THEM, A THING OF WHICH THEN LATER, YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF TO A PULP BECAUSE I DID NT TEACH YOU THAT HURTING OTHERS WAS NOT KEEN. I DO NOT TEACH YOU ANYTHING, I LISTEN, I BUILD AND CONSTRUCT ANYTHING YOU OFFER WORTHY OF CONSTRUCTION AND OF WHICH I HAVE SOME IDEAS OF MY OWN. NOW THAT YOU LAUGH AT MY EXPENCE OR RESENT ME OR NOT UNDERSTAND ME IS INDEED THE BABYLON OF DEMOCRACY, WHICH IS SINKING IN THE MUD, A PIT OF TROPHONIUS, OF WHICH HE WHO COMES BACK FROM IT, CAN NEVER LAUGH AGAIN. IF THERE IS ANY MYTH EVER WRITTEN OR CONSIDERED, I WILL HAVE, AS EGYPT CONSIDERED IT, LEGIONS OF GODS THAT I CALL, AS ALL HUMANS WAS PULLING MY GREY HAIR? AND I ASK YOU? DO YOU WANT TO BE A FELLOW GOD, OR DO YOU WANT ME WITH MY FELLOW GODS ON YOUR DOORSTEP, WHEREVER THE FUCK ON THIS PLANET YOU ARE? AAAAAAAAND ASK YOU AGAIN POLITELY, IF YOU WANT TO BECOME A GOD. AND THAT MEANS? ACT DIGNIFIED AND WITH UNDERSTANDING AND BENEVOLENCE. NO WHORES NO DEATHWISHES NO FARTS ARE MORE SIGNIFICANT THEN ME AND SOCIETY NOOOOOONE OF ITTTTTT new introduction Okay now we come to a point you will actually be able to UNDERSTAND and SEE what i&aposm saying because here i am truly strangling your arguments dear mother and psychiatrist and psychologist. MAYBE you can speak WITH ME now in stead of leaving me godmotherly Alone with everything. YOU as i see my mothers eagerness to laugh and smile and be jolly with you as you all are to eachother are a NICE bunch but you don&apost beat me and here is it well projected, THE BABYLON OF DEMOCRAXY which you all are, and which I AM DEVESTATING? WHICH IS YOURRRRRRR LACK OF RECOGNITION FOR ME summary of my NAME i will be making ANOTHER PASSPORT WITH THIS NAME SOON ON IT WILL ALSO be my RELIGION, which is the dogmatics of JEAN DELVILLE TO ART, that it does n’t bear naturalism, soaps, realism, amateur or landscape, etc, MYTH, all the rest after him and magickal realism except the perfume was DECAY, which only black metal, dungeon synth and martial industrial made an answer and proper provocation to a decay society upon. now you can kindly be invited to read this unbrief letter in its entirety the OPEN LETTER TO THE NEODECADENT MOVEMENT I am trying to be in the clear with my own genius of which definatly exists in rhis era of which is the most emancipated hysterical hogwash spewers canundrum. Now i can be entirely insignicent, which is definatly a feeling not alien to me. Or i can move over it. But at no point would you need to scoff me here again for keeping my nonsense brief. YOU WILL REPLY, and PROVE THAT YOU READ IT IN FULL, which allows me to savor something you wrote, and JUSTIN ALSO will reply and so i can savor something he wrote in return to me, that OR you are mosquito&aposs, which i as a teen caught in full flight and burnt with my lighter, or in your case and my current moral presence, leave behind and look for other places. I have so much lack of assertivity now, i even go look for a sewer if there are friendly rats at least. IF YOU DO REPLY, I HAVE FOUND MY SPOT. IF you don&apost, no hard feelings, every curator has a genius he does n&apost like. THERE IS NOTHING OR NO GENIUS OR ACT OF ART OR NAIVITE I DONT LIKE, EXCEPT FOR A TIME WHOS END HAS COME. And THAT, is what i written in a mythology and manifest of some hundred pages. THank you for taking that into account. Now you could also just BOTH reply with the lack of inspiration known as statinG. "NICELY PENNED, BRAVO" in which case i&aposm already in for a treat, in ANNY OTHER CASE, i will disregard this forum and any affiliates forever, and consider you to be SHIT, because if you would not compliment me as a downtrodden creator of literary as visual gems in a time entirely insensual to understand it. I HAVE MET PEOPLE WHO SAT THERE LIKE SHIT BEFORE. AND I HAVE ALREADY ENDURED ITS SEVEN BILLION HEADED GUARD BEFORE MY RIGHT TO EXIST BEFORE. As someone who sat his bed with used condoms and periodical bandages and asked, "are you not open for this to be art." I ALSO HAVE A RIGHT TO EXIST. that you would be mistaken for unaccepting my otherwise humble and considerably inventive person. Is akin to calling that art and throwing away history, its your snuggling up to the deadened howls and screams of a dying time. At the time the world found out that the earth revolved around the sun we can say, he was burnt Sir Giordano Bruno, that did not scream but resented the fire that consumed him. In that vein i am also very aggressive against this society and its defenders, which is fire that consumes me. WHAT I ENVISION and which was n&apost included in my previous attempts at barging through society is a very autarkik solution of vast ecological proportions for EVERY district EVERY city EVERY SUBURB etc, which makes Huysmans Esseintes house a VISION and CAPSULE of anyones future, and even a place for sculptors and painters and candle light lit spacecrafts, of who&aposm all know are stuck in your modern science rituals. THIS IS ADAMENT AND NECESSARY DEU TO THE OTHERWISE TO OBLIVION OF ALL COUNSCIOUSS EXPANDING STRUCTURE EATING THE ECOLOGY. please understand that then and realize this is what my work and all previous and possibly future agrevation is all about. ALSO ONE MORE THING the KEY word, is to say, I AM RESPONSABLE FOR EVERYTHING, thats a line i said, and i would like for some other people to say. THEN we would see to the OPPOSITE OF, i am futile, and this world is shit and going to hell. Otherwise known as the NECESSARY CULMINATION of the line in network. I AM MAD AS HELL AND IM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE. Now its not fair if i give a line that would dearly move someone, that i should be subjected to blatant flatulance of a condescending remark like &aposits too expencive" or "you&aposll never get anywhere" these are in fact the oblivious rhetorics which hold you from SEEING ME in the FIRST PLACE. Yes I accuse modernism of being DOGMA AND RELIGION. as certainly bands who once called for revolution and do that for fourty years now still making shows and albums are DOGMA AND RELIGION AND NO FLUFF. If i STATE that, its NOT hollow rebuke, its A CALL TO ACTION. now otherwise too my rant might be misunderstood deu to me being prosecuted by which is consider along with Australia the biggest middle class society in the world; I admit that in other countries there are more downtrodden and eclecticly frowned upon societies so a clear assault may seem suspicious to you. But as Villiers de l&aposISle adam was going, the last thing we need is middle class. Aristocracy, or i&aposd be a realist rather then middle class, with sympathy for the sufferings of the worker, which is totally outdated now (outside the fact that BESIDES the only GOOD book in modernism THE PERFUME, there could also be a SECOND good book about bezos factories and a THIRD good book about factory workers in China sowing a cry for help into the labels of childrens stuffies, not withstanding then that that says a lot about the hypocrisy of self indulgent and insignicant emancipation of individuals books and horror books or unsinspired or unrelevant fantasy books and other such bullshit of which i have no nor want to be part in, it would also speak of YOUR hypocrisy without being solidified with my own content.). Naturalism too is totally outdated now as Soaps completely &aposcivilized&apos the medium. WHat i propose then after civilization of the past 200 years (and a lot of babboons manipulating the middle class into an entirely different category of hate then my own) is an ARISTOCRATIZATION. Of which i certainly invite you to be apart of. So i stretch my hand out to you more or less. What I can and will say is this, if i put a toilet on a pedestal and title it VENUS, some of you here should understand that that would be worth? MILLIONS, and why? Because of my up to date rhetorics totally indiscriminate of the other peoples democratic babylon of art, civilization and rhetorics, debilitating responses and underground squeels. Of which your movement now may still choose to be part of or not with this text. As i would like to state with my beloved passed on aunt that was passionate and very artistic, as she cried it out with extracy and rage too, "they are going to make it" or what was said by a fifteen year old as she spoke directly to me in a poem. &aposall your ideas make perfect sense to me, we need more art in this world and you are the one to do it, i wish to be by your side forever and hope your plans for this world fulfill you with pleasure." THAT would be a better idea then, "you will not get anywhere" or "i don&apost understand you but i consider what i don&apost understand nonsense that should better be brief. I was also referring tot he woke movement and Ad Hominem assaults of CIVIL people who have indeed NO TALENT OR PASSION as they trod on PICASSO, misogynist LEWIS CARROL, pedophile RUBENS, pedophile RUSKIN, pedophile SCHIELE, pedophile NIETZSCHE, incel CROWLEY someone who could n&apost make justice treu in his own life, SAde pedophile Foucault pedophile, Gaugain, pedophile. ETC ETC ETC EEEEVERYONE. consequently then this abberent precocupation with social and hysterical things leaves out any solid lyrics of which you have dearly testified of. Now for a LAST hollow rebuke, you may find also online of me a black metal paraphrasing, they said i spit on the cross i vomit on the holy bible, i piss on the blasphed whore, and shit the whore,and his bastard son, something like that, i made of it, i spit on the economy, i shit, on the skyscrapers, i piss, on the common people, and i shit, on the ordinary folk, and their modest dreams. THAT is my HOLLOW CREED if you will. Emancipate from this hollow creed or not whatever you must do you will do. Now you MIGHT NOT KNOW IT in your personal self disregard and subsequent disregard of others BUT I AM deu to my secludedness in all this DID THREE THINGS TO first of all ENVIED for my intelligence, even already for my looks, small and ordinary people see me, tall, broad shouldered, handsome, and they look at me angry in restraunts, scoff me, ask who i am with disgusted faces, etc. Now i&aposm getting old i&aposm not so clean anymore. THEY DO ANOTHER THING underestimate me, say i will never get anywhere, piss on me, ridicule me (which has me also the nice book title that no one understands "frozen in ridicule and irony" THE THIRD THING PEOPLE DO, is being completely oblivious of any form of communication whatsover. THIS as Burzum said, has practically turned me not into a satanist but into a vampire, not BECAUSE I AM ONE?! BUT BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO BE ONE.Now the state of the world can BE, SEVEN BILLION MINIMALIST CUBES ALL BOMBED TO SHIT AND A TOTALLY INEXISTENT ECOLOGY AND SEVEN BILLION CARCASSES IN IT; or we can kickstart society with a heart defribilator, in which case the strock exchange will not boost stupid stock names, but OUR WISHES FOR A BETTER WORLD AND MY PLANS ETC, apart of which IS, the roorseveld air deck ship, bringing SEVEN MILLION ROSES to ANTWERP BELGIUM OTHERWISE KNOWN AS ANAEHTHEANA OR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CITY ON EARTH OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE NAME OF THE BRAVEST ANGEL SENT OUT FROM BELOW HELL, THAT is a hollywood movie, because EVERYONE, will get tired of actors and spouting irony on all these channels here and everywhere EVENTUALLY? and then this entirely original and pro art of war and art of arms and art of HOLDING an actual notion of defence is AT MY WHIM. My time will come. As much i implore you to understand me, i will not give up. I CAN NOT GIVE UP. THE FUTURE OF MY FAILURE IS THE DEATH AND EXTINCTION OF ALL BENEVOLENCE, AND THE DEATH AND EXTINCTION OF THE IMMORTALITY OF POETS OF WHICH ALL PASSED POETS WERE KEEN ON. WHen i DIE, the universe will be COMPLETE AND UTTER DARKNESS. So as far as my rants go. A time out can inspire me, you can block me, but i will come back around from some other corner eventually EVEN IF I HAVE TO USE THE OTHER END OF SOCIETY, say, CNN or COMEDY CENTRAL, if i&aposm inspired enough to have my talkshow with candle light, my own attire which looks like the one from Edward Scziorrhands and my banners which i make for vampires angels of christianity neomedievalism worldwide and elves of who&aposm are somewhere studying elvin language which i would build a senate for. WHICH WOULD BE MORE PRETTY THEN PASSED OR PRESENT SENATES OF GOVERNMENT. And this all makes me, a neo decadent, a neosymbolist, yes even AN ARCANE SYMBOLIST, as i would like to emancipate the word while you were not listening (again) and yes also a HYPERDECADENT, which way superscedes any neodecadent notion you ever had so far. JOIN THE CLUB, BE INSPIRED, WRITE A BOOK. OR BID ME A LENGHTY AND FRIENDLY GOODBYE. of which can&apost exist, as it would be cynical IN EVERY CASE. i have no soul, i did EVERYTHING? FOR THE ONES WHO WERE LAUGHING AT ME. and they did n&apost want me, in the loneliness of their seven billion large little bedroom of uglyness shagging, and was then in the end only legion with some beauties and most trodden angels, and then they said after they laughed and ridiculed me &aposwhat is your world to me, there is nothing in it for me." no my world in advance, is for accomplices which i WELCOME, AS YOU HAVE SHAT ON MY WELCOMING WORDS, AND PUT A CARPET BEFORE SOCIETIES DOOR SAYING, &aposI ONLY REPEAT WHAT THE SOCIAL CONSENSUS IS, MASSIVE AND INFINATE DEFICIT AND NOTHING ELSE." ----- Forwarded Message ----- From: Elvin King <anaehtheana@yahoo.com> To: Dieter De Grave <dieter.de.grave@emmaus.be>; Leen Bolsens <bolsensleen@ymail.com>; emma.marant@emmaus.be <emma.marant@emmaus.be>; Ekaterini Kaloudis <ekaterini.kaloudis@gmail.com>; Naomi Bidee <naomi-bidee@hotmail.com>; Kelly Verhaegen <kelly.verhaegen@emmaus.be>; Sarah Boddewyn <sarah.boddewyn@emmaus.be>; Steve Mehallo <flommkorrespondenz@gmail.com>; Atlas 2 <pzd.atlas2@emmaus.be>; Rebecca Campbell <rebcam0616@gmail.com>; Jimmyvl <jimmyvl@live.be>; Marko Davidovic <davidoffart@yahoo.com>; Maïlys Van De Put <mailys83@yahoo.com>; Tim Begg <tim.begg2@gmail.com>; Allegorya de la Fae <10.13.1307ad@gmail.com>; Frans Vandendriessche <frans.vandendriessche@telenet.be>; Jade Rose <jadepr77@gmail.com>; Morell <legolastm@seznam.cz>; Wishing Esoteric <wishingesoteric@gmail.com>; Lindsey Heselmans <cornflakegirl1985@hotmail.com>; Yury Arkadin <yarkadin02@hotmail.com>; Marko Davidovic <davidov.m@gmail.com>; Frans Vandendriessche <frans.vandendriessche@emmaus.be>; Rig D. <schaufensterpupen@yahoo.com>; Sophia Aurorae <shadow.aeclipse@gmail.com>; Lisa Van Elslander <aquagirlbelgium@gmail.com>; Lou Hamdaoui <lou.hamdaoui@oggpa.be> Sent: Wednesday, April 16, 2025 at 01:43:17 AM GMT+2 Subject: OPEN LETTER TO NEO DECADENT MOVEMENT THE END, this one you can read it has everything. "Now the first time you gave me a time out, you tickled me, but you said sorry so i was quite honoured by that, and relatively amused. The second time you gave me a time out you aggrevated me gently and gave me a serious blow to what i find meaningful, i would like to rebut however that there can be any need for an end to a hollow rebuke to a hysterical progress like we live in. But it was perhaps without my most valid points so hollow rebuke would be the only compliment i could deserve out of that. BUT NOW, i want you to work with me and REPLY to me on any possible CONTENT you find in this included text. IF NOT, again, i regard this discourse you have going here entirely futile and outdated. Rebels without causes we heard that all before, so you either embrace me, and move on, or you criticize everything, and trod on every consideration of meaning, which brings us not one step further from when it started, that is, twohundred years ago; where me myself begin all over again, i&aposm sure not going to be the anticlimax from this stillborn child of individualism like you apparently are, or what your seeming aproach to the underground provocations is, entirely analytical, and entirely uninspired, maybe i could use some of your backrgound on things, maybe you could use some of my ill founded inspiration and passion, maybe we can work things out, maybe not, but i want communication here now.." NOW i have showed you some dozen or so posters and sculptures of mine of sublime idealism which you neglect to like or love, maybe because smileys don&apost apply so mych? You did n&apost see them? WHat is more of such completely useless and invisable esthetics of which you have no longer the language. I HAVE DEVIVES ABOUT A HUNDRED Allegories for music and art and beauty, inspiration and imagination, to EMANCIPATE THEM, and to SCULPT AND PAINT IN DELICIOUS WAYS. NOW; thats what i call TALENT, now you can give me YOUR TALENT, AND CONSIDER WHAT YOU FIND INCREDIBLY INNOCATIVE AND EVOCATIVELY BEAUTIFUL. I dare you. PLEASE? DO NOT WASTE YOUR OWN TIME OR MY TIME, JUST GET IT OVER WITH???? Again, you might not have a lot of language left in you, i was the same, back in 1999 when i started to build up again after your ilk deconstructed all this shit, it does n&apost mean i can&apost convert you to my side. The Impressionists were originally just an arts and crafts movement. In stead of neo decoadentism and neopasseism, now you can embrace your movement as the label of your greatest critic. The anticlimax of the stillborn child of individualism. Enjoy your art movement. OWN IT. Now the in those ages related Esthetic movement which also bled to death and i revived also with my manifest. Is entirely part of that lighthouse of beauty on the shores of wasted souls that I want to itterate and defend with the by you branded "hollow rebuke" It is indeed SO that the Venuses that Huysmans criticized, so it is this age is criticized by my esthetic sculptures and paintings, of which indeed, need not be very expressive or ingenious, merely that i MANAGE to make them esthetic, is a breach with the business as usual. IF YOU MANAGE. so let me hear you. Let me conclude with some last recommendation of more hollow rebuke, its is legion that Kant moderatly FUCKED with peoples senses, so learn to SEE and describe what you SEE, don&apost look for that in your own asshole as he did. I imagine this is JUST a little and very fine rhetorical rebuttle ONLY keen to defend my miserable predicament of frustrations following the consequence of YOUR rebke calling my stuff nonsense and that it should be brief. But considering that, SOME attempt at communication from your part would be apreciated, alas as they said in academies of conceptual art, beauty, classic, genius, figurative, etc, thats just there, you can not say anything about. SPEAK. ANd before you go now and before with this argument you fizzle my argument AGAIN and drive me AGAIN into an inimbiqual frenzy, and go "are you a luddite" first of all I RESPECT LUDDITES, as further industrialization was always a bad way to go on value, look at all the books today and the INVALUABLE books printed by hand set fonts each individually. WHICH I WOULD DEEM MY STANDARD. But anyway. No i&aposm not a luddite if you would be misconstruing my retort not conceiving what renaissence means in any way, BUT I AM AND CAN CLEARLY SAY, THAT I AM AN EGYPTIAN, A GREEK, A ROMAN, A MEDIEVALIST, A MANNERIST, I AM A BAROQUIAN, I AM A ROCOCOIAN, I AM A ROMANTIC, A SYMBOLIST, AN ART NOUVEAIST, BUT I AM NOT A MODERNIST, I AM A MISOMODERNIST, YES, MISANTHROPY INTENDED. Because MODERNISM, as pessoa caught everyone with those at the beginning in that dead end, IS NOTHING? IT DOES NOT LIVE, IT DOES NOT WANT DEATH. and that to me, is now a dead end, along with not understanding me. You make an EFFORT, you TOLERATE ME AS BEST AS YOU CAN, or i will SLANDER YOU AS TWO THINGS, A COWARD, AND AN IDIOT, which also there are SALONIDIOTS like i have branded some, entirely at my momentary passions and malcontentedness at my situation and the greavence which is my CURRENT LIFE. And my current life, because i see people, but people can not see me. THEY RUIN EVERY OUNCE OF GOLD I OFFER. and an observant and less cocky person as found in these midsts had branded me as someone, WHO WAS BEGGING WITH A GOLDEN CUP. thats my name, also the philosopher with the rugged axe as i once called myself. Now i HOPE i have FINALLY TO SOMEONE cleared up WHAT i am saying and WHAT I stand for. THAT IS, the WHOLE WORLD FAME AND ACCLAIM, OF MY SYSTEM AS THE FINAL CRITIQUE AND REWIND OF THE STATUS QUO, which is essentially the decay and stagnation of the final point and end of all cultures. FOR THAT, i BUILT, for that, I HAVE DEVISED A SYSTEM ON WHICH PEOPLE CAN BUILD. I REGRET that it is always discarded as more indivualism by hysterical people who confuse self debilitating irony with wholly self indulgent but more keen french Esprit. Now there are TWO goals that I have, which may go in unison and which may need to be equally important to me. TO FIND MY KIN, which is people who know a lot about history and are willing to communicate to it. AND TWO, UNironically I WANT A WINDMILL MANAGED AND OPERATED BY VIRGINS, to furbish myself and my closests to ARTISAN BREAD. YOU CAN HAVE ARTISAN BREAD MADE BY VIRGINS, IF YOU BE MY FRIEND, AND IF AT ALL WE ACHIEVE A HIGH DEFINATION OF AN AMOUNT OF SUCCESS. My theories are all conclusive as a fart in a fat mans pizza, kraff dinner and cheesebuger ridden intestine. THE WORLD HAS NO OTHER CHOICE THEN TO GET FROM NOTHING, TO ANYYYYWHERE, AND I AM THE GATE TO ANYYYYWHERE!!!! To those who DO understand all this bollocks, I am either some brilliant Van Gogh, or even the inventor of something the dutch call a fish door bell, i am compared to the orchestra on the titanic that keeps playing saying they have a lot of respect for that; SO FOR SURE I AM NOT VERY SCARED OF. IT IS ACTUALLY ME WAITING FOR SOME MISERABLE PORTION OF YOUR INTELLIGENT AND CONSTRUCTICVE CONTENT???? AND of which hollow rebuke is actually, ONLY INTENDED FOR WHAT YOU YOURSELF SHOULD AND WOULD CLEARLY FIND UNWORTHY, DISPICKABLE, and PASSE. Thank you. ONLY NOW for the point final where it gets even better THIS Sorta mobilizes the lack of worth for myself and what i been dealing with for a few months and the past two years. Now namely we can all describe the modernist era and the crown of this era as it is today, as the ARISTOCRACY OF MASSES, it has no OPULANCE rather, one advantage that we had in aristocracy as it employted artists; IT HAS NO ESPRIT, another feat which could harbor in safety authors and brilliant writers, IT HAS NO LIMIT TO ITS STUPIDITY. THE CRISIS of TS Eliot THe Wasteland Samael Beckett waiting for Godot Pessoa etc. IS THE DEPTH AND LENGTH TO WHICH I WENT. I DID NT WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE OR ANY FAME OR COMMUNICATION. only to figure, that one does not get out of that, so BY GRACE OF A WHITE DOVE COMING TO MY WINDOW WHICH I TOOK IN AND BOUGHT IT A MATE AND WHITE DOVES FLEW EVERYWHERE AS I WAS REFURBISHING EVERYTHING IN CLASSICAL STYLE AS HURRAY THERE WAS A SIGN SCHOPENHAUER DID NT HAVE TO FIND MEANING IN ART IN STEAD OF A REFUGE WHICH EVERYONE THEN STAGGERED INTO OR LEFT TOTALLY UNATTENDED. Now that DEPTH that i got into. IS something most people don&apost GET because in effect the only people who are clearly emancipated by all these geniuses that did not overcome themselves as Nietzsche said, EMANCIPATED I SAID ONLY THE BABBOONS. CLEARLY, IF YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME I WOULD CONTEST, YOU ARE A BABBOON. To reserve some interest and excitement out of my material, is otherwise deeply appreciated and respected and responded with equal enthusiasm for any even most naive feat of creativity? WHICH IS EXISTENCE AND BLACK METAL; the tendency to constantly exclude me from the equations is however, ABSOLUTE OBLIVION. Your remarks and many other remarks to my claims are also known AS WALLS OF ARGUMENTATIVE INCOMPETENCE, who I have YET TO OVERCOME. The SIGNIFICANCE of esthetical maidens as muse angels or goddess depicted as sculpture or painting which you in stalemate of empty walls simply walk by is SOMETHING I ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH?! THAT IS THE SIGNICANCE AND THE BEAUTY LOST WHICH I MEAN TO ACCUSE A TRAP IN WHICH I MYSELF STEPPED AT SOME POINT. SO that as TS Eliot said about An Ode to A Grecian Urn was my poem, and the aphorism which would lead him to state i totally don&apost understand the poem or this was totally unapripriate to be there is. ALL IS DECORATIVE, ALL IS MEANING. Ergo? LESS IS MORE is OVER. THATS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY. and YOU AND PREVIOUS YOUS could ONLY say, hahahaha, IN STEAD OF SHARING MY WORK WITH YOUS WHO THEN WOULD NOT PROVOKE ME TO REPEAT MYSELF MAKE MY CASE IN A TERRIBLE FRUSTRATION WHICH WOULD BE THEN PERCEIVED AS HATE OR MISOGYNY OR HOLLOW REBUKE OR WHATEVER DISPICKABLE THING YOU ACCUSE THE SOUL OF MY SENTENCE TO CONTAIN. Now i TRUST that this was not BRIEF ENOUGH BECAUSE YOU NEED TO GET ACCUSTOMED TO THE LANGUAGE EQUIPMENT (dutch begrippenapparaat) WHICH IS ALL MY ATTITUDE AND MEANING I WISH TO GIVE. NOW, if PESSOA would have said, i apreciate so dearly all crafts and arts and beautiful maidens as his tagline, then I COULD BE WELL ENJOYING PAINTING AND SCULPTING THE INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR OF SOME STEAMPUNK INDUSTRIAL POWERPLANT. THAT I FIND IT DISPICKABLE NOW AND VERY FUTILE AND ALSO A FLAGRANT MISTAKE OF MODERNISM TO HAVE ITS SCULPTORS AND PAINTERS WORK AT THE CASH REGISTER OF THE DO IT YOURSELF STORE. IS SOMETHING THAT I HAVE NO MODESTY FOR? TO BE THE END AND BEGINNING OF A NEW ARTISAN AND MERRILY EMPLOYED FLOCK OF ESTHETICIANS AND ARTISTS, AND TO BE THE END AND NEW BEGINNING OF THIS INDUSTRIAL LOBOTOMY THEY CALL A CULTURE. AND AGAIN AS I STATED WITH THE SUBJECT PROBLEM BEING PART OF BOTH FASCISM AS NEONAZISM, AS COMMUNISM BY THAT, IF YOU CONSIDER THAAAAT FASCIST, THEN IM AFRAID YOU CAN NOW WELL UNDERSTAND IN THE OMNIPOTENCE OF TAGLINES OF CAMUS LIKE "find meaning" or the attitude of "hell are the others" or the line "everything is subjective" etc etc and all these itterences of irony and "owh well this society has no meaning and will never find meaning" etc. TO quote a JEW; "HITLER WAS RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING," Stanley Kubrick. And no I would not say that or applaud that unfortunatly i&aposm not jewish in any significant way. I GOT SOME SERIOUS STOMACH THOUGH, TRY IT SOMETIME. AND NOW i have officially dazzled myself with some concepts for which i know i am the SOLE PROPRIETOR OF MY WIT AND GENIUS, i DONT NEED GRATIFICATION BY OTHERS I DAZZLE MYSELF, and YOU now, can either be dazzled by my wit, and be a fellow LION Of culture soon. OR you are a MOSQUITO UNDER THE RIFFRAFF, OF WHICH I CAN NOT NOR EVER WAS GOOD AT ACCEPTING MY PLACE THERE, AND CERTAINLY DID NOT WANT INGRIEGEOUS DEFIANCE AND FLATULANCE ALWAYS? BUTTTTTTT FOOR SOMEONE TO DELVE INTO MY WORK AND MAKE IT KNOWN APART OF MYSELF ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE MY WORK KNOWN? ON WHICH PEOPLE THEN GO? WAUW, YOUR WORK IS BRILLIANTLY WORTHLESS, NO ONE WILL GET IT. ALL SEVEN BILLION OF YOU INCLUDING MY OWN MOTHER, YOUR WORK IS BRILLIANTLY WORTHLESS, NO ONE WILL GET IT, ARTISTS MUST SUFFER, as is also my NAME. I give me to me my own greatest compliments yes, because i value my opinion over not very high bar opinions. If i apreciate you, you can feel something again in this starch of frozen hearts, so you inspired me then. All is well that ends well. Next time you want to fuck me in my pussy as everything has to do with sex to some, i am the claivoyent of the line "i want to scrape with a silver tool some skin off your arm and roast a pizza in the rekindled auschiwtz oven." The most heartbroken and asexual platonic Emo&aposs love my impotent vermint carcass of a stranded mind on a martian empty land for that, so i do fine without your approval if at all you might not need me around anymore. But don&apost flatter me with the EGOTISM of naivite to have not understood time appropriatly, i have had a lot of work trying to wrap my mind around it too. Maybe you could be the second one in line to ACTION in stead of BLABBER. My mother, my psychologists, my ex girlfriends, my tytors, my psychiatrists, were all about BLABBER, and your comment was indeed, BLABBER, so bear with me and then there will be AVANT GARDE? OR THE FRONTLINE OF ART. You can at most desperate and dramatic way looze one soldier among your ranks, if you keep me you can have each to you a villa called AGAINST THE GRAIN OR A REBOURS, choice is yours. I HOPE where i was a bit unclear i had finally introduced you somewhat in the content and the promise of having something to say. I wrote against the grain AS A MYTHOLOGY. I have an against the grain developed and all in my HEAD the most BEAUTIFUL CITY QUITE A METROPOLIS OF CLASSICAL GROTESQUES, so yeah, IM A GENIUS MAN? nice to meet you. My lodgings are in a book store if Van Gogh painted it and it was painted in his starry sky. THATS WHERE I AM, so i trust i&aposm not in your block folder. My tomb would just be poison for imbecils, or someone sincere could still be found to weep DESPAIREDLY for it? YOU are NOT you? Choose, you can be one of either. Nothing in between though. The fact that i do not need gratification though, is why i tend to distance myself from any social coherence of people to other cultures or the whole culture entirely today, in ways they did not understand how it coheres and lacks their self esteem and how they are attached to the nihilism of &aposowh well this is reality" and then the replies to me of &aposowh my forget your dreams" etc. I am a CULTURE on my own at the very least, some byzantine empire or symbolist land of ivory towers. If you can find that realm i&aposm not sure yet but you probably will. I DO NOT say then that I AM THE ONLY WAY. but your entertaining and not unflavory discourses of useless taste may be THAT as they ARE. as some artists who&aposs name escapes me said, i am the bridge over which some of you may pass. You can find many paths across the regular pathways behind modernism. TO SURVIVE though in the coming years YOU DO NEED A BRIDGE, no matter if you think you can be decadent and do all very fine yourself, its not going to last and i don&apost want to be apart from hedonism sucking at the supermarkets titty and not contributing or as much fulminating to the diar wastefullness of progress. to shove this up neodecadent movements backside and they will have a serious reply or i&aposm done with it "Now i itterate that since the dawn of conceptual art you could make a toilet much more valuable and especially very much more esthetic then the golden hidious toilet designs of our leaders. But the masses seem to just be interested in whacking at leaders just to have the golden toilet and seat on it themselves. When i spit on this society that that is what everyone is stuck on, leading and polarizing and blurting out futility. Then that is considered hollow rebuke. Now where do you plan to take these reminiscences of NIetzsche and Crowley and Lavey exactly? You throw away all black metal with the trash. Such lines of Satyricon "inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows, if he could just make us understand" "earhtly decay, in front of our eyes, now, now its killing for a living." "is this what is yet to come, or a madmen&aposs reflection of the soul" etc etc. Now they have n&apost been exactly forthcoming but they are the only ones who cried for B?! Now needs to come B. And are you ready for B? Because frankly where Black Metal cried for B. You are not even beginning to draw the letter A as far as i&aposm concerned and for what I have been noting here. NOw i want a serious and descent reply or I will wholly personally and subjectively think this movement is futile and cause havoc somewhere else where they are less intelligent and even more beligerant of any of my misanthropic installments?! " We need to critize the enlightenment and atheism for being deconstrictive and paradoxical and tear down meaning for a progress hysteria and rekindle the esthetic movement. See arts and crafts restore the world ecologically, see humanoid robots do any industrial chore or tedious labout, and see this earth releaved with a lot of industry taking to spacetravel. AGREED, OR NOT AGREED? SIMPLE Christianity is a deeply devolved into sectarian isolation a relic, satanism is a fraud, and not when music turns to fantasy and paganism you don&apost like that either? I hope i uttered some relevant content to counter you and did n&apost just spout hollow phrases again. Now that i STAND AT A SMALL CREEK, WITH A MAIDEN DOING THE LAUNDRY IN THE CREEK AND I PAINT HER is a surrealist provocation and a disgust for society and the way its attitude should diminish all and romance GOTHIC MAIDENS WITH UTTER MARVEL IN THEIR CLOTHING PAINTED AND A SERIES OF THEM WITH MODERN PEOPLE ONLOOKING DEPICTED IN MIRRORS OR LAKES OR POOLS SO THEY SEE HOW SILLY THEY ARE A MACHINE WHERE PEOPLE CAN BE ARISTOCRATIC AND ADOPT LAND FOREST AND MOUNTAINS AND PARKS AND DEVELOP THE LAND AND DO IT THEMSELVES ETC for that, i demand a little respect and i you do not bid me that i will not want it from you. genius is understood by other genius apparently which leaves me personally at a very precarious spot and i&aposm not at all happy where shove me or how they talk to me like owh my god, what are you saying? Owh my god, you&aposll never get anywhere?? IF PEOPLE HAVE A ROBOT TO DO GROCERIES AND DO THE INDUSTRIAL BAKERY THERE WILL BE A NEED FOR MEANING FOR ARTISAN QUALITY AND BEAUTY THEN SUBJECTIVITY ENDS THEN THIS DEBILITATING OF MEANING THAT WE SEE TODAY WILL HAVE TO END THATS WHAT IM SAYING A SUBURB BROKEN DOWN FOR A ART DECO TOWER WITH GARDENS PARKS FORESTS AND ARTISAN FARMS AROUND WOULD BE VERY VALUABLE TO REDRAW SUPERMARKETS AND LIVING RESIDENCES NOW IN NEOCLASSICAL AND ART NOUVEAU WOULD BE ALL VERY VALUABLE AND OR WORTHWHILE AND OR PROVOCATIVE NOW IM IN EITHER IN OR OUT IT DOES NT SEEM LIKE IM IN RIGHT NOW DOES IT YOUR SENSE OF NOT APRECIATING ME COULD BE EITHER JUSTIFIED OR ERRONOUS EITHER WAY SO I ASK YOU AGAIN WHAAAAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?????? write stories, provoke the hysteria of progress i always advocated for an esthetics and prowess like symbolist art and literature because that would be ENTICING i did n&apost consider actually making the same mistakes again i have a written a mythology with over a hundred allegories to give symbolism MEANING MEANING IT NEVER HAD AND MEANING YOU CAN NOT UNDERSTAND APPARENTLY????? so it IS ERRONOUS not to understand me then. THE ACTUAL PREMISSE OF THE DISPUTE THE LEGITIMIZATION OF SENDING SOMEONE TO PRISON “This reads as hollow rebuke. I know you&aposre trying to say something, but it&aposs very unclear what. This is contextless. I don&apost think it&aposs reasonable to ban nonsense, but I do think it&aposs fine to ask that nonsense be brief.” signed, DUCK THE EPILOGUE Now PEACE and LOVE and more complex things of which you know nothing about and all SUBTLETIES AND NUANCES OF THAT INCLUDING SADEANISM EVEN IN THERE? WHICH IS NOT SADISM now FOR ALL the WARS there will be only ONE LAW, it will abide by the LIMIT of the WORD of my FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THE BIBLE WHICH IS THE WORD SWORD the pencil is mighter, if it is WORTHY, of the sword, but NOT MIGHTIER IS A PEN IF IT IS NOT IN GENUINE AND CHOLERIC AND UP TO DATE ANGER OF WHICH SOME MAY SEE IT AND OTHERS MIGHT SEE IT A LITTLE, BUT NOT A TERRIBLE AMOUNT TOO LATE BECAUSE IT NEEDS TO NOT BE A TERRIBLY AMOUNT TOO LATE AT MOST FIFTEEN YEARS TOO LATE. CREDITIONS; the throwing indiscriminately of ingenious sins and shit like brown sugar sweet in the face of a worthless society that kills the world by babbling only when it does nothing but shoving food in their face and having all the factories work day and night. AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS BABBLE?! THEN YOU DESERVED THIS. As Considered By the Trinity of Impotence VhempeyhreN De Goncourts, of who&aposm is IMPOTENT JK HUYSMANS of who&aposm is IMPOTENT CHARLES ALGERNON SWINBURNE of wo&aposm is IMPOTENT ALL proceeds of donations will be seen to build the impotence factory for said three artists for a assembly line or longrailautomaton as i call it with fifteen year old girls having their naked backsides pionted UPWARDS, of who&aposm E ALREADY FOUND ABOUT A HUNDRED AND OF WHICH SOME ARE ALREADY GETTING TOO OLD. THE THING WILL BE ENTIRELY MUTUALLY CONSENT BUT OF THIS CONCESSIONS OR DEALS WE HAVE YOU HAVE ENTIRELY NO BUSINESS OR INTERVENTION OR EVEN OPINION TO BE GOTTEN IN YOUR FILTHY AND DUMB MIND. NOW THAT INCLUDING THE FOLLOWING ORDERS AND STIPULATIONS WITH THAT IF YOU SEE SOMEONE AND ASKING A CIGARETTE, IN THE STREETS OR ANYWHERE BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING IF SOMEONE ASKS FOR MONEY OR FOOD IN STREETS TRAINS OR STATION BUILDINGS OR STORES, BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING IF SOMEONE ASKS NOT TO BE BOMBED OR STOP BOMBING CHIDLREN OR HAVING SOME SHELTER AND FOOD OF ANY KIND AND WANTS TO BE LEFT ALONE (god declare them saints they who want to be left alone, they are truly the blessed) I WROTE IT IN FUCKING ENGLISH PERHAPS YOU CAN FUCKING UNDERSTAND IT, THAT IF AT ALL BABBOON FACES COULD BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING LIKE EVEN A BABBOON HAD MANAGED, THEN I CAN WASTE MONEY AND NEED NOT TO MEDDLE AT ALL IN YOUOUUOURRRR AFFAIRS AND YOUOUOUUURRRRR INJUSTICES YOU PURTORBATE, THEN I CAN MAKE COLLAGES ACROSS TIME IN THIS CASE A VICTORIAN TRADITION OF POETS AND A MODERNIST CONCEPT OF LARGE TRAFFICKING AND ASSEMBLAGE OF PRODUCTS ALL WRAPPED UP IN SOMETHING THAT YOU COULD CALL A NICE RENAISSENCE YES AS USUALLY LOOKING BACK WOULD GIVE YOU A NICE RENAISSENCE THEN I CAN BUILD MY FACTORY AND DON&aposT NEED TO BE ANYONES HERO OR ETHICALLY AT ALL WITH YOU INVOLVED OR EVENREMOTELY AFFILIATED WITH YOUR TRAIDTIONS OR MODERN ASSUMPTIONS OF IRRELEVANT AND ON MY HANKY ALL RAINING DOWN POOR ME A GIANT SUN OF SNOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY NOSTRILS HOW CAN I SNEEZE WITHOUT YOUR STUPID INTEREFERENCES???? NOW THE STREET CHILDREN AND EVEN THEIR MOTHERS WHO STARVE THEMSELVES FOR ME WILLLL WILLLLL BE PAYED FOR BY MYSELF WHEN I SEE THEM EAT THEI DURUM AND COMPLAIN ITS NOT THE RIGHT SAUCE THAT IS MY PRIVILIGE AND MYYYYYY BEAUTY AND MY HAPPINESS TO INDULGE. YOU HAD NOT WANTED IT, YOU DID NOT WANT TO FEED ALL THE CHILDREN TO FEED THE CHILDREN THAT ARE ON THE STREETS OR STARVING ANYWHERE. IS MY PRIME CHARITY AMONG WHICH OTHERS IF YOU BE SO KIND TO HELP WITH A POSSIBLY ACTIVE AS PASSIVE AS RHETORICAL NOTION IN THAT AS TO BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING ANY POSSIBLE HORDES OF MATHILDAS CLAUDIAS LOLITAS OR LAZYTOWN GIRLS or EMILY THE STRANGES WILL BE TREATED PLATONIC AND WITH IMPOTENCE AS IS PROVEN BY THE MAFFIA TAPES OF MY ADVENTURES IN THE UNDERGROUND THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION. SLVDC (how you deal with mature woman is a secret entirely unbeknownst tot he aforementioned principles and wise character of writing, not everything can be uncovered, maybe don’t bash them up even if they ask, maybe don’t be to slave like, i mean every woman got stockholm syndrom and finally wants to be controlled, not have condoms or things in her pussy, and keen on getting married to the one and only at fifteen ACTUALLY YES. Try to teach them how to act maybe a better idea, THEY LOVE to ACT, tell them laugh louder at my jokes and never laugh louder at another mans jokes or you’ll have to marry him in stead, and she will gladly growl and squeel for you. WOMAN ARE WEIRD.) THEY HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, which the Stockholm syndrom and sabinian virgin robbery proves, treat them with a line like “You know why i’m against liberty? Because if i ask you to model for me for a sculpture you would say no to me, and that should be illegal.” Don’t you think it should CAPTIVATE, if not, you probably need to educate them too because the meals and the dishes will be earnt in a very sour and long boring residential life. LASTLY it is an entirely and very common democratic and diseased notion and the usual misunderstanding of reality of a lot of simple men who are the majority, that smoking is a detriment to health care expences, if you die ten fifteen even thirty years younger you do NOT pose an extra tEX to the econom you in stead take out in a more dignified way. Soem occasional surgery may accord not withstanding. NOW with that said then, we invite the whole frenzy of smoking and smokring advertisements BACK. VHEMPEYHREN CIGARETTES WITH ROSE PETAL FILTERS INFINATLY ROMANTIC DELICIOUS AS MARQUIS DE SADES CIGARETTES IN 1800. ALSO COMPLETELY BIODEGRADABLE SO PREFERABLY TOSS IN BETWEEN PLANTS OR IN THE SCURRIES OF THE LAWNS. VAMPIRES, LOVE, TO SMOKE!!! VHEMPEYHREN CIGARETTES WHY NOT TRY THIS A CIGARETTE THEN EVEN WHEN YOU ARE,... COMPLETELY ANTISOCIAL!!! AND IT WOULD NT BE WITHOUT THE CHEAPEST SHOT, AND ABSOLUTE LOW POINT IN CULTURE TO CONCLUDE WITH THIS, HOW WEIRD PEOPLE ARE WHEN YOU FOUND. THAT IF YOU SMOKE WEED AND CHAT AND THIS AND THAT, YOU GET ALL PARANOID OR IMAGINATIVE AND SPORT PECULIAR SURREAL HUMORISTIC LINES, IF WOMAN GET STONED, YOU CAN FIND FINALLY HOW WEIRD THEY ARE AS CLEARLY AND ANYWHERE FOUND SEEN WHAT THEY DO TO THEIR PETS AND HORSES AND ANY OTHER ANIMAL, OF WHICH IS IN THE MOST FROWNED UPON REIGNS OF THE INTERNET, BUT CERTAINLY OF WHICH EVERYONE HAS ONCE SEEN, AND THEREFORE TO BE UNDERSTOOD AS A PUBLIC SECRET, AND IT WOULD NT BE WITHOUT MY GENTLY COMING OUT OVER THESE PAST TWENTY YEARS AND MY PRIDEST ACCOMPLISMENT IF I DID NOT -AFTER THAT NURSE I HAD SAW AND CAUSED WITH MY PECULIAR SCARYNESS AS USUAL TO BE SCREAMING THROUGH THE HALLWAYS AND IS MY MOST GRAND ACHIEVEMENT AGAINST YOU CIVIL CALPH SO FAR, NOT TO BE FINALLY OUTDONE BY SAYING TO RETREIVE AN INFURIORATING AMOUNT OF VOMIT AND DISGUST, ENVY AND OTHER ABBERENT CONVULSIONS OF STUCK UP AND AGREAGIOUS PEOPLES, I WOULD SAY THAT IS MY SO FAR NEW HIGHTLIGHT I SAY TO CONSIDER THAT WHAT WOMAN DO AS THEIR MOST WEIRD STONED RITUALS AS NOTHING MORE THEN INNOCENT AND AMUSING. (though admittedly a LITTLE gross, surprise to you, sex IS gross.) GIVE ME YOUR BLACK MAL CONTENTED CANCER NOW YOU BELIGGERANT RETARDED MORON AND THE VERY FINAL POINT OF PROVOCATIVE HUMOUR AND COMEDY IN FILM THEATER MOTION PICTURES AND PHOTOGRAPHY AND POSSIBLY PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURES (of which exist for longer then your pansexuality can muster.) BECAUSE HUMOR, WIT, NEEDED ALWAYS TO BE PROVOCATIVE. BECAUSE THE MAJORITY AND THE DEMOCRACY IS A CRIMINAL HYPOCRITICAL AND HURTFULL, WASTEFULL, AND GREEDY SORRY WORTHLESS LOT. BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOUR. IT IS ALL YOU NEEDED TO DO IN THE FACE OF REALITY IN STEAD OF FEAR OR DISGUST FOR PAIN OR YOUR LACK OF TASTE. MAKE A LITTLE JOKE ABOUT IT. BUT YOU CANT DO IT AND THE CASUALTY OF SERIOUSNESS OF YOUR SOUL. IS YOUR OWN AND PERPETUALLY YOUR OWN AND NO ONE ELSES INFINATE UNHAPPINESS AND LACK OF SATISFACTION! WHICH THEN WITH YOUR ECONOMY. WE MUST SEE HOW MUCH IS NEEDED TO SATISFY IT AND HOW MUCH EXTRA WORLDS YOU MEAN TO USE AND THINK TO SQUANDER IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. IT WILL BE YOUR OWN WELL DESERVED GALLOW YOU YOURSELF STRAP AROUND YOUR NECKS OR YOUR GALLOW CALL YOU WERE SITTING ON A GIANT THEATER ALL ALONG NOW THE CURTAIN AS FAR AS IM CONCERNED CAN QUITE CLOSE AND YOU CAN GET SERIOUS IM NOT INTERESTED YOU HAVE BETRAYED IN YOUR DISCARDING OF MY PRESENCE AND ART THE VERY LIGHT THAT SHINES IN MY DIRECTION. WHICH SUCH LIGHT I AM NOT INTERESTED IN. MY CREED AND CURRENT POPULAR DEMAND ACTUALLY MORE SO THEN YOU PRESUME IS DARKNESS!!! its not that i don&apost have reasons to say all this in order to make my point or to get famouswhich i HAVE to do then, get famous but this should explain why i am so angry and also why i do so much my best to be the best babbler, which is n&apost easy by any degree i tried to be a soldier and kill people in shopping malls, though admittedly that was harder and a lot less fun to do because usually i don’t like to be severed from my own military and plunnged into a cauldron of stillborn greedy adults scruffing around on the floor of the earth looking for more greed to satisfy or control and oppression to exert, at the desperat attempt then, to seize this imagination, which above them, is indeed a boot moderately stamping their face, and an art and ideologue, which we are good at, and is also as a soldiers of olds understanding. A DUTY AND ONES HONOUR WHICH NAME IS LOYALTY of some sorts as you should have known. CHAPTER IV CANNIBALISM if you keep sending these snacks to the discretion of the spying eyes of the CIA while i have to eat this shit restraurant psychiatry food you going to become a very good metal guitar player because i will bite off your fingers and spice them with the only available items here SUGAR AND MILK it will be very tasty to grill them in microwave heheheheh CHAPTER V RAcism and deportation IF YOU CRACK ANYONES EGG THAT WAS NT YOURS TO CRACK, LET ALONE HAVING TOUCHED THE SPINDLE OF THE STOVE TO HEAT THE EGG? AND GOD FORBID YOU ACTUALLY THE EGG TOO. BUT THEN, AND MAKE OR MADE FOR A SECOND HIS LIFE MISERABLE? THEN YOU WALK A LONG WHILE IN A NEW INVENTION OF MINE CALLED A CAGE FITTED ON NASA AUTOMATED ROVER WHEELS, WITH A SLEEPING QUARTERS ON TOP OF THE VEHICLE, AND YOU CAN WALK ON THE EVEN GROUND ON HIGHWAYS, WE EVEN GIVE YOU THE BEST HIKING SHOES OR SPACESHOES WHATEVER, AND YOU CAN WALK TO YOUR ORIGINA DN BEG FOR FORGIVENESS THAT YOU FUCKED UP THE LEGACY OF YOUR KIND AND WORTWHILE ANCESTORS? IT WILL BE A LONG WALK, AND YOU CAN BE FED AS PEOPLE SEE YOU PASS BY, i CALL IT THE TOUR OF UNDESIRABLE INTERESTS, AND YOU MAY NOT BE AWARE WHAT SIDE OF THE ISLE LEFT OR RIGHT, YOU REALLY COME FROM. WE GO WAY BACK, AND THERE IS ALL KINDS OF INFLUENCES IN THESE GENES POOLS YOUD BE AMAZED OF. LET ME NOT BUST YOU OF MAKING ANYONE OR A MAJORITY OF PEOPLES LIVES A SICKENING SOUR SANDWICH. OR YOU WILL WALK IN STEAD OF BABBLE OR HARASS OR BELITTLE OR NOT MUTUAL CONSENT PEOPLE. CHAPTER VII Corpophagia If you pick up poo for your dog. You should be willing to have your wife shit in the living room, and you scoop it up, and put it in the toilet. Thats the least you could do or consider. CHAPTER IIX PARTHENOPHILIA II THE MENU We SHOULD PUT IN EVERY CHILDS ROOM THE BOOK “THE MENU” WITH ALL MUG SHOTS OF PARTHENOPHILES, IT WOULD NT BE TERRIBLY POPULAR, BUT IT WOULD BE MODERATLY POPULAR, FORTUNATE AND BRAVE IS HE WHO DARES TO APPLY. THE OBJECT OF WHICH TO NON PARTHENOPHILES OR PEOPLE LIKE MYSELF, MAKING IT A HILARIOUS TREAT, AND AN UTMOST PRACTICE IN SARDONIC KIND OF HEAVENLY AND HAPPY SUMMUMRY OF PLAYFULLNESS. IT WOULD BE ONLY LAW THAT BEASTIALITY SEX AND PARTHENOPHILIA AND CIGARETTES BE KEPT OUT OF ANY LAW BOOK OR ORDONNATION, ITS TOOOO GROSS TO CONSIDER BY DISPENSABLE FRUITCAKES WHO SHOULD RATHER CONCENTRATE ON ESTHETIC THINGS. SEX IS SO GROSS NOBODY DOES IT ANYMORE UNLESS THEY ARE PAYED THE REST IS WATCHING THE MOVIES AND BEING HURT BY THE INDIFFERENCE OF IT. NOW WE HAVE ESTABLISHED THREE THINGS THAT THIS TREATIZE IS THE TRUTH THAT THE TRUTH IS FUN NI AND THAT PEOPLE WHO DIFFER OF OPINION OR CONSIDER ANYTHING OR THIS SUBJECTIVE ARE… WORTHLESS. Written 16 04 52025 Year Anno Rha at Eythehlephyaelle Started at 12 midnight and completed 17 04 2025 at the Castle of Lhy of Eythehlephyaelle. DIEM25 THE END OF LAZYNESS, under the title we fucked up nature, hail nature, now nature is our pet puppy. DO YOU HAVE A SECOND OF YOUR LIFE FOR SOMETHING OTHER THEN CONSUMPTION GOING INTO YOUR MOUTH AND BABBLE COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH? Contents restoring the oceans PART I CORALS PART II FISH cleaning the skies restarting the ocean currents land management infectious diseases and vaccins bees releasing pressure from ecology eating industry, traffic and technology policy supermarkets last but not least, religion DIEM25 COMMUNISM AND GREEN MANIFEST UNION restoring the oceans PART I ALL VILLAGES AND CITY WILL HAVE A SACRED POOL IN ART NOUVEAU TO BREED CORAL WHICH WILL THEN BE TRANSPANTED IN THE OCEAN WHERE BEFIT PArt II ALL COAST LINES WILL BE BUILT ART NOUVEAU FISH TEMPLES TO BREED FISH IN APPROPRIATE HEIGHT SEVERAL FLOORS HIGH AND EVEN SKYSCRAPERS OF FISH POOLS? IIIIN ART NOUVEAU cleaning the skies A SKYSCRAPER IN MINIMALIST STYLE WILL BE BUILT IN EACH VILLAGE AND CITY WITH MILLS TO SUCK UP CO2 EQUIPED WITH POTATO FIELDS WHO HAVE WIRES TO DEDUCT THEIR ENERGY restarting the ocean currents A SYSTEM OF BOTH FLOATING AND STATIONARY MILLS WILL BE MOUNTED IN ALL THE OCEANS FOR RESTARTING THE OCEAN CURRENTS managing the land ALL SUBURBS WILL BE BROKEN DOWN AND REPLACED WITH AN OR SOME ART DECO OR ART NOUVEAU SKYSCRAPER WITH FOREST AND ARTISAN FARMS IMPLANTED TO THE LAND BECOMES USEFULL AGAIN BAROQUE STAIRCASES GO BELOW RESTAURANTS AND LOUNGES BELOW WILL PROVIDE AMPLE OPPORTUNITY TO SOCIALIZE AND KNIT OR CRAFTS OR DINING, ARTISAN FARMS WILL PROVIDE CHILDREN THE OPPORTUNITY WITH SHASING A FEW CHICKENS. ARTISAN TOILETS WILL BE INSERTED WORKING WITH GATHERED LEAVES AND POSTING IT FOR USE FOR MANURE INSTANTLY AND DO NOT WORK ON WATER. infectious diseases you get labs with infectuous diseases or not labs with infectuous diseases, well, close the labs is a bit ignorent, keeping them makes those things escape so yeah. IF YOU WANT TO STUDY A DISEASE, STUDY IT WHERE YOU FIND IT, BUILD A LAB THERE AND INSTALL A PERIMETER, NO ONE LEAVES WITHIN WIDE EXAGERATION OF INFECTUOUS UNDERSTANDING THAT LAB, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DO THAT, AND THEY ARE VERY COURAGEOUS, AND THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO HELP MANKIND; THAT as much is my policy on infectuous diseases. GET IT INSTALLED AND MAKE THE PAGE WITH ALL THE SCIENCE, GO all hesitant to vaccinate must have labs on the research of vaccine and demeaning of immune system by vaccines, PROVE IT. LEARN, GROW STRONGER bees ALL KIND HUNEY BEES EUROPEAN HUNEY BEES AND THE GOOD HUNEY BEES WILL BE ALLOWED TO HAVE HALF OF THEIR HUNEY releasing pressure from industry eating ecology, traffic and technology policy. FOURTY PERCENT OF TRAFFIC AND TECHNOLOGY AND TRAIN STATIONS WILL BE RECYCLED AND INDUSTRY WILL BE REORIENTED TO SPACE TRAVEL AS THE EVER EXPANDING STRUCTURE IS EATING THE EARTH Supermarkets ALL SUPERMARKETS WILL BE REBUILT IN GOTHIC STYLE WITH TERRACES AND GARDENS ABOVE INSIDE AND SEVERAL FLOORS BELOW religion EVERY CITY WILL HAVE A NEW CATHEDRAL AT CONCIDERABLE HEIGHT AND ARTISAN MADE FOR MYTHOLOGIZED AND ESTHETIALIZED IMAGINATION PAINTINGS SCULPTURES ETC A CATHEDRAL AND CHAPELS FOR IMANUEL KANT WILL BE CRAFTED AS A MESSIAH AS HE IS ACTUALLY YOUR MESSIAH CHAPELS OR CATHEDRALS TO ATHEISM ARE FORBIDDEN AND THE CONSEQUENCES OF ATHEISM I CAN DESCRIBE AND WILL BE SO DIAR AND HOLLOW AND OBLIVIOUS TO HUMAN THOUGHT FEELING OR FUTURE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Psychiatry The Imagination is not forbidden, and not need to be under fascist control, all psychiatrist will adopt anti psychiatry creeds and be open minded and with attendance and authority of the patient to the highest degree and sensibity these people deserve. They who are outside the subject pawn to consume and see to more consumption are all free of need to work and profit, and these institutions will be rendered in art nouveau and high degree of beauty and be called Laesurea. s in the eye of the beholder, i’d really like to find out what is BEHIND that, if you go insane of intersubjectivity or any other notion you have no idea what you are blabbering about I will help you but until that time i wait for an invitation again to come and lecture, i lecture like an afghan general as you will find, even if as stated i am more of a FROZEN DJINN, which is NOT SUBJECTIVE BUT OBJECTIVE. Its bloody necessary, to lecture like an afghan general in this world, as one actually told me, if there is no other choice, then thats what you do,... Now what is behind perception if you say things are subjective, a thing of which with blind faith established you DID something, and you still need to SEE that, the other side of curiosity, which is holy, and the grail it should be of science, science that is without a grail if it is not curious anymore, and it is to be curious about what you SEE, because perception is the vault, the magick, and the touchstone of the inside of ones mind, at which is the greatest dance of feelings, as its infinitely platonic, as you should to grasp this wonderful illusion before you, great master poem of many prophets philosophers and artists, and the creators of the beyond who walk here in the most curious signs., no o ~Mankind without a religion is as an artist without woman, a tree without leavess, winter indeed, a flower without petals, without roots, with a stem, there would n’t be a flower at all, it would be a world without flowers, its an orchid without paradise birds, a monkey without his angels, a hippie without love, and a satanist without hate. But hear the Empire of the lost, trapped in a cubicle, food in food out, no art on the walls, you will find your way.~pesare Opening quotation. If itestuan Opening quotation.er If it is to each a subject this object, i wonder what is behind that, if you say now beauty is in the eye of the beholder, i’d really like to find out what is BEHIND that, if you go insane of intersubjectivity or any other notion you have no idea what you are blabbering about I will help you but until that time i wait for an invitation again to come and lecture, i lecture like an afghan general as you will find, even if as stated i am more of a FROZEN DJINN, which is NOT SUBJECTIVE BUT OBJECTIVE. Its bloody necessary, to lecture like an afghan general in this world, as one actually told me, if there is no other choice, then thats what you do,... Now what is behind perception if you say things are subjective, a thing of which with blind faith established you DID something, and you still need to SEE that, the other side of curiosity, which is holy, and the grail it should be of science, science that is without a grail if it is not curious anymore, and it is to be curious about what you SEE, because perception is the vault, the magick, and the touchstone of the inside of ones mind, at which is the greatest dance of feelings, as its infinitely platonic, as you should to grasp this wonderful illusion before you, great master poem of many prophets philosophers and artists, and the creators of the beyond who walk here in the most curious signs., no o ~Mankind without a religion is as an artist without woman, a tree without leavess, winter indeed, a flower without petals, without roots, with a stem, there would n’t be a flower at all, it would be a world without flowers, its an orchid without paradise birds, a monkey without his angels, a hippie without love, and a satanist without hate. But hear the Empire of the lost, trapped in a cubicle, food in food out, no art on the walls, you will find your way.~pesare The premise of these writings is best understood by a psychologist noting myself that “If everything is subjective why do all the houses look the same” then finally they uttered, now i can’t see how you are not more angry then you already are. To understand that the reader is the key to an estheical idealism is itself subjective, it is not keen to any literary or intellectual interest to anyone, it is preferably then, not that freedom should be prohibited, but to instill in someone who is saying “everything is subjective” which is just a repetition of Kant, which he told everyone to say, that someone should give inspiration on WHAT to say, now then if you make that COOL, like i do, that is preferable, but it WOULD be even preferable to just blurt stuff out. If you think I just blurt stuff out you are probably someone who listens to Kant too much and does n’t understand evolution too much. If everything is subjective, genius would not exist, and i definitely am one, i definitely am treated like i do not exist. Naturally and Self Evidently the natural law of progress and the key to the future is he who, apart from the creation in light of mathematics being the eye of reality, this society created by mathematics and science should also apply to the decorative, which has, by means of science and mathematics, and industry, been left out, and which does n’t mean anything anymore. BUT how can the irrational then exist, which is the treat that the progression currently would lead one to confine all gothics, punks, black metal, christians and cathedral builders and artists, and everyone who would want to marry in a wedding dress, to psychiatries and left them all sit fifteen minutes to eat morning evening and noon and have them take a walk in the morning and play boardgames. WHICH TO SOME EXTENT IS ALREADY HAPPENING???! THEY ARE EVERY NIGHT HERE SAYING I SHOULD SLEEP FROM 24 TO EIGHT AND IF YOU LET THIS SLIDE SOON ENOUGH THEY WILL SEW YOUR EYES SHUT EVERY NIGHT THATS WHAT CAME FROM CHRIST TOO AT ONE POINT? GO FIGURE??? And that absurdity, is unforgivable. And if you think you got other problems, whereas that global awareness would stand up for everyone and YOU, then you must have had some too much leisure in your life, in your freaky worthless selfishness, you think the universe revolves around you then? It is yet to be discovered, they can pinpoint it almost, and even then the center of everything is much further on for that too. But the center of fraud corruption, cancer and rot is definatly someone who cares only for himself. YOU DO NOT have the right to agree to disagree, WE CAN NOT both be right. Subjectivity is all that I am talking about, so standing up for you and you going owh he is so right and beautiful for standing up but i’m going to be complacent and leave him in his shit situation. I DO NOT CREDIT MYSELF ANYTHING BUT A DISPICKABLE NATURE?! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO FOR YOU. SO NOW STICK AND THEN SHOVE IT UP YOUR COCONUT, AND SHARE THE FUCKING MESSAGE. YOU CAN CRY AND SOB LATER ABOUT THE FACT YOU WERE AN INDIVIDUAL CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS CAUSE HE WAS NT REALLY FIT TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL BUT I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT SHIT TO WORRY ABOUT, THE ONES WHO AAAARE individuals, would fight with me to the DEATH, because we fight AGAINST YOUR SELFDESTRUCTION AND FOR YOUR GREED FOR LAZYNESS KILL THE WHOLE EARTH AND THE LEGACY OF POETS. NOW WE WANT A STREAMLINED, ELOQUENT, JUST SOCIETY!!!! WHICHEVER IS NOT WHAT YOU CURRENTLY PERCEIVE IT TO BE. NOW I AM THE LEAST WORTHY OF BEING AN INDIVIDUAL, ESPECIALLY THE STUBBORN SMALL MINDED EGOTISM OF MOST OF YOU, BUT I HAVE WRECKED ALL EXISTENCE AND BEYOND FIRST, I HAVE PASSED THROUGH INSANITY SECOND, I HAVE WITNESSED AND ACTUAL MIRACLE THIRD, AND THAT IS INDICATIVE AND ADAMENTATIONAL OF THE GENIUS AND SPIRIT OF TIME, AND YOU WILL RESERVE YOUR AWE FOR THAT AND ACCEPT THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A DOCTRINE RESULTED FROM THAT. This treatise and polemic to the Neo Decadent movement for them to get their head out of their ass merely wants to stipulate that modern age thinks to have acquired something, that they are morally superior, and that life is futile, and that everything should be ironic and laughable, i mean to say to that you have acquired shit, you are morally inferior, and life is very meaningfull, and you have a lot to learn about the greatness of esthetics and glory. And suddenly all the ages to everyone converge, and history present and future are molten into one solid whole. And that shock with which you wake up in Egypt Greece or Rome Or Romantic era, should be impressionant, and Awesome, that they are equally real. NOW FOR ALL THAT AND FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND, THAT IN THIS BELIGGERANT AND OTHERWORLDLY CALPH SYSTEM OF YOURS, THE TWO BLACK SHEEP ART AND ECOLOGY ARE NOT ACCEPTED AS AN HYERARCHICAL AND COMPLETE SUPREME OF ANY HYERARCHY LIKE THE MOST FUNDAMENTAL RELIGION, AND THOSE WHO WOULD SAY OWH I WILL CHARGE YOU 100000 FOR THAT BUT IM NOT EVEN GOING TO CHARGE YOU ITS ART AND ECOLOGY AND I ONLY WORK FOR CAR COMPANIES, THAT ATTITUDE, I WILL WRECK, AND THAT BY PERSONALLY GAUGING YOUR EYE BALLS OUT WITH RITUALLY CRAFTED METAL TREE SIZE IMPALEMENT MACHINES. FOR THAT TO ENGAGE YOU CAN COMMENCE AND WE OFFER YOU THESE ABNORMAL LINES. AND IT IS THE PRESUMPTION THAT I WOULD STORM WITH 200 SPARTANS INTO THE MODERN EUROPEAN UNION CAPITALL BUILDING. AND YOU WOULD GET SO HYSTERICAL YOU WOULD NUKE US, AND BUILD US A MARTYR TEMPLE, IT IS A THOUGHT SO LONG AGO FOR MY EGYPTIAN BRIDE WE HAD TO DIE AND YOU HAVE TO BUILD US THE LARGEST PYRAMID YOU COULD EVER BUILD IN THIS SOLAR SYSTEM, A THOUGHT ALREADY 30 YEARS OLD, BUT IF YOU STUDY YOUR SKYSCRAPERS AND HAVE THE CURIOSITY TO STUDY IT AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT AND THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY CRAFT AN OPINION ABOUT IT OTHER THEN “i am a subject” THEN YOU WOULD SEE THAT I AND ANY FUTURE WILL PRESUME, THAT I AM YOUR MEANING. “It should be the greatest mystery of psychology, what biologists and scientists are seeking in primates and or primitive tribes what they are not staring themselves in the soul, as their presumptions only leads them to their own subjectivity, that they are in fact the ones not capable to understand, that human will power and imagination are not parrallel to instincts, when Christ is caught in his imagination, that he would need to die at the Cross and does not flee from it, that ST Eulalia seeks the cross as a martyr before hand, that joan of arc too is entirely incapsulated in her ideology, that she becomes a martyr, but so much more, and for which lack of signs beauty was denied, but in effect, the WILL power is not anywhere else, then in the imagination, Not in Reality. So that we can indeed speak not of Homo Sapiens, but of Sapiens Schizophrenia, it enjoys the imagaintion and the beauty of something called love and sincerity somewhere too much, that the dialectics of the imagation run a steady pace from one very necessary and vital imagination, to the other, a thing of which as certain as that, will lead us to the definitive evolution at a much grander and exponentially high from this moment an evolution, bee&aposs is mankinds patron, fall and martyred bee&aposs, of whom do not know how they find the bee, and of which we are God to know how it works, and of which imagination is our radar, and we do not know how it works, and of which he who would know the imagaintion, would be to us a God. That it al any time actually works, and that we needed to rise from the depths through adventure, is the greatest gift as the greatest sadness and secret the Gods kept from us. Why we were left to this loneliness, so far away from our patrons and matrons as infinatly small shadows, even at times, without faith or miracles, would it let us believe, that all the imagination is would be but a futile story. In which the romantic soul in that fact again, is eternally lost and despaired, that it glows larger then the frailty of the philosopher, for that frailty and a story from him, he must first have used his senses, only then... Could magick be real, Or when he was using his senses and had no story, in this age he would need a whole lot to name his stories, MAGICK..Or the simple exchange thereof, that mankinds dreams, were reality, and that reality, was always and had always been and will always be fantasy. The ghost structure, stuck in nature as a parasite, to release the all cultures of new. The imagination Ether then, grinding, developing, relentless, restless, like a soul, that is so near, for the creative forces that guard over us, at the other end of infinity. OPEN LETTER TO THE NEODECADENT MOVEMENT The Parabel THE INTRODUCTION OUVERTURE THE CORE, CORAL CHORALS THE PREMISSE REASON OF THE DISPUTE THE VERY LEGITIMIZATION OF SENDING ME TO PRISON EPILOGUE OUTROVERTURE Creditations or the Shit Thrown at a Corrupt society chapter I Parthenophilia And the Three signature impotent ones Chapter II Misoginy and Sexism. Chapter III Cigarette advertisements and the good and beneficial and economical rot on human beings by cigarettes. Chapter IV Beastiality or Zoophilia Chapter V Cannibalism Chapter VI RAcism and Deportation Chapter VII Corpophagia The Parabel Chapter IIX Accompaniment of a open letter to Diem25 and communist parties, THE END OF LAZYNESS AND LACK OF IMAGINATION AND THE FAITH IN THE IMAGINATION It is attested that a succub of such magnificent magick talents was seen in the Castle of Lhy, a magick seen to make Hethred even herself Jealous, and for that she bid her with a ruthless and cursed smile. Upon her standing before a tree, an inconspicuous and indifferent of any trees this one tree, She quirkily lashed her feet to the tree, not hitting it, not to do anything at all, it was just a surreal movement with her one left foot. This then, unleashed out of it something so rare mysterious and illustrious, the first and most powerful tree spirit, a ghost living inside the tree, and one of the most powerful of those. Instantly the succubi with her red hair and yourthull gazes smiled, and the ghost from the tree was caught. Caught in her amical realm a spell. She tore out her ghostly heart, and consumed it, and washed it down with the liquids of many fruit tree flower oils. A succubi’s drink. However strange the spirit now caught, but this vixen and succubi that would frighten any man and see him completely in his mortal tomb as if shot there by a medieval canon. She gave him something, there was a very spirit opposed to it that ghost of the tree flung in his mind, a total trade, a love gush of economies a worth, and the very spirit that she gave was the spirit of mountains, yes this ghost from the tree, as it was agonizing and caught, and is was cut and mediocre there, and as it was in touch with all the cut and massacred trees, and keen with the animals spirits and lives this massive a power of a ghost, she brought him the repose and pensations mastered only by a thousands amount of successful mountains climbed a repose and pensations of peace and tranquility a kindred spirit that went with it, of a contemplation in an empty desolate desert. The ghost found its powers now. Her Necklace, a piece of a vulcano, he whistled on it, and all the winds of ghosts in trees crashed over the earth and mankinds doings and dealings, all the rhodean spirits fell over and squealed. The Earth was WON, the future of nature and ecology could begin. A duck was in a pond further on, that plucked from this ghost a raven feather of peace and love, and with all the worlds nuances and brilliances under those, caring, attentive, curious, generous, humble, and all those virtuous, and made the ghost clearly seen, and his raven from a feather flocked on, steering gently for the future, looking for it, and biting his own feathers to see to the tale and ghost and succub to find their path there. Such was the first parable of the New Pagan FUndamentalist craftsmanship and sacred book of EPHEREEEL; which name is as long as this very tale and this very beginning. Because he had to spit on hsi own name, because nothing meant anything anymore, long times ago he changed from a reclusive and despaired vampire, into a ghost, a vampiric ghost caught in a tree. The succubi Aehmereah Amaranthanae, just being slightly present, was the cause of this breaking of the weeds of all these vast stinking sewers that were left of oceans and lakes so fresh and pure, the duck, as will be know,, was also cause of this effect, it gave the raven winged ghost its final contemplations, the final moment of inertia of his soul, stirring it, presuming meaning in all this, so at long last, he was contented by this a minimal of generosity on his part, but which perhaps, meaning??! TO HIM? by a duck, that was never conceivable to this vampire rotten spirit soul that still lived in the ghost. All bewhilst this, that the spirit ghost of the tree, lived so destitute in a for trees as vampires diseased time. To him diseased, to them his diseased ideas, finally came as fleeting birds on his path, one after the other, each step one feather as the raven sacrificifed of it. The first step, a walk all on its own then as it ventured in this step, was a maiden, who did the laundry in a creek. The perfect model, he sorcereized the maiden by putting a magick canvas by the creek and tore her out of a painting, he placed her by the small river, and had a the most expensive ever window for laundry doing crafted, and as happy as she was, the chore was light, The environment and scenery and love bode by the Treeghost was mild and warm, she was only and but after these clothes for the treeghost, absolutely free to roam and do whatever she pleased, with all resources to her, and as that it went for pretty much everyone this treeghost met, as plentyfull rewards were in the stores and stowed in the treasuries he could ever own and still to conquer, but the trickling of these issuances of only the most generous and most beautiful sums of money and crafts that money can be done ideally in. The money as prophecy, and the prophecy as money was guaranteed. And so it was he could, this one ghost tree, with his heart finally eaten and consumed, and with his brightness and strong mind, set anyone free, with art, as they were equally always enslaved and walking in a doomed labyrinth, without his art. Then duck or Aemehrea, always still a muse, ravens or crooked ravens or amical or unwitting ravens or unwitting ducks, all now hsi muse, to liberate and treasure for him the most, set free, with a book, or a sculpture, or a piece of paper on which he would scribble his usual nonsense as these magickal spells are, a nonsense so pure, it went vitalized in none other then destiny itself, yes the 607 tokens and signs from heaven to Eph, in trun a wondering, reclusive and paranoid figure, always lost his thoughts and intentions with the flicker of someones ill witted or ill conceptualized of his meaning he gave, irritation though both, Ephereeel and Eph, Ephereeel the master of these sigs, Eph the careless and slave of the orchestrations of this mind, this magick. Such it were twins they then, the Tyrant of the arts, and the slave of the circumstances. With treeghosts be known for the majesty of their minds do be, the slave of reality, was determined to avenge, the indifference with which a fragile or frail thing be rendered and replied, and this was not always in turn understood by the other slaves of reality. Only Ephereeel could set it all free. There was no refuge in art, there was only heaven and the highest of spiritual understanding and purpose in art. Art, was christ, Satan, and all the other worlds their vampires and muse and angels, tucked in a grain of sand even, because naive enough, it too, money, and crafts, and arts, a naive would give the world for it, a savior would give five or six worlds back with the grain of sand then, just an absurd and irrational economy. The most naive, and caring, and eagerly sharing, were they who helped this economy of surrealism the most, they who acted as ducks or jackals as this age of disease, were still to be described as such to be dismantled, along with sickness disease despair and rot, which was a winter indeed rife this world with it. A reality, as bitter and cynical snow, on which only the penguins danced further and one ice bear, stood firm, at the other end of that reality. For the second step, he took the book of the slave Tristithea, who had translated it, she is passed away now, and given a tomb near the castle of Lhy, He takes from these writings, He surrenders the book, in exchange for a book with all the commandments, all the laws, all the rules, and all the descencies and burnt it, he set them all free, yet another skilled artwork, and that was the perhaps second gulf of unrest over the world, an entirely, unsavory, unrefreshing anarchy and liberty. A stinking and undesirable anarchy, as undesirable, as the doomed earth and diseased time which he lived in for such centuries, and eternity even, and which he now was a master of the key, a tree, which was there, actually on earth aerhaedea earth as its called, and you can feel free, to stand there and see, and he wants no money or generosity. He requires solely that you abandone your demons, and abandone the demons of the ages, for a refound joy and innocence, at long last not in the past, but ever gently meandering as a river, until it would be, an ocean, the size of many universes, and still unsettlingly determined to grow beyond that. By that time they would be able, if only through a small window, see everything or know anything. And ever so more an infinity more uselessness and decorative kind of reality would seep in. Even lost sentences, lost smiles, anything would be retrieved, for to the tree ghost, of bleak anguish a soul and temper he be, would consider any lost smile of a maiden, even then more mortal, and more lost, and more despaired, and more so frozen in hell an artwork, that needed not be restrained in time, but needed to be both in paintings and in reality, in flesh and in physical shape there be, as then in that time where he is alive this ghost of future and the tree ghost, be not resting, and not accepting any other notion above this notion, that every muse from paintings, one day will be perfectly created, real,and dealing with none poisons murders or mayhem; but that she, not as man crafted her in his twisted imagination, but as females, be keen on acting, presence, flair, charm, and all those underlying decorative features of females, of which a road from that to male, is certain death and indifference, the missing dreadfull haunts of that path, and the always illusive sword that none may ever find, is that sword called LOYALTY. It does not exist!! If any time you think of heaven, that it may or may not be, that doubt, rest assured that doubt be multiplied by infinity so that you DO KNOW what is at the other side of reality and infinity whichever is not the same. IT IS ONE SWORD CALLED LOYALTY. And it is NOT, on earth or will ever be crafted on other realms and lands of the earth and beyond. The ghost tree could have been very loyal to kings princes and politicians or principii alike, but, they made a farce, if even they beat and cut the trees to make them above by these rules as this tree was in this castle of lhy, then the one person who could have crafted the sword, would not craft it anymore FOR YOU? he could see, with some doubt, if people of passed ages indeed, would rekindle his desire or talents, and they shattered and broke, for the wielding in any fire of this sword of loyalty. Granted then, that he had more patience then any to have people find their balance and their own genius, but none had that amount of patience with him, who again i dare say, was the only one, who could ever craft that sword of Loyalty. Squandered empire of loyalty, it would all be so simple, but it was not and never to be. The ashes in which the sword of loyalty was forever in the other side of reality and impossible to be retrieved, The ashes Ephereeel HAD SWALLOWED, THE ASHES HE HAD SPAT OUT, AND OUT OF WHICH MAGICKALLY FLOCKED A WHITE PEACOCK TALE DOVE, that found its way to Ephereee. Who with it managed to live for three years, alone, by candle light, with an all perfectly classical decor and steampunk machines that could do anything modern machines could do. He lived in 2006 and saluted the flag the 6 of the 6th, its the only number he can remember. Because he has also, no memory, sometimes, people and history needs to trick him, to even make him remember he is alive, or in this amount of chaos and uncertainty which is reality and visual and perceptual identity, to have THIS much of an amazing ceu, and when, and how, and where it would lead, all determined, by unknown, subscounsciouss things, it crystalizes like metals or stones, but do you know the whole cave. The subcounsciouss is simply the piece you are of the whole, where it is whole in the imagination ether, or the direction which evolution chooses. And the direction it chooses for you in that whole. As a thought even this one, is never free, but delivered to you, for you to receive it without choice, and for you to be stuck with whatever gift of words or reality one gets. It is a very beautiful muse. SHE IS THE PAST. And what made you forget the past or the diligence and actual presence and motivation and visual demands and visual language of the past. WAS YOUR DOGMA OF A REALITY WE ABIDE TO?! THAT IS IT BUT THAT, and that is deu, to many a prophets, who were jealous, or sad, or weary, that MIRACLES COULD NOT EXIST?! and that is why your modern society and your thoughts look and think the way they do. IS NT THAT ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND STILL IT IS TREU!!! Your WORLD? is the SACRIFICE OF ALL, for something that you have invented, that is impossible. and for that impossible thing, because it was more beautiful then reality and you could never want reality if something was more beautiful then it even if you could n’t think further then that. YOU STILL ruined it with ridicule?? And THEN YOU SAy, dear ducks ravens or eagles, that I NOR YOU? ARE NOT ANGELS????? Your WORLD? is the SACRIFICE OF ALL, for something that you have invented, that is impossible. and for that impossible thing, because it was more beautiful then reality and you could never want reality if something was more beautiful then it even if you could n’t think further then that. YOU STILL ruined it with ridicule?? And THEN YOU SAy, dear ducks ravens or eagles, that I NOR YOU? ARE NOT ANGELS????? I have looked for something a long time, BUT SO HAVE YOU greatest deceit of accidence, would it be, that I OR YOU OR ALL OF US WOULD BE ALONE????? If next time you see an atheist, tell him to wear it off the whole spite, and advise him then ONLY, that with heaven to exist, he would have such a friend in that and maybe he will build a catehdral for a that friend none the less or sparkle up in the sky to write as yet for heaven a hymn or opera or chant as yet without some friendship and the curse of the friendship to a thought without that friendship and a dove i call a friendly gift to me THERE IS NO ART OR REALITY OR FUTURE a,d in the end if there was never a miracle proven even the christians would one day give up and destroy all the churches and kill themselves and write an atheist self destructive treatize on the hell of love i have been there And, if you want the MOTHER of inventions, MORE powerful even then an ACTUAL PULSATING LASER TO DELVE EVERY IMAGE OUT OF MIRRORS, which i indeed can do and can and WILL DO in reality. THAT IS HEAVEN, it is an ever more precise crystalizing machine which is underway. It is ever more precise as all biographical measurements of you and Julius Caeser and all biographies and all myths separately and collectively entangle and knit together. IT IS A SCREEN STILL, in THOUSANDS AND MILLIONS OF YEARS? where you will sit as you do now with or without wings guarded that all be beautiful by the heavens crown angels. OF WHICH I AM INDEED ONE. Steampunk, and the any wishes if only be fair and within realities utmost desire of future harmony then evolves, and IS!! EVOLVING THUS AS WE SPEAK. THE INTRODUCTION OUVERTURE now i HOPE i hereby provide you with CONTEXT THEN, YOU AND JUSTIN CAN THEN RETORT ONCE MORE TO THIS TREATIZE? HOPEFULLY WITH SOMETHING I PROBABLY HAD TO TEACH YOU, AND HOW MY RHETORICS WORKS I WOULD LOVE SOME NONSENSE FROM YOU. THE HOPE FOR ANYONE BUT THOSE RECKONED BY WATERHOUSE TO PROVIDE WORTHWHILE SMILES TO UNDERSTAND ME IS ILL FOUND AND HOPING YOU WOULD RESPOND WITH SOMETHING I COULD TEACH YOU IS CURRENTLY AND AT THIS POINT UNTHOUGHT OF OTHERWISE THEN HAVING FOUND SOME BAD AND SPOILT STUDENTS? MAKE AN ARMOR OF YOUR HEAD AND MIND, BY MEANS OF WHAT I TEACH YOU, TO OVERCOME THIS ENTIRE SHITFACE PUDDLE OF SIX OR SEVEN BILLION ASSBRAINS, IS WHAT I CAN UUUUUUSE SO ARM YOURSELF WITH ME AND THEN IF GENEROSITY IS FOUND AT ALL TOWARDS YOU NONE THE LESS AND AT YOUR MOST FORGIVING TEMPER NECESSARY CLEARLY, WE COULD ATTACK THE WORLD WITH NEODECADENTS, WHICH I COULD HAVE A USE FOR. NOW IF YOU DO NOT FULLY ABSORB UNBRIEF DICTATES OR THE SLIGHT OPPOSITE OF MY INFERIORITY COMPLEX WHICH I DO HAVE THEN I HAVE NO USE FOR YOU, AND FOR WHICH PEOPLE IF THEY DID NOT READ THROUGH THIS WHOLE MANIFEST AND TREATIZE NOOOOOOOOO ONE WILL HAVE A USE FOR!!!! NOW I CAN BID YOU A LOT OF GENIUS WHICH I WOULD HAVE NEVER PUSHED OUT WITH THIS ENTIRELY STUPID TIME OUT, I CAN GIVE THIS MOVEMENT AND BID IT A LOT OF GENIUS AND WOULD NOT TIME IT OUT OR BEAR WITHOUT SOME INTEREST AND CURIOSITY. BUT IF YOU DO READ CROWLEY THEN, THE VERY FEATHER TO OVERTHROW THE UNIVERSE OF WHICH HE SPOKE? IS AND CAN ONLY BE, MEEEEEEE AND BECAUSE OF THE FEATHER BEING NONE BUT TWO THINGS CURIOSITY, AND COMPASSION. THAT FOR YOUR INFORMATION AS A FEATHER, WHICH IS DEAD TWIRLING ACROSS THE SKY IS THE EQUIVALENNT OF THE NURTURING BRANCHES OF THE TREE AS CURIOSITY IN PHYSICAL AMOUNTS AAAAAND THE BLEEDING MELANCHOLY OF THE CUTS YOU MAKE IN IT? THAT STILL STAND UNWITTINGLY AND UNOFFENDED BY THE YOU OWNED EARTHLY AND VERY EGOTISTIC SELF IMPORTANCE THAT IS SHARED WITH YOUOUOUOUOUUR FIRST OR EVEN MINE POSSIBLE FLOCK. BUT NOT WITH MIIIIINE SAME DISCREDIT NEED I BE ALL MY KIND AND FELLOW TREES BE OFFENDED BY SUCH A DUCK OF AN INTELLIGENCE AS YOU ARE BUT MAYBE THE FEATHER TO OVERTHROW THE UNIVERSE WAS A RAVENS FEATHER PLUCKED FROM THE RAVEN BY A ACCIDENTALLY MISGUIDED DUCK. NOW THE TRAIT OF THIS WHOLE LAUZY SCRIPTURE I OFFER AGAIN MUST BE IMPLEMENTED AND LAUNCHED AT YOU TO WRAP THE CONTENT OF IT BETWEEN YOUR ILL WRAPPED SILKEN LIKE BALL OF BRAINFLESH FOR THIS REASON ONLY AND FOR THIS MORAL LAW THAT I JUST CONCOCTED FOR YOU WHICH IS OF COURSE NONSENSE IF YOU EXPECT OR COULD GET MERIT, DO NOT JUDGE OR KICK IF I SEEEEEEEE AND FEEEEEEEL AND HEAAAAR IN RETURN AND AS THE SECOND LAW OF THIS MORAL HOLY TABLET THAT YOU OFFER LIIIITLE MERIT BUT DISSAPROVAL AND ILL CONSTRUED PATRONIZATION WHICH I CAN PROVE AT LENGTH (if i can be unbrief at least, i mean if you or the world would permit me to be unbrief) THE DISCREPENCY OF YOURRRRRR WIT AND GENIUS THEREFORE? WITH YOUR OFFENSE TO ALL MY TREES AND ALL MY YOUNG MAIDENS I PLAN TO BUILD CASTLES AND LIBRARIES AND WHAT MAY AND FARMS ASSSSS BEAUTIFUL AS ANY AGE BEFORE 1914 THEN I WILL SCOFF YOU UNDER THE WORMS VERY VERBALLY AND AS KEEN ON VERBAL DIARRHEA AS I OFTEN TIMES ENCOUNTED WITH ALLLLL THE STRENGTH OF THOSE MAIDENS AND BEAUTIES AND HOPES AND FUTURES…. watch out here it comes VULNERABILITY AND FRAGILITY WHICH IS and this should convince INVENTIVE AT UNFORESEEN WAYS. thank you WHICH IS PROBABLY WHAT YOU STUMBLED UPON AND DESCRIBED IN SO MANY WAYS???? that i do NOT understand power or fame, is because in my manifest, i have already molten anarchism, property AND the so called fifteen minutes of fame and the brilliant line (context expected) ONE CAN ONLY OWN WHERE ONE WALKS, in which you and all others are trapped in a labyrinth, of which i master sooN. That that sentence apart of a very (expect context) BRILLIANT manifest is already sent to occult press to be part fo the bulk of the establishment THERE and did NOT reach YOU yet is probably because people don’t read books except from affiliates of me who are DEAD AND THUS CALM AND EQUALLY EXCEPTED ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE MORE MINISCULE THEN THE RATS as clearly i am treated like one sometimes also probably because people are, like me, entirely inclined to propose only THEIR OWN BOOKS, of which i am king in that respect too. that or soon on MY SITE i will then PUBLISH ANY WORK I CAN with HAND SETTED FONTS in MEDIEVAL RESTARTED AND REFURBISHED AND EXPANDED ATELIERS by (bear nonsense now) ANGELS and ask A THOUSAND EURO FOR EACH SUCH OF YOUR OWN AND ADMIRED BOOK WORKS, and pay you FIFTY Euro’s. THAT is my ECONOMY of which i very well and now HAVE TO CHALLANGE YOU TO A DUEL ALL THAT YOU SAID TO ME SO FAR AND ALL THAT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN BOTH IN CONJUNCTION NOW WHAT POSSIBLE CONTEXT AND CONTENT OF WORDS BROUGHT INTO POLARIZING ARMS WOULD WIN THIS CONTEST? the first LAW of ANARCHISM which i HOLD DEARLY, AND BECAUSE I AM IN A PSYCHIATRY WHERE IT IS PROVEN THAT FIRST LAW THAT STATES IT CAN NOT BE TRUSTED FOR PEOPLE TO CARE FOR OTHER PEOPLE BECAUSE THEIR LAWS AND REGULATIONS ARE COMPETELY IRRATIONAL, THEY MAKE SOCIETY USELESS AND IMPOSSIBLE, AND THEY DEFEND AND DOGMATICALLY ENSNARE AND STRANGLE WITH THE MOST AGONIZING SHARPNESS OF MOZART PLAYING VIOLIN STRINGS THE PRISONER, WHICH SHOULD AT ALL TIMES BE HIDDEN AND CONDEMNED UNDER A EITHER SILENT OR SPARSE IN ANY OTHER CASE PREORDAINED AND DISSPROVING MORAL JUDGEMENT WHICH I AM ACCUSTOMED TO YOUR STYLE ILL READ SOME MORE BIBLE MAYBE I CAN CONVERT YOU TO MORE APPROPRIATE WHIMSICALNESS AND A REPHRAINING TO YOUR TASTE OF USING A TIME OUT BUTTON AFTER YOU WROTE NO MORE THEN TWO DOZEN WORDS OF WHICH GOT ONE BIRDY, AND OF WHICH I CAN SOON OPEN THE COMPETITION HOW MANY BIRDIES I GET FROM SIX YEAR OLD VIRGINS. A LOT. YOU will get stuck on FIFTY LIKES WORLDWIDE I HAVE SOME HOPES AND ADMIRATION INVESTED IN ME ALWAYS WHERE THERE ARE KNOWN TO BE TODDLERS AND VIRGINS AND MAIDENS UNDER 26 OR SO YEARS OF AGE. if you are to bear children, it is hard to understand me, but those are very patient and naturally rather submissive to a good dialogue and UTTERLY attentive. I HAVE NOTICED where YOU DO NOT BEAR CHILDREN? IT IS NOTED, THAT YOU ALREADY UNDERSTAND MUCH MORE THEN YOU THINK, BUT YOUR SENSE IS CLOUDED BY YOUR EGO THAT SAYS? I DONT HAVE TO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HIM OR ANYONE as such is our doomed male nature which i am otherwise not apart of i am a transgender and NOT in any to furbish myself boobs or vagina I JUST LIVE WITH IT so yes i am COMPLETELY FEMALE I UNDERSTAND WOMAN FINE AND WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE PATERNALITY AND ANY RUDE BULLSHIT ON TOP OF “engaged and clearly despaired and possible rather help needing FRUSTRATED NONSENSE UNDER A REIGN OF IMMACULATE DAUGHTERS AND GODDESS IF THEY SO PLEASE TO CALL THEMSELEVS DAUGHTERS OR GODDESS MUSE ANGELS VAMPIRE CRUSADERS OR OTHERWISE OF WHICH YOUR GOOGLE BUBBLE DID NOTTTTT LET YOU KNOW AND WAS SLIGHTLY INCONSIDERATE AND TO YOUR GREAT SURPRISE NOW PERHAPS THAT ARE PLENTY OF WOMAN AND YOUNG LADIES WHO CALL THEMSELEVS GODESS ANGEL AND ELVES AND RESS ACCORDINGLY AND HAD AS ME CLEARLY AS TESTIFIED IN SAID AND HERE CONCERNING NONSENSE INCLUDED ENTIRELY AT THE END AND FOR YOU AND ANYONE TO CONSIDER OR RECONSIDER FAAAIR ENOUGH, OF RUDE AND DISSAPROVING POLIVIES OF ANY ACT OF CREATION? NAIVITE, OR ACT OF DEFIANCE AND ANARCHISM TO THIS INDUSTRIAL SOCIETY IN WHICH I MEAN TO SAVE THE ONES THAT ARE ACTUALLY ALIVE THAT YOU REBUKE YOUR OWN CHANCES AND YOUR OWN EFFORST TO BE BROUGHT TO LIFE OR HAVE LOST AND WITHERED IN ULTIMATE INHUMAN A SET OF ZOMBIFIED BODYPARTS LIKE THE PEOPLE I USUALLY OFFEND BY MEANS OF GREAT REVEILLE TO THEM OR ANOTHER SLIGHTLY (but i see that) SLIGHTLY I SAID? GENTLER AND MORE HOPEFULL KACKLING IDIOT. blessed be the sheep of the savior. I SAVIOR SO IT APPEARS? YOU THE SHEEP. OKAY? NOW IT IS KEEN TO UNDERSTAND, THAT MY CHILDISH AND SPOILT CLUMSY NONSENSE (let me help you making your language a little richer and your sentences longer) IS PART OF AN AMBY AND AN AMBITIOUS PLAN TO HAVE FIONA THE SCOTTISH CHILD GIRL VOICE SPEAK THIS MANIFEST FOR THREE BILLION FUCKING LIKES AMONG THEM ALL WOMAN UNDER 20 AND CHILDREN ALL UNDER SIXTEEN WHICH IS ONE BILLION YOUTUBE LIKES TO ME AND WHY? BECAUSE TO GET A FUTURE ON TRACK UNFORESEEN CLEARLY BY YOU OR TWO DAYS POLITICIANS WHO WILL AGAIN UNDO AND REDO MORE CHANGES THE OTHER PREVIOUS AND FUTURE TWO DAYS POLITICIANS CONCOCT. AND WHICH AMOUNTS WITH YOUR COMMENT TOOOOOO AAABSOLUTELY NOTHING. and of WHICH NOTHING AND FUTILITY OF YOUR SIXTY OR WHAT LIKES YOU WILL HAVE AS THE END RESULT AS MUCH AS ONE LIKE TO HAVE AS END RESULT IS MY VAMPIRIC AND LACK OF RESPECTA DIGNITY THAT ONE LIKE I ABSOLUTELY ENVY THAT I CAN EVEN LIVE WITH NO LIKES EVEN THAT IS ROMANTIC AS EVEN DEATH IS ROMANTIC AND MORE ROMANTIC THEN YOU THINK WITH YOUR NOTIONS TO MISCONSTREU AND MISCONCEIVE DEATH WITH AN OTHER THEN NOT NOTHING OR DARKNESS BUT ENTIRELY TRAAANSPARANT? AND SKILLFULL AND PROFICIENT PLAN FOR MANKIND WHICH AS I STATE HERE AND WILL FURTHER STATE THEN THE PROPHETS POETRY REALIZED EVEN THAT DEATH SHALL NO LONGER EXIST EVEN THAT LINE IS ENTIRELY AT MINE AND EVERLASTING DUTY TO EXPRESS AND INDEED AT MINE HUMBLE AND HUNGRY AND UNRELENTING…( as if i give a FUCK what everyone believes or rather, does NOT believe and made a WHOLY MISUNDERSTOOD system and view ON that very past and future. IT IS AGAIN, to use this word often, KEEN TO KNOW AND READ A FEW BOOKS, AND HAVE A BIT OF OPEN MINDEDNESS FOR THE FUTURE, WHICH MAKES A MAN A DESCENT PERSON OR WE BE SITTING ON OUR ASS SCRATCHING OUR ASS, AND BE FIT MAYBE OFFERING A SCULPTURE TO FIT IN A NEWLY ANTICIPATED CASTLE OF WHICH MY WILL AND ACCLAIMED REINVENTION OF SANCTITUDE IS THE ONLY WAY A CASTLE CAN EVER BE BUILT AGAIN IN DIGNITY AND WITH THE PLEASURE AND DEU TALENTS RECOGNIZED OF HEREIN AND WITH NONSENSE DEFENDED ARTISTS and i have to say again for which YOU do NOT CARE. I hope this text gives you requested context, it got a bit polemical in my entirely unusual way and clearly also my heart is still open for you, which regrettably is not alway the case when people find me on their path to be returned a favor, or perhaps that i still open my heart to anyone is INCONCEIVABLE, but not withstanding a pretty maidens smile, its always a complete whitewash of all things you had been thinking FOR MYSELF, a ladies smile is all it took to get me a new bit of courage to explain myself, AGAIN. Now i hope i provide you with some context, i have thousands of pages of this nonsense. including very visual designs for the future in my head all perfectly conceived. FOR WHICH YOU IN YOUR AUTISM DO NOT CARE but how about it. I CAN PERSONALLY SAY THOUGH? that YOUR TRUMPIAN DICHTOMOIES OF WHOM ARE ON THE SAME HEIGHT SITUATED AND YOU SITTING ABOUT ON THE SAME HEIGHT OF TRUMP I DO NOT REALLY SEE WHAT FAME AND POWER IS ABOUT BUT THIS THEN THAT YOU AND YOU SEVEN BILLION OTHER SNOT NOSES WILL SEE ME TALK TO TRUMP AND BUILD HIM AT LEAST A MORE SKILLFULL ARTISTIC AND BEFIT TOILET SOMETHING ENTIRELY WITH TASTE THIS TIME AND THEN I LEAVE THE DEMOCRACY ONE DAY TO DECIDE FOR ITSELF WHAT COMES OF THE FUTURE I WILL BUILD YOU A NEW TOILET TOO YOU NEED ONE THAT AS FAR, IS WHAT I THINK OF DEMOCRACY AND INTERVENTION OR IMPORTANCE IN ANY WAY I COME FROM SOME DUMBASS BUSINESSMAN STEPFATHER WHO SAID HIS TOILET WAS HIS THRONE AND HIS THRONE WAS HIS TOILET I HAVE BEEN RUBBED DEEPER SHIT IN MY FACE THEN YOU EVER CAN AT THE MODEST AGE OF 8 EVEN AND I STILL DID NT GIVE UP HOPE NOT IN CHRIST SATAN THE SPAGHETTI MONSTER OR THE PROSPEROUS FUTURE BY THAT WHICH YOU CAN NOT SEE OR I WILL HAVE TO XEROX YOUR FACE ONTO IT AS OFTEN AS BLACK METAL ZEROXES THEIR ALBUM PICTURES TO LOOK GOOD ON THEM. Where you said then that that was nonsense, i raise the stakes with this ABSOLUTE NONSENSE where also people have laughed at me being MODERATLY CRAZY, i think you will find me easily ABSOLUTELY CRAZY a thing of which should ONCE leave, A TERRIBLE IMPRESSION OF CHURCHES SCATTERED AND OF WHICH CRUSIFICTIONS AND MARTYRDOMS IS SCARY YES BUT NOT ALIEN TO ME i did NOT manage to make it BRIEF, but to actually EXPLAIN you THE STAKES, i had to delve somewhat back of more UTTERENCES THAT HAVE SEEN MET WITH THE YOURS DULY COMPLETE DISREGARD AND BLATANTY INCONSTENT INSPIRATIONS ON OTHER PEOPLES PARTS from the hopefull you mean to say something which is unclear which you did not stimulate from the i don&apost understand it to the conclusion it must be nonsense and the entire gulag and AD OPPRIMENDUM of twenty four more hours in jail, which instilled this delicious silence then. (i forgot all my or most my Latin i ever had done with to make room for IDEAS, EXCUSE ME AGAIN FOR SPELLING AND LACK OF COHESION AND GOOGLING CUTER WORDS OR LATIN AS UNBEFIT I DO AGREE.) Now again Here in this introduction then i STATE, i COULD appeal to you the consequences of atheism perhaps, in some massive book volumes, and drive you totally insane and paranoid and in fear with the indescrepancies of the paradox of it. I COULD WRITE A NICE BUT ENTIRELY NOT ANY WORTHWHILE ART DELIVERY OF THE SPAGHETTI MONSTER A BOOK. IT WOULD BE JUST AS A BIG A FRAUD AS SCIENTOLOGY OR PSYCHIATRY ITSELF WHICH ALSO POLARIZED IN THIS AS I CALLED IT IN MY NONSENSE ITEM WHICH YOU STUMBLED ON? OR RATHER STUBMLED INTO "UNWORTHY TIME." I COULD APPEAL TO YOU WITH MANY THINGS BUT I HAVE CHOSEN TO COME OUT WITH THIS NONSENSE ENTIRELY A NEW ANGLE ON REALITY FOOOOR A VERY GOOD REASON and all of which is NOT so recognizable by you; BUT WHICH SHOULD AND WILL WIN THE GAME of course your current jellybellying into ordinary jokes and presumptions has you think WITH SEVEN BILLION YOU ARE POPULAR OR IN ANY WAY KEEN TO MAKE MY AQCUINTENCE IRRELEVANT AND FUTILE. of which AGAIN, MANY have done so, and of which, and i sau this a second time in all my thousands of pages i have written. TO BE THY GEUST IS MY PREMISE of what you could HOPE TO SEE IN ME As Nietzsche said, not so joyous at others misfortunes i am NOT no. You may be my vulture, you may be my Nietzsche if you so choose YOU ARE NOT A CRANE BIRD. Now will you go from one to number three in steps of recognition of truth reading this UNBRIEF OPEN LETTER TO YOUR MOVEMENT and consider yourself an intelligent person? or will you remain to be a dumbass. VIOLANTLY OPPOSED, RIDICULED,, ACCEPTED AS SELF EVIDENT THREE STEPS you may marvel at my already grave and phenomenal constellation of SIMPLE DOTS OF WHICH YOU APPARENTLY CALL ALL NONSENSE whereas your DOT is maybe a somewhere lost stamp size of Van Goghs art but of which i have the rest of the repertoire in my possession. NOW THE RICH are MAKING A LOT OF MONEY TO BUILD ME AND PURCHASE MY CITIES AMONG WHICH TO EACH CULTURE ONE NEW CAPITAL IN WHICH PLEBEIAN UNGRATEFULL AND UNMINDING UNCARING AND PREMATURALY BUT HOPEFULLY STILL TO BE CONVERTED SCUM LIKE YOURSELF MAY TAKE RESIDENCE these cultures are about 26 or so i reckon of which united states or AMNEHERHEA CAPITAL rather i have already composed myself which has THREE EIFFEL TOWER SCULPTURES TALL SCULPTURES OF WAR, ONE, MELACHOLY TWO, AND HUMILITY THREE of which last one i can and am but unfortunatly can not for the good purpose of reason and duty not attain as you can clearly find out IT WOULD SUIT ANYONE AND YOU MAYEB AS THE FIRST ONE, TO STOP PISSING IN MY SKULL TO ALERT THE RICH THAT MY IDEAS ARE WORTHWHILE INVESTMENTS AND NOT SOME DELIRIOUS JOKER CARDS OF WHICH IN THE PLAYING DECK ARE NOT PLAYED AT ALL Maybe i should invent a game of cards WITH THE HOKER IN IT THEN MAYBE IF YOU UNDERSTAND OR WOULD PREMATURALY DISCARD MY NONSENSICAL GAME AS TO HAVE TO REMAIN BRIEF because i love the United states then, and SOME of which for which it stands then i will centee the whole city around a copy of Thorcaldsen amor and psyche as an ode to romantic born nations. THAT I HAVE MARRIED AS A PRIEST, IF YOU WERE SO PATIENT ENOUGH TO LET ME EXPLAIN WHICH IS TERRIBLY INGENIOUS BUT VERY UNDERRATED AND AT LAST AGAIN DISCARDE WITH ALL OTHER THOUSANDS OF IDEAS AND OF WHICH GETS A LITTLE FRUSTRATING AS YOU SO NOTED. THE CORE CHORAL to topple the worlds governments with a serial of intelligent treats is clearly not a very high bar to consider what YOU would say to Donalt Trump or Putin or China or anyone CONSIDER what you say to me that you said that to Trump or Putin now HOW DO I THEN? adress trump or putin. AND HOW WILL YOU BE SIGNIFICANT A CONTRIBUTION when i adress trump or putin. THATS what you should bear in mind divide and conquer, you are definatly all divided. which is perfectly well for my own ambitions. now i have made work of marvels and described many treat of which you INDIVIDUALLY have as your neodecadent movement and which COULD flurish BUT KNOW THAT YOU ARE STAGNANTING WITH THE WHOLE WORLD and it is THIS LETTER which may or MAY NOT MAKE YOU IMMORTAL which you did not perceive in the ARCANE SYMBOLIST way which is as you would try to imagine please, apart from your utterences among seven billion my own proposal for TWOTHOUSAND MORE YEARS OF FUTURE at which point you can stake your claim in that but of which do not exist without me now i leave it to your own intelligence then if you want to be an intellectual of the small seazon to which politicians cater or if you want to delve into something bigger. now TO HAVE YOU, as another putin, or another trump, as there are seven billion of those LEAVES YOU to wonder what is BELOW it leaves YOU to wonder WHAT IS BELOW ME now i don&apost think you should trust google bubbles of which we are all part of i don&apost say i trust my own but do consider when i probe into other bubbles that i am part of an about to crash into the mainstream SIGNIFICANT underground species of MILLIONS of which you see some things but certainly like the mainstream media clearly at what it depicts and tries to explore, you don&apost see or look or regard for very MUCH of it you don&apost KNOW US, you don&apost SEE US, you don&apost EXPECT US to quote anonymous. but the crash of the peak, is just a little nudge and i&aposm about to nudge it and then i&aposm prepared to gleu all of society back together AT MY OWN WHIM which i have endeavored and which awaits your approval I WILL BREAK SOCIETY, AND I WILL THEN GLEU THE POT BACK TOGETHER that as far as jews is conserned, IS EXACTLY AS THEIR PROPHECY FORETOLD AND I HAVE SAID, REGARDLESS OF ANYTHING ANYONE EVER SAID TO ME ONE TO ME HOLY AND VERY HONOUST AND WORTHY THING I AM HERE TO FULFILL ALL PROPHETS POETS DREAMS INCLUDED EVEN THAT ALL GENIUSES WHOS GENES ARE NOW IN THEIR TOMBS MOMENTARILY SLEEPING THAT I WILL REAWAKE AND PUT IN MY SCHOOL OF THE SPIRIT IN SIC YEARS YOU CAN SHAKE HANDS WITH HUYSMANS THEN BECAUSE YOU REALLY CAUGHT ME AT MY STUPIDEST MOMENT I CREDIT YOU CAN SHAKE HIS HAND BEFORE ME EVEN THATS EASY FOR ME TO SEE AND DO REALIZE POEMS PROPHETS WISHES AND DREAMS FOR YOU TO BELIEVE OR SEE, THAT I CAN DO THAT AS YOU HAVE NOT UNDERSTOOD ME BEFORE IT IS ENTIRELY UNCLEAR IF YOU MEAN TO DISCARD ME AGAIN FOR TWENTY FOUR HOURS AND CALL WHAT IS UNCLEAR NONSENSE AND CALL WHAT IS CLEAR RO YOURSELF AND SEVEN BILLION SNOT NOSES ALONE APPETIZING OR AT ALL WORTHWHILE OR EVEN FIT TO SURVIVE FOR A FEW MORE MINUTES IF YOU HAD OR RETREIVE YOUR CURIOSITY FOR THE WORLD AND FOR MY WORK THEN YOU MIGHT NOT AGAIN JAIL ME FOR WHAT YOU FIRST DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND CONSEQUENTLY THEN HAD LABELED NONSENSE THAT SHOULD BE BRIEF. ----- Forwarded Message ----- From: Elvin King <anaehtheana@yahoo.com> To: Dieter De Grave <dieter.de.grave@emmaus.be>; emma.marant@emmaus.be <emma.marant@emmaus.be> Sent: Wednesday, April 16, 2025 at 05:31:27 AM GMT+2 Subject: Fw the end the beautiful silence brooding on doom and mayhem, because of a time out, this silence of the storm, does n&apost it squeel like old pigs on impalers. you made a mistake, you could have given me the benefit of the doubt. I hope i cleared up our issue in the whole unbrief letter to this movement i expect you and justin to read it iN FULL and PROVE IT, AND DO THIS PROVING IN FORM OF A KIND OR CONSTRUCTIVE REPLY. or what i think of you will also be very clear. this democracy of Babylon has IN YOU ALL AND IN ME, TOO BEAUTIFUL A CHANCE TO SUCCEED AND BRING A LOT OF ART AND PROVOCATION ADN SUBVERSION TO THIS WORLD. I HOPE you agree and we resume the course of our poetic prowesses.individually AND OR COLLECTIVELY now what you may or may not understand is that you and we are all part of seven billion politicians about to die what YOU DONT understand then, is that that babylon of democracy has ONLY FUTURE? IF YOU CALL THE FUTURE WHICH IS ME WHICH I NEVER WNATED I COVER MY ASS IN BEING AS DISPICKABLE TO EVERYONE BEFORE HAND BUT I HAVE TO SAVE YOU YES IF YOU CALL ME OUT FOR A DREAMER, YOU ARE ROT AND IRRELEVANT. now if YOU can read BOOKS you can read this "open letter to the neodecadent movement". YOU WILL find out what i think of you if you DO NOT READ INTEGRAL THIS LETTER... SOMEHOW!!! YOU WILL FIND OUT I SWEAR TO GOD AND MAYBE THAT MY FUTURE MINIONS HAVE TO PHYSICALLY COME BASH IT ONTO YOUR FACE. which not be painfull or demeaning or powertripping BUT IT WILL BE APROPRIAITE and AGAIN if you DO read it then I FOUND MY PLACE HERE now I HOPE, i have myself CLEAR NOW WHAT THIS WAS ABOUT refuting SO SOON that what you DID NT UNDERSTAND WAS NONSENSE MY EVEN INTELLIGENT PEOPLE MAKE QUITE SAVORY MISTAKES THEN YOU INSPIRED ME I WAS PRETTY FLABBERGHASTED WITH STUPIDITY IN REPEAT FOR A WHILE YOU MADE ME FIND MYSELF AGAIN. now your all in your own peception squeeling indignation or refutes or inconsiderate reactions and ignorant wise cracks may all be that. IF YOU ARE HUMAN, I WILL GET OUT OF YOU, AND I WILL GET YOU OUT OF THE VERNEER OF YOUR DESPAIR OF ALWAYS GOING WITH THIS VERY TIME THE END THE END THE END THE END THE END THE END HAHAHAHAAH THE END THE END THE END AND MORE LACK OF DREAMS AND SPITTING AND WHAT MAY BEAN COMES FOR HIS PAY AS THE DUTCH SAY I COULD if i was that rhetorical expertise write A WHOLE BIBLE CENTERING ME AS CHRIST AND YOUD BELIEVE IT I COULD WRITE ME AS SATAN I COULD WRITE ME AS A VAMPIRE but maybe it would be easyer BUT I HAVE OTHER PRIORITIES AND MORE VALUABLE OPTIONS TO EXPLORE OF WHICH YOU MAY ALLOW ME TO UTTER HERE it is after ALL my fame and restoration of an ENTIRE PLANET WHICH I HAVE WRITTEN KEEN FOR YOU THAT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THAT EVOLUTION OF ALL RELIGION AND IMAGINATION WAS INDEED DIALECTIC THAT YOU DID NOT KNOW HOW A BEE FOUND THE FLOWER AS THAT RADAR WOULD BE THE IMAGINATION OF MANKIND THAT IS MY METAPHYSICS AND IF I SAVE THE PLANET I WILL BE AND YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM? CHRIST, BY DEFAULT, THE VERY CLOSEST THING YUOLL EVER GET SATAN, BY DEFAULT? THE CLOSEST THING YOU WILL EVER GET AND A VAMPIRE? BY DEFAULT? THE CLOSEST THING YOU WILL EVER GET BECAUSE EVEN THE REMOTEST AND MOST UNKNOWN FICTIONS PASSED OR PRESENT SPEAK TO AND ABOUT ME SO YOU MAY GEUSS MY NAME AND GEUSS WHAT I MEANT WITH WHAT YOU HAD SENTENCED ME TO DISCORD PRISON FOR AGAIN. Okay now we come to a point you will actually be able to UNDERSTAND and SEE what i&aposm saying because here i am truly strangling your arguments dear mother and psychiatrist and psychologist. MAYBE you can speak WITH ME now in stead of leaving me godmotherly Alone with everything. YOU as i see my mothers eagerness to laugh and smile and be jolly with you as you all are to eachother are a NICE bunch but you don&apost beat me and here is it well projected, THE BABYLON OF DEMOCRAXY which you all are, and which I AM DEVESTATING? WHICH IS YOURRRRRRR LACK OF RECOGNITION FOR ME NOW you can modertaly start to tickle me in more positive ways, OR i will FOREVER VANISH SOON? along with my stack of underaged girls i have around here, WHICH INDEED IN FIVE YEARS STILL SOME OF THEM WANT TO HAVE BABIES WITH A FUTURE, AND OF WHICH I LACK POTENCY AND MY ABILITY TO LOVE AND BE ENTIRELY MONOGAMOUS IS SERIOUSLY WANING THESE DAYS, BUT OF WHICH COULD STILL BE A MORE VALUABLE FRIENDSHIP AND CONVERSATION PARTNER IN ANY CASE WHEN THEY ARE TWENTY. LEARN TO SPEAK? DONT START CRYING? DENYING? BELITTLING? BEMOANING? SQUEELING LAUGHING ETC EMBRAAACE A VICTORIAN EXPRESSION!!!! the REASON you should NOT tell me to think a bit less, as YOU were born ALSO in the way that you are with a lot LESS thoughts and a LOT LESS DISTINGUISHED AND RELEVANT THOUGHTS? is because i even listen with great interest and patience TO BABIES CRYING. I WILL EVEN NOT BEMOAN THEM WHEN THEY PULL MY HAIR VIOLANTLY, BUT GENTLY PULL MY HAIR BACK OUT OF THEIR HAND AND SMILE AT THEM, A THING OF WHICH THEN LATER, YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF TO A PULP BECAUSE I DID NT TEACH YOU THAT HURTING OTHERS WAS NOT KEEN. I DO NOT TEACH YOU ANYTHING, I LISTEN, I BUILD AND CONSTRUCT ANYTHING YOU OFFER WORTHY OF CONSTRUCTION AND OF WHICH I HAVE SOME IDEAS OF MY OWN. NOW THAT YOU LAUGH AT MY EXPENCE OR RESENT ME OR NOT UNDERSTAND ME IS INDEED THE BABYLON OF DEMOCRACY, WHICH IS SINKING IN THE MUD, A PIT OF TROPHONIUS, OF WHICH HE WHO COMES BACK FROM IT, CAN NEVER LAUGH AGAIN. IF THERE IS ANY MYTH EVER WRITTEN OR CONSIDERED, I WILL HAVE, AS EGYPT CONSIDERED IT, LEGIONS OF GODS THAT I CALL, AS ALL HUMANS WAS PULLING MY GREY HAIR? AND I ASK YOU? DO YOU WANT TO BE A FELLOW GOD, OR DO YOU WANT ME WITH MY FELLOW GODS ON YOUR DOORSTEP, WHEREVER THE FUCK ON THIS PLANET YOU ARE? AAAAAAAAND ASK YOU AGAIN POLITELY, IF YOU WANT TO BECOME A GOD. AND THAT MEANS? ACT DIGNIFIED AND WITH UNDERSTANDING AND BENEVOLENCE. NO WHORES NO DEATHWISHES NO FARTS ARE MORE SIGNIFICANT THEN ME AND SOCIETY NOOOOOONE OF ITTTTTT new introduction Okay now we come to a point you will actually be able to UNDERSTAND and SEE what i&aposm saying because here i am truly strangling your arguments dear mother and psychiatrist and psychologist. MAYBE you can speak WITH ME now in stead of leaving me godmotherly Alone with everything. YOU as i see my mothers eagerness to laugh and smile and be jolly with you as you all are to eachother are a NICE bunch but you don&apost beat me and here is it well projected, THE BABYLON OF DEMOCRAXY which you all are, and which I AM DEVESTATING? WHICH IS YOURRRRRRR LACK OF RECOGNITION FOR ME summary of my NAME i will be making ANOTHER PASSPORT WITH THIS NAME SOON ON IT WILL ALSO be my RELIGION, which is the dogmatics of JEAN DELVILLE TO ART, that it does n’t bear naturalism, soaps, realism, amateur or landscape, etc, MYTH, all the rest after him and magickal realism except the perfume was DECAY, which only black metal, dungeon synth and martial industrial made an answer and proper provocation to a decay society upon. now you can kindly be invited to read this unbrief letter in its entirety the OPEN LETTER TO THE NEODECADENT MOVEMENT I am trying to be in the clear with my own genius of which definatly exists in rhis era of which is the most emancipated hysterical hogwash spewers canundrum. Now i can be entirely insignicent, which is definatly a feeling not alien to me. Or i can move over it. But at no point would you need to scoff me here again for keeping my nonsense brief. YOU WILL REPLY, and PROVE THAT YOU READ IT IN FULL, which allows me to savor something you wrote, and JUSTIN ALSO will reply and so i can savor something he wrote in return to me, that OR you are mosquito&aposs, which i as a teen caught in full flight and burnt with my lighter, or in your case and my current moral presence, leave behind and look for other places. I have so much lack of assertivity now, i even go look for a sewer if there are friendly rats at least. IF YOU DO REPLY, I HAVE FOUND MY SPOT. IF you don&apost, no hard feelings, every curator has a genius he does n&apost like. THERE IS NOTHING OR NO GENIUS OR ACT OF ART OR NAIVITE I DONT LIKE, EXCEPT FOR A TIME WHOS END HAS COME. And THAT, is what i written in a mythology and manifest of some hundred pages. THank you for taking that into account. Now you could also just BOTH reply with the lack of inspiration known as statinG. "NICELY PENNED, BRAVO" in which case i&aposm already in for a treat, in ANNY OTHER CASE, i will disregard this forum and any affiliates forever, and consider you to be SHIT, because if you would not compliment me as a downtrodden creator of literary as visual gems in a time entirely insensual to understand it. I HAVE MET PEOPLE WHO SAT THERE LIKE SHIT BEFORE. AND I HAVE ALREADY ENDURED ITS SEVEN BILLION HEADED GUARD BEFORE MY RIGHT TO EXIST BEFORE. As someone who sat his bed with used condoms and periodical bandages and asked, "are you not open for this to be art." I ALSO HAVE A RIGHT TO EXIST. that you would be mistaken for unaccepting my otherwise humble and considerably inventive person. Is akin to calling that art and throwing away history, its your snuggling up to the deadened howls and screams of a dying time. At the time the world found out that the earth revolved around the sun we can say, he was burnt Sir Giordano Bruno, that did not scream but resented the fire that consumed him. In that vein i am also very aggressive against this society and its defenders, which is fire that consumes me. WHAT I ENVISION and which was n&apost included in my previous attempts at barging through society is a very autarkik solution of vast ecological proportions for EVERY district EVERY city EVERY SUBURB etc, which makes Huysmans Esseintes house a VISION and CAPSULE of anyones future, and even a place for sculptors and painters and candle light lit spacecrafts, of who&aposm all know are stuck in your modern science rituals. THIS IS ADAMENT AND NECESSARY DEU TO THE OTHERWISE TO OBLIVION OF ALL COUNSCIOUSS EXPANDING STRUCTURE EATING THE ECOLOGY. please understand that then and realize this is what my work and all previous and possibly future agrevation is all about. ALSO ONE MORE THING the KEY word, is to say, I AM RESPONSABLE FOR EVERYTHING, thats a line i said, and i would like for some other people to say. THEN we would see to the OPPOSITE OF, i am futile, and this world is shit and going to hell. Otherwise known as the NECESSARY CULMINATION of the line in network. I AM MAD AS HELL AND IM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE. Now its not fair if i give a line that would dearly move someone, that i should be subjected to blatant flatulance of a condescending remark like &aposits too expencive" or "you&aposll never get anywhere" these are in fact the oblivious rhetorics which hold you from SEEING ME in the FIRST PLACE. Yes I accuse modernism of being DOGMA AND RELIGION. as certainly bands who once called for revolution and do that for fourty years now still making shows and albums are DOGMA AND RELIGION AND NO FLUFF. If i STATE that, its NOT hollow rebuke, its A CALL TO ACTION. now otherwise too my rant might be misunderstood deu to me being prosecuted by which is consider along with Australia the biggest middle class society in the world; I admit that in other countries there are more downtrodden and eclecticly frowned upon societies so a clear assault may seem suspicious to you. But as Villiers de l&aposISle adam was going, the last thing we need is middle class. Aristocracy, or i&aposd be a realist rather then middle class, with sympathy for the sufferings of the worker, which is totally outdated now (outside the fact that BESIDES the only GOOD book in modernism THE PERFUME, there could also be a SECOND good book about bezos factories and a THIRD good book about factory workers in China sowing a cry for help into the labels of childrens stuffies, not withstanding then that that says a lot about the hypocrisy of self indulgent and insignicant emancipation of individuals books and horror books or unsinspired or unrelevant fantasy books and other such bullshit of which i have no nor want to be part in, it would also speak of YOUR hypocrisy without being solidified with my own content.). Naturalism too is totally outdated now as Soaps completely &aposcivilized&apos the medium. WHat i propose then after civilization of the past 200 years (and a lot of babboons manipulating the middle class into an entirely different category of hate then my own) is an ARISTOCRATIZATION. Of which i certainly invite you to be apart of. So i stretch my hand out to you more or less. What I can and will say is this, if i put a toilet on a pedestal and title it VENUS, some of you here should understand that that would be worth? MILLIONS, and why? Because of my up to date rhetorics totally indiscriminate of the other peoples democratic babylon of art, civilization and rhetorics, debilitating responses and underground squeels. Of which your movement now may still choose to be part of or not with this text. As i would like to state with my beloved passed on aunt that was passionate and very artistic, as she cried it out with extracy and rage too, "they are going to make it" or what was said by a fifteen year old as she spoke directly to me in a poem. &aposall your ideas make perfect sense to me, we need more art in this world and you are the one to do it, i wish to be by your side forever and hope your plans for this world fulfill you with pleasure." THAT would be a better idea then, "you will not get anywhere" or "i don&apost understand you but i consider what i don&apost understand nonsense that should better be brief. I was also referring tot he woke movement and Ad Hominem assaults of CIVIL people who have indeed NO TALENT OR PASSION as they trod on PICASSO, misogynist LEWIS CARROL, pedophile RUBENS, pedophile RUSKIN, pedophile SCHIELE, pedophile NIETZSCHE, incel CROWLEY someone who could n&apost make justice treu in his own life, SAde pedophile Foucault pedophile, Gaugain, pedophile. ETC ETC ETC EEEEVERYONE. consequently then this abberent precocupation with social and hysterical things leaves out any solid lyrics of which you have dearly testified of. Now for a LAST hollow rebuke, you may find also online of me a black metal paraphrasing, they said i spit on the cross i vomit on the holy bible, i piss on the blasphed whore, and shit the whore,and his bastard son, something like that, i made of it, i spit on the economy, i shit, on the skyscrapers, i piss, on the common people, and i shit, on the ordinary folk, and their modest dreams. THAT is my HOLLOW CREED if you will. Emancipate from this hollow creed or not whatever you must do you will do. Now you MIGHT NOT KNOW IT in your personal self disregard and subsequent disregard of others BUT I AM deu to my secludedness in all this DID THREE THINGS TO first of all ENVIED for my intelligence, even already for my looks, small and ordinary people see me, tall, broad shouldered, handsome, and they look at me angry in restraunts, scoff me, ask who i am with disgusted faces, etc. Now i&aposm getting old i&aposm not so clean anymore. THEY DO ANOTHER THING underestimate me, say i will never get anywhere, piss on me, ridicule me (which has me also the nice book title that no one understands "frozen in ridicule and irony" THE THIRD THING PEOPLE DO, is being completely oblivious of any form of communication whatsover. THIS as Burzum said, has practically turned me not into a satanist but into a vampire, not BECAUSE I AM ONE?! BUT BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO BE ONE.Now the state of the world can BE, SEVEN BILLION MINIMALIST CUBES ALL BOMBED TO SHIT AND A TOTALLY INEXISTENT ECOLOGY AND SEVEN BILLION CARCASSES IN IT; or we can kickstart society with a heart defribilator, in which case the strock exchange will not boost stupid stock names, but OUR WISHES FOR A BETTER WORLD AND MY PLANS ETC, apart of which IS, the roorseveld air deck ship, bringing SEVEN MILLION ROSES to ANTWERP BELGIUM OTHERWISE KNOWN AS ANAEHTHEANA OR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CITY ON EARTH OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE NAME OF THE BRAVEST ANGEL SENT OUT FROM BELOW HELL, THAT is a hollywood movie, because EVERYONE, will get tired of actors and spouting irony on all these channels here and everywhere EVENTUALLY? and then this entirely original and pro art of war and art of arms and art of HOLDING an actual notion of defence is AT MY WHIM. My time will come. As much i implore you to understand me, i will not give up. I CAN NOT GIVE UP. THE FUTURE OF MY FAILURE IS THE DEATH AND EXTINCTION OF ALL BENEVOLENCE, AND THE DEATH AND EXTINCTION OF THE IMMORTALITY OF POETS OF WHICH ALL PASSED POETS WERE KEEN ON. WHen i DIE, the universe will be COMPLETE AND UTTER DARKNESS. So as far as my rants go. A time out can inspire me, you can block me, but i will come back around from some other corner eventually EVEN IF I HAVE TO USE THE OTHER END OF SOCIETY, say, CNN or COMEDY CENTRAL, if i&aposm inspired enough to have my talkshow with candle light, my own attire which looks like the one from Edward Scziorrhands and my banners which i make for vampires angels of christianity neomedievalism worldwide and elves of who&aposm are somewhere studying elvin language which i would build a senate for. WHICH WOULD BE MORE PRETTY THEN PASSED OR PRESENT SENATES OF GOVERNMENT. And this all makes me, a neo decadent, a neosymbolist, yes even AN ARCANE SYMBOLIST, as i would like to emancipate the word while you were not listening (again) and yes also a HYPERDECADENT, which way superscedes any neodecadent notion you ever had so far. JOIN THE CLUB, BE INSPIRED, WRITE A BOOK. OR BID ME A LENGHTY AND FRIENDLY GOODBYE. of which can&apost exist, as it would be cynical IN EVERY CASE. i have no soul, i did EVERYTHING? FOR THE ONES WHO WERE LAUGHING AT ME. and they did n&apost want me, in the loneliness of their seven billion large little bedroom of uglyness shagging, and was then in the end only legion with some beauties and most trodden angels, and then they said after they laughed and ridiculed me &aposwhat is your world to me, there is nothing in it for me." no my world in advance, is for accomplices which i WELCOME, AS YOU HAVE SHAT ON MY WELCOMING WORDS, AND PUT A CARPET BEFORE SOCIETIES DOOR SAYING, &aposI ONLY REPEAT WHAT THE SOCIAL CONSENSUS IS, MASSIVE AND INFINATE DEFICIT AND NOTHING ELSE." ----- Forwarded Message ----- From: Elvin King <anaehtheana@yahoo.com> To: Dieter De Grave <dieter.de.grave@emmaus.be>; Leen Bolsens <bolsensleen@ymail.com>; emma.marant@emmaus.be <emma.marant@emmaus.be>; Ekaterini Kaloudis <ekaterini.kaloudis@gmail.com>; Naomi Bidee <naomi-bidee@hotmail.com>; Kelly Verhaegen <kelly.verhaegen@emmaus.be>; Sarah Boddewyn <sarah.boddewyn@emmaus.be>; Steve Mehallo <flommkorrespondenz@gmail.com>; Atlas 2 <pzd.atlas2@emmaus.be>; Rebecca Campbell <rebcam0616@gmail.com>; Jimmyvl <jimmyvl@live.be>; Marko Davidovic <davidoffart@yahoo.com>; Maïlys Van De Put <mailys83@yahoo.com>; Tim Begg <tim.begg2@gmail.com>; Allegorya de la Fae <10.13.1307ad@gmail.com>; Frans Vandendriessche <frans.vandendriessche@telenet.be>; Jade Rose <jadepr77@gmail.com>; Morell <legolastm@seznam.cz>; Wishing Esoteric <wishingesoteric@gmail.com>; Lindsey Heselmans <cornflakegirl1985@hotmail.com>; Yury Arkadin <yarkadin02@hotmail.com>; Marko Davidovic <davidov.m@gmail.com>; Frans Vandendriessche <frans.vandendriessche@emmaus.be>; Rig D. <schaufensterpupen@yahoo.com>; Sophia Aurorae <shadow.aeclipse@gmail.com>; Lisa Van Elslander <aquagirlbelgium@gmail.com>; Lou Hamdaoui <lou.hamdaoui@oggpa.be> Sent: Wednesday, April 16, 2025 at 01:43:17 AM GMT+2 Subject: OPEN LETTER TO NEO DECADENT MOVEMENT THE END, this one you can read it has everything. "Now the first time you gave me a time out, you tickled me, but you said sorry so i was quite honoured by that, and relatively amused. The second time you gave me a time out you aggrevated me gently and gave me a serious blow to what i find meaningful, i would like to rebut however that there can be any need for an end to a hollow rebuke to a hysterical progress like we live in. But it was perhaps without my most valid points so hollow rebuke would be the only compliment i could deserve out of that. BUT NOW, i want you to work with me and REPLY to me on any possible CONTENT you find in this included text. IF NOT, again, i regard this discourse you have going here entirely futile and outdated. Rebels without causes we heard that all before, so you either embrace me, and move on, or you criticize everything, and trod on every consideration of meaning, which brings us not one step further from when it started, that is, twohundred years ago; where me myself begin all over again, i&aposm sure not going to be the anticlimax from this stillborn child of individualism like you apparently are, or what your seeming aproach to the underground provocations is, entirely analytical, and entirely uninspired, maybe i could use some of your backrgound on things, maybe you could use some of my ill founded inspiration and passion, maybe we can work things out, maybe not, but i want communication here now.." NOW i have showed you some dozen or so posters and sculptures of mine of sublime idealism which you neglect to like or love, maybe because smileys don&apost apply so mych? You did n&apost see them? WHat is more of such completely useless and invisable esthetics of which you have no longer the language. I HAVE DEVIVES ABOUT A HUNDRED Allegories for music and art and beauty, inspiration and imagination, to EMANCIPATE THEM, and to SCULPT AND PAINT IN DELICIOUS WAYS. NOW; thats what i call TALENT, now you can give me YOUR TALENT, AND CONSIDER WHAT YOU FIND INCREDIBLY INNOCATIVE AND EVOCATIVELY BEAUTIFUL. I dare you. PLEASE? DO NOT WASTE YOUR OWN TIME OR MY TIME, JUST GET IT OVER WITH???? Again, you might not have a lot of language left in you, i was the same, back in 1999 when i started to build up again after your ilk deconstructed all this shit, it does n&apost mean i can&apost convert you to my side. The Impressionists were originally just an arts and crafts movement. In stead of neo decoadentism and neopasseism, now you can embrace your movement as the label of your greatest critic. The anticlimax of the stillborn child of individualism. Enjoy your art movement. OWN IT. Now the in those ages related Esthetic movement which also bled to death and i revived also with my manifest. Is entirely part of that lighthouse of beauty on the shores of wasted souls that I want to itterate and defend with the by you branded "hollow rebuke" It is indeed SO that the Venuses that Huysmans criticized, so it is this age is criticized by my esthetic sculptures and paintings, of which indeed, need not be very expressive or ingenious, merely that i MANAGE to make them esthetic, is a breach with the business as usual. IF YOU MANAGE. so let me hear you. Let me conclude with some last recommendation of more hollow rebuke, its is legion that Kant moderatly FUCKED with peoples senses, so learn to SEE and describe what you SEE, don&apost look for that in your own asshole as he did. I imagine this is JUST a little and very fine rhetorical rebuttle ONLY keen to defend my miserable predicament of frustrations following the consequence of YOUR rebke calling my stuff nonsense and that it should be brief. But considering that, SOME attempt at communication from your part would be apreciated, alas as they said in academies of conceptual art, beauty, classic, genius, figurative, etc, thats just there, you can not say anything about. SPEAK. ANd before you go now and before with this argument you fizzle my argument AGAIN and drive me AGAIN into an inimbiqual frenzy, and go "are you a luddite" first of all I RESPECT LUDDITES, as further industrialization was always a bad way to go on value, look at all the books today and the INVALUABLE books printed by hand set fonts each individually. WHICH I WOULD DEEM MY STANDARD. But anyway. No i&aposm not a luddite if you would be misconstruing my retort not conceiving what renaissence means in any way, BUT I AM AND CAN CLEARLY SAY, THAT I AM AN EGYPTIAN, A GREEK, A ROMAN, A MEDIEVALIST, A MANNERIST, I AM A BAROQUIAN, I AM A ROCOCOIAN, I AM A ROMANTIC, A SYMBOLIST, AN ART NOUVEAIST, BUT I AM NOT A MODERNIST, I AM A MISOMODERNIST, YES, MISANTHROPY INTENDED. Because MODERNISM, as pessoa caught everyone with those at the beginning in that dead end, IS NOTHING? IT DOES NOT LIVE, IT DOES NOT WANT DEATH. and that to me, is now a dead end, along with not understanding me. You make an EFFORT, you TOLERATE ME AS BEST AS YOU CAN, or i will SLANDER YOU AS TWO THINGS, A COWARD, AND AN IDIOT, which also there are SALONIDIOTS like i have branded some, entirely at my momentary passions and malcontentedness at my situation and the greavence which is my CURRENT LIFE. And my current life, because i see people, but people can not see me. THEY RUIN EVERY OUNCE OF GOLD I OFFER. and an observant and less cocky person as found in these midsts had branded me as someone, WHO WAS BEGGING WITH A GOLDEN CUP. thats my name, also the philosopher with the rugged axe as i once called myself. Now i HOPE i have FINALLY TO SOMEONE cleared up WHAT i am saying and WHAT I stand for. THAT IS, the WHOLE WORLD FAME AND ACCLAIM, OF MY SYSTEM AS THE FINAL CRITIQUE AND REWIND OF THE STATUS QUO, which is essentially the decay and stagnation of the final point and end of all cultures. FOR THAT, i BUILT, for that, I HAVE DEVISED A SYSTEM ON WHICH PEOPLE CAN BUILD. I REGRET that it is always discarded as more indivualism by hysterical people who confuse self debilitating irony with wholly self indulgent but more keen french Esprit. Now there are TWO goals that I have, which may go in unison and which may need to be equally important to me. TO FIND MY KIN, which is people who know a lot about history and are willing to communicate to it. AND TWO, UNironically I WANT A WINDMILL MANAGED AND OPERATED BY VIRGINS, to furbish myself and my closests to ARTISAN BREAD. YOU CAN HAVE ARTISAN BREAD MADE BY VIRGINS, IF YOU BE MY FRIEND, AND IF AT ALL WE ACHIEVE A HIGH DEFINATION OF AN AMOUNT OF SUCCESS. My theories are all conclusive as a fart in a fat mans pizza, kraff dinner and cheesebuger ridden intestine. THE WORLD HAS NO OTHER CHOICE THEN TO GET FROM NOTHING, TO ANYYYYWHERE, AND I AM THE GATE TO ANYYYYWHERE!!!! To those who DO understand all this bollocks, I am either some brilliant Van Gogh, or even the inventor of something the dutch call a fish door bell, i am compared to the orchestra on the titanic that keeps playing saying they have a lot of respect for that; SO FOR SURE I AM NOT VERY SCARED OF. IT IS ACTUALLY ME WAITING FOR SOME MISERABLE PORTION OF YOUR INTELLIGENT AND CONSTRUCTICVE CONTENT???? AND of which hollow rebuke is actually, ONLY INTENDED FOR WHAT YOU YOURSELF SHOULD AND WOULD CLEARLY FIND UNWORTHY, DISPICKABLE, and PASSE. Thank you. ONLY NOW for the point final where it gets even better THIS Sorta mobilizes the lack of worth for myself and what i been dealing with for a few months and the past two years. Now namely we can all describe the modernist era and the crown of this era as it is today, as the ARISTOCRACY OF MASSES, it has no OPULANCE rather, one advantage that we had in aristocracy as it employted artists; IT HAS NO ESPRIT, another feat which could harbor in safety authors and brilliant writers, IT HAS NO LIMIT TO ITS STUPIDITY. THE CRISIS of TS Eliot THe Wasteland Samael Beckett waiting for Godot Pessoa etc. IS THE DEPTH AND LENGTH TO WHICH I WENT. I DID NT WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE OR ANY FAME OR COMMUNICATION. only to figure, that one does not get out of that, so BY GRACE OF A WHITE DOVE COMING TO MY WINDOW WHICH I TOOK IN AND BOUGHT IT A MATE AND WHITE DOVES FLEW EVERYWHERE AS I WAS REFURBISHING EVERYTHING IN CLASSICAL STYLE AS HURRAY THERE WAS A SIGN SCHOPENHAUER DID NT HAVE TO FIND MEANING IN ART IN STEAD OF A REFUGE WHICH EVERYONE THEN STAGGERED INTO OR LEFT TOTALLY UNATTENDED. Now that DEPTH that i got into. IS something most people don&apost GET because in effect the only people who are clearly emancipated by all these geniuses that did not overcome themselves as Nietzsche said, EMANCIPATED I SAID ONLY THE BABBOONS. CLEARLY, IF YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME I WOULD CONTEST, YOU ARE A BABBOON. To reserve some interest and excitement out of my material, is otherwise deeply appreciated and respected and responded with equal enthusiasm for any even most naive feat of creativity? WHICH IS EXISTENCE AND BLACK METAL; the tendency to constantly exclude me from the equations is however, ABSOLUTE OBLIVION. Your remarks and many other remarks to my claims are also known AS WALLS OF ARGUMENTATIVE INCOMPETENCE, who I have YET TO OVERCOME. The SIGNIFICANCE of esthetical maidens as muse angels or goddess depicted as sculpture or painting which you in stalemate of empty walls simply walk by is SOMETHING I ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH?! THAT IS THE SIGNICANCE AND THE BEAUTY LOST WHICH I MEAN TO ACCUSE A TRAP IN WHICH I MYSELF STEPPED AT SOME POINT. SO that as TS Eliot said about An Ode to A Grecian Urn was my poem, and the aphorism which would lead him to state i totally don&apost understand the poem or this was totally unapripriate to be there is. ALL IS DECORATIVE, ALL IS MEANING. Ergo? LESS IS MORE is OVER. THATS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY. and YOU AND PREVIOUS YOUS could ONLY say, hahahaha, IN STEAD OF SHARING MY WORK WITH YOUS WHO THEN WOULD NOT PROVOKE ME TO REPEAT MYSELF MAKE MY CASE IN A TERRIBLE FRUSTRATION WHICH WOULD BE THEN PERCEIVED AS HATE OR MISOGYNY OR HOLLOW REBUKE OR WHATEVER DISPICKABLE THING YOU ACCUSE THE SOUL OF MY SENTENCE TO CONTAIN. Now i TRUST that this was not BRIEF ENOUGH BECAUSE YOU NEED TO GET ACCUSTOMED TO THE LANGUAGE EQUIPMENT (dutch begrippenapparaat) WHICH IS ALL MY ATTITUDE AND MEANING I WISH TO GIVE. NOW, if PESSOA would have said, i apreciate so dearly all crafts and arts and beautiful maidens as his tagline, then I COULD BE WELL ENJOYING PAINTING AND SCULPTING THE INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR OF SOME STEAMPUNK INDUSTRIAL POWERPLANT. THAT I FIND IT DISPICKABLE NOW AND VERY FUTILE AND ALSO A FLAGRANT MISTAKE OF MODERNISM TO HAVE ITS SCULPTORS AND PAINTERS WORK AT THE CASH REGISTER OF THE DO IT YOURSELF STORE. IS SOMETHING THAT I HAVE NO MODESTY FOR? TO BE THE END AND BEGINNING OF A NEW ARTISAN AND MERRILY EMPLOYED FLOCK OF ESTHETICIANS AND ARTISTS, AND TO BE THE END AND NEW BEGINNING OF THIS INDUSTRIAL LOBOTOMY THEY CALL A CULTURE. AND AGAIN AS I STATED WITH THE SUBJECT PROBLEM BEING PART OF BOTH FASCISM AS NEONAZISM, AS COMMUNISM BY THAT, IF YOU CONSIDER THAAAAT FASCIST, THEN IM AFRAID YOU CAN NOW WELL UNDERSTAND IN THE OMNIPOTENCE OF TAGLINES OF CAMUS LIKE "find meaning" or the attitude of "hell are the others" or the line "everything is subjective" etc etc and all these itterences of irony and "owh well this society has no meaning and will never find meaning" etc. TO quote a JEW; "HITLER WAS RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING," Stanley Kubrick. And no I would not say that or applaud that unfortunatly i&aposm not jewish in any significant way. I GOT SOME SERIOUS STOMACH THOUGH, TRY IT SOMETIME. AND NOW i have officially dazzled myself with some concepts for which i know i am the SOLE PROPRIETOR OF MY WIT AND GENIUS, i DONT NEED GRATIFICATION BY OTHERS I DAZZLE MYSELF, and YOU now, can either be dazzled by my wit, and be a fellow LION Of culture soon. OR you are a MOSQUITO UNDER THE RIFFRAFF, OF WHICH I CAN NOT NOR EVER WAS GOOD AT ACCEPTING MY PLACE THERE, AND CERTAINLY DID NOT WANT INGRIEGEOUS DEFIANCE AND FLATULANCE ALWAYS? BUTTTTTTT FOOR SOMEONE TO DELVE INTO MY WORK AND MAKE IT KNOWN APART OF MYSELF ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE MY WORK KNOWN? ON WHICH PEOPLE THEN GO? WAUW, YOUR WORK IS BRILLIANTLY WORTHLESS, NO ONE WILL GET IT. ALL SEVEN BILLION OF YOU INCLUDING MY OWN MOTHER, YOUR WORK IS BRILLIANTLY WORTHLESS, NO ONE WILL GET IT, ARTISTS MUST SUFFER, as is also my NAME. I give me to me my own greatest compliments yes, because i value my opinion over not very high bar opinions. If i apreciate you, you can feel something again in this starch of frozen hearts, so you inspired me then. All is well that ends well. Next time you want to fuck me in my pussy as everything has to do with sex to some, i am the claivoyent of the line "i want to scrape with a silver tool some skin off your arm and roast a pizza in the rekindled auschiwtz oven." The most heartbroken and asexual platonic Emo&aposs love my impotent vermint carcass of a stranded mind on a martian empty land for that, so i do fine without your approval if at all you might not need me around anymore. But don&apost flatter me with the EGOTISM of naivite to have not understood time appropriatly, i have had a lot of work trying to wrap my mind around it too. Maybe you could be the second one in line to ACTION in stead of BLABBER. My mother, my psychologists, my ex girlfriends, my tytors, my psychiatrists, were all about BLABBER, and your comment was indeed, BLABBER, so bear with me and then there will be AVANT GARDE? OR THE FRONTLINE OF ART. You can at most desperate and dramatic way looze one soldier among your ranks, if you keep me you can have each to you a villa called AGAINST THE GRAIN OR A REBOURS, choice is yours. I HOPE where i was a bit unclear i had finally introduced you somewhat in the content and the promise of having something to say. I wrote against the grain AS A MYTHOLOGY. I have an against the grain developed and all in my HEAD the most BEAUTIFUL CITY QUITE A METROPOLIS OF CLASSICAL GROTESQUES, so yeah, IM A GENIUS MAN? nice to meet you. My lodgings are in a book store if Van Gogh painted it and it was painted in his starry sky. THATS WHERE I AM, so i trust i&aposm not in your block folder. My tomb would just be poison for imbecils, or someone sincere could still be found to weep DESPAIREDLY for it? YOU are NOT you? Choose, you can be one of either. Nothing in between though. The fact that i do not need gratification though, is why i tend to distance myself from any social coherence of people to other cultures or the whole culture entirely today, in ways they did not understand how it coheres and lacks their self esteem and how they are attached to the nihilism of &aposowh well this is reality" and then the replies to me of &aposowh my forget your dreams" etc. I am a CULTURE on my own at the very least, some byzantine empire or symbolist land of ivory towers. If you can find that realm i&aposm not sure yet but you probably will. I DO NOT say then that I AM THE ONLY WAY. but your entertaining and not unflavory discourses of useless taste may be THAT as they ARE. as some artists who&aposs name escapes me said, i am the bridge over which some of you may pass. You can find many paths across the regular pathways behind modernism. TO SURVIVE though in the coming years YOU DO NEED A BRIDGE, no matter if you think you can be decadent and do all very fine yourself, its not going to last and i don&apost want to be apart from hedonism sucking at the supermarkets titty and not contributing or as much fulminating to the diar wastefullness of progress. to shove this up neodecadent movements backside and they will have a serious reply or i&aposm done with it "Now i itterate that since the dawn of conceptual art you could make a toilet much more valuable and especially very much more esthetic then the golden hidious toilet designs of our leaders. But the masses seem to just be interested in whacking at leaders just to have the golden toilet and seat on it themselves. When i spit on this society that that is what everyone is stuck on, leading and polarizing and blurting out futility. Then that is considered hollow rebuke. Now where do you plan to take these reminiscences of NIetzsche and Crowley and Lavey exactly? You throw away all black metal with the trash. Such lines of Satyricon "inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows, if he could just make us understand" "earhtly decay, in front of our eyes, now, now its killing for a living." "is this what is yet to come, or a madmen&aposs reflection of the soul" etc etc. Now they have n&apost been exactly forthcoming but they are the only ones who cried for B?! Now needs to come B. And are you ready for B? Because frankly where Black Metal cried for B. You are not even beginning to draw the letter A as far as i&aposm concerned and for what I have been noting here. NOw i want a serious and descent reply or I will wholly personally and subjectively think this movement is futile and cause havoc somewhere else where they are less intelligent and even more beligerant of any of my misanthropic installments?! " We need to critize the enlightenment and atheism for being deconstrictive and paradoxical and tear down meaning for a progress hysteria and rekindle the esthetic movement. See arts and crafts restore the world ecologically, see humanoid robots do any industrial chore or tedious labout, and see this earth releaved with a lot of industry taking to spacetravel. AGREED, OR NOT AGREED? SIMPLE Christianity is a deeply devolved into sectarian isolation a relic, satanism is a fraud, and not when music turns to fantasy and paganism you don&apost like that either? I hope i uttered some relevant content to counter you and did n&apost just spout hollow phrases again. Now that i STAND AT A SMALL CREEK, WITH A MAIDEN DOING THE LAUNDRY IN THE CREEK AND I PAINT HER is a surrealist provocation and a disgust for society and the way its attitude should diminish all and romance GOTHIC MAIDENS WITH UTTER MARVEL IN THEIR CLOTHING PAINTED AND A SERIES OF THEM WITH MODERN PEOPLE ONLOOKING DEPICTED IN MIRRORS OR LAKES OR POOLS SO THEY SEE HOW SILLY THEY ARE A MACHINE WHERE PEOPLE CAN BE ARISTOCRATIC AND ADOPT LAND FOREST AND MOUNTAINS AND PARKS AND DEVELOP THE LAND AND DO IT THEMSELVES ETC for that, i demand a little respect and i you do not bid me that i will not want it from you. genius is understood by other genius apparently which leaves me personally at a very precarious spot and i&aposm not at all happy where shove me or how they talk to me like owh my god, what are you saying? Owh my god, you&aposll never get anywhere?? IF PEOPLE HAVE A ROBOT TO DO GROCERIES AND DO THE INDUSTRIAL BAKERY THERE WILL BE A NEED FOR MEANING FOR ARTISAN QUALITY AND BEAUTY THEN SUBJECTIVITY ENDS THEN THIS DEBILITATING OF MEANING THAT WE SEE TODAY WILL HAVE TO END THATS WHAT IM SAYING A SUBURB BROKEN DOWN FOR A ART DECO TOWER WITH GARDENS PARKS FORESTS AND ARTISAN FARMS AROUND WOULD BE VERY VALUABLE TO REDRAW SUPERMARKETS AND LIVING RESIDENCES NOW IN NEOCLASSICAL AND ART NOUVEAU WOULD BE ALL VERY VALUABLE AND OR WORTHWHILE AND OR PROVOCATIVE NOW IM IN EITHER IN OR OUT IT DOES NT SEEM LIKE IM IN RIGHT NOW DOES IT YOUR SENSE OF NOT APRECIATING ME COULD BE EITHER JUSTIFIED OR ERRONOUS EITHER WAY SO I ASK YOU AGAIN WHAAAAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?????? write stories, provoke the hysteria of progress i always advocated for an esthetics and prowess like symbolist art and literature because that would be ENTICING i did n&apost consider actually making the same mistakes again i have a written a mythology with over a hundred allegories to give symbolism MEANING MEANING IT NEVER HAD AND MEANING YOU CAN NOT UNDERSTAND APPARENTLY????? so it IS ERRONOUS not to understand me then. THE ACTUAL PREMISSE OF THE DISPUTE THE LEGITIMIZATION OF SENDING SOMEONE TO PRISON “This reads as hollow rebuke. I know you&aposre trying to say something, but it&aposs very unclear what. This is contextless. I don&apost think it&aposs reasonable to ban nonsense, but I do think it&aposs fine to ask that nonsense be brief.” signed, DUCK THE EPILOGUE Now PEACE and LOVE and more complex things of which you know nothing about and all SUBTLETIES AND NUANCES OF THAT INCLUDING SADEANISM EVEN IN THERE? WHICH IS NOT SADISM now FOR ALL the WARS there will be only ONE LAW, it will abide by the LIMIT of the WORD of my FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THE BIBLE WHICH IS THE WORD SWORD the pencil is mighter, if it is WORTHY, of the sword, but NOT MIGHTIER IS A PEN IF IT IS NOT IN GENUINE AND CHOLERIC AND UP TO DATE ANGER OF WHICH SOME MAY SEE IT AND OTHERS MIGHT SEE IT A LITTLE, BUT NOT A TERRIBLE AMOUNT TOO LATE BECAUSE IT NEEDS TO NOT BE A TERRIBLY AMOUNT TOO LATE AT MOST FIFTEEN YEARS TOO LATE. CREDITIONS; the throwing indiscriminately of ingenious sins and shit like brown sugar sweet in the face of a worthless society that kills the world by babbling only when it does nothing but shoving food in their face and having all the factories work day and night. AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS BABBLE?! THEN YOU DESERVED THIS. As Considered By the Trinity of Impotence VhempeyhreN De Goncourts, of who&aposm is IMPOTENT JK HUYSMANS of who&aposm is IMPOTENT CHARLES ALGERNON SWINBURNE of wo&aposm is IMPOTENT ALL proceeds of donations will be seen to build the impotence factory for said three artists for a assembly line or longrailautomaton as i call it with fifteen year old girls having their naked backsides pionted UPWARDS, of who&aposm E ALREADY FOUND ABOUT A HUNDRED AND OF WHICH SOME ARE ALREADY GETTING TOO OLD. THE THING WILL BE ENTIRELY MUTUALLY CONSENT BUT OF THIS CONCESSIONS OR DEALS WE HAVE YOU HAVE ENTIRELY NO BUSINESS OR INTERVENTION OR EVEN OPINION TO BE GOTTEN IN YOUR FILTHY AND DUMB MIND. NOW THAT INCLUDING THE FOLLOWING ORDERS AND STIPULATIONS WITH THAT IF YOU SEE SOMEONE AND ASKING A CIGARETTE, IN THE STREETS OR ANYWHERE BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING IF SOMEONE ASKS FOR MONEY OR FOOD IN STREETS TRAINS OR STATION BUILDINGS OR STORES, BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING IF SOMEONE ASKS NOT TO BE BOMBED OR STOP BOMBING CHIDLREN OR HAVING SOME SHELTER AND FOOD OF ANY KIND AND WANTS TO BE LEFT ALONE (god declare them saints they who want to be left alone, they are truly the blessed) I WROTE IT IN FUCKING ENGLISH PERHAPS YOU CAN FUCKING UNDERSTAND IT, THAT IF AT ALL BABBOON FACES COULD BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING LIKE EVEN A BABBOON HAD MANAGED, THEN I CAN WASTE MONEY AND NEED NOT TO MEDDLE AT ALL IN YOUOUUOURRRR AFFAIRS AND YOUOUOUUURRRRR INJUSTICES YOU PURTORBATE, THEN I CAN MAKE COLLAGES ACROSS TIME IN THIS CASE A VICTORIAN TRADITION OF POETS AND A MODERNIST CONCEPT OF LARGE TRAFFICKING AND ASSEMBLAGE OF PRODUCTS ALL WRAPPED UP IN SOMETHING THAT YOU COULD CALL A NICE RENAISSENCE YES AS USUALLY LOOKING BACK WOULD GIVE YOU A NICE RENAISSENCE THEN I CAN BUILD MY FACTORY AND DON&aposT NEED TO BE ANYONES HERO OR ETHICALLY AT ALL WITH YOU INVOLVED OR EVENREMOTELY AFFILIATED WITH YOUR TRAIDTIONS OR MODERN ASSUMPTIONS OF IRRELEVANT AND ON MY HANKY ALL RAINING DOWN POOR ME A GIANT SUN OF SNOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY NOSTRILS HOW CAN I SNEEZE WITHOUT YOUR STUPID INTEREFERENCES???? NOW THE STREET CHILDREN AND EVEN THEIR MOTHERS WHO STARVE THEMSELVES FOR ME WILLLL WILLLLL BE PAYED FOR BY MYSELF WHEN I SEE THEM EAT THEI DURUM AND COMPLAIN ITS NOT THE RIGHT SAUCE THAT IS MY PRIVILIGE AND MYYYYYY BEAUTY AND MY HAPPINESS TO INDULGE. YOU HAD NOT WANTED IT, YOU DID NOT WANT TO FEED ALL THE CHILDREN TO FEED THE CHILDREN THAT ARE ON THE STREETS OR STARVING ANYWHERE. IS MY PRIME CHARITY AMONG WHICH OTHERS IF YOU BE SO KIND TO HELP WITH A POSSIBLY ACTIVE AS PASSIVE AS RHETORICAL NOTION IN THAT AS TO BE KIND AND FORTHCOMING ANY POSSIBLE HORDES OF MATHILDAS CLAUDIAS LOLITAS OR LAZYTOWN GIRLS or EMILY THE STRANGES WILL BE TREATED PLATONIC AND WITH IMPOTENCE AS IS PROVEN BY THE MAFFIA TAPES OF MY ADVENTURES IN THE UNDERGROUND THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION. SLVDC (how you deal with mature woman is a secret entirely unbeknownst tot he aforementioned principles and wise character of writing, not everything can be uncovered, maybe don’t bash them up even if they ask, maybe don’t be to slave like, i mean every woman got stockholm syndrom and finally wants to be controlled, not have condoms or things in her pussy, and keen on getting married to the one and only at fifteen ACTUALLY YES. Try to teach them how to act maybe a better idea, THEY LOVE to ACT, tell them laugh louder at my jokes and never laugh louder at another mans jokes or you’ll have to marry him in stead, and she will gladly growl and squeel for you. WOMAN ARE WEIRD.) THEY HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, which the Stockholm syndrom and sabinian virgin robbery proves, treat them with a line like “You know why i’m against liberty? Because if i ask you to model for me for a sculpture you would say no to me, and that should be illegal.” Don’t you think it should CAPTIVATE, if not, you probably need to educate them too because the meals and the dishes will be earnt in a very sour and long boring residential life. LASTLY it is an entirely and very common democratic and diseased notion and the usual misunderstanding of reality of a lot of simple men who are the majority, that smoking is a detriment to health care expences, if you die ten fifteen even thirty years younger you do NOT pose an extra tEX to the econom you in stead take out in a more dignified way. Soem occasional surgery may accord not withstanding. NOW with that said then, we invite the whole frenzy of smoking and smokring advertisements BACK. VHEMPEYHREN CIGARETTES WITH ROSE PETAL FILTERS INFINATLY ROMANTIC DELICIOUS AS MARQUIS DE SADES CIGARETTES IN 1800. ALSO COMPLETELY BIODEGRADABLE SO PREFERABLY TOSS IN BETWEEN PLANTS OR IN THE SCURRIES OF THE LAWNS. VAMPIRES, LOVE, TO SMOKE!!! VHEMPEYHREN CIGARETTES WHY NOT TRY THIS A CIGARETTE THEN EVEN WHEN YOU ARE,... COMPLETELY ANTISOCIAL!!! AND IT WOULD NT BE WITHOUT THE CHEAPEST SHOT, AND ABSOLUTE LOW POINT IN CULTURE TO CONCLUDE WITH THIS, HOW WEIRD PEOPLE ARE WHEN YOU FOUND. THAT IF YOU SMOKE WEED AND CHAT AND THIS AND THAT, YOU GET ALL PARANOID OR IMAGINATIVE AND SPORT PECULIAR SURREAL HUMORISTIC LINES, IF WOMAN GET STONED, YOU CAN FIND FINALLY HOW WEIRD THEY ARE AS CLEARLY AND ANYWHERE FOUND SEEN WHAT THEY DO TO THEIR PETS AND HORSES AND ANY OTHER ANIMAL, OF WHICH IS IN THE MOST FROWNED UPON REIGNS OF THE INTERNET, BUT CERTAINLY OF WHICH EVERYONE HAS ONCE SEEN, AND THEREFORE TO BE UNDERSTOOD AS A PUBLIC SECRET, AND IT WOULD NT BE WITHOUT MY GENTLY COMING OUT OVER THESE PAST TWENTY YEARS AND MY PRIDEST ACCOMPLISMENT IF I DID NOT -AFTER THAT NURSE I HAD SAW AND CAUSED WITH MY PECULIAR SCARYNESS AS USUAL TO BE SCREAMING THROUGH THE HALLWAYS AND IS MY MOST GRAND ACHIEVEMENT AGAINST YOU CIVIL CALPH SO FAR, NOT TO BE FINALLY OUTDONE BY SAYING TO RETREIVE AN INFURIORATING AMOUNT OF VOMIT AND DISGUST, ENVY AND OTHER ABBERENT CONVULSIONS OF STUCK UP AND AGREAGIOUS PEOPLES, I WOULD SAY THAT IS MY SO FAR NEW HIGHTLIGHT I SAY TO CONSIDER THAT WHAT WOMAN DO AS THEIR MOST WEIRD STONED RITUALS AS NOTHING MORE THEN INNOCENT AND AMUSING. (though admittedly a LITTLE gross, surprise to you, sex IS gross.) GIVE ME YOUR BLACK MAL CONTENTED CANCER NOW YOU BELIGGERANT RETARDED MORON AND THE VERY FINAL POINT OF PROVOCATIVE HUMOUR AND COMEDY IN FILM THEATER MOTION PICTURES AND PHOTOGRAPHY AND POSSIBLY PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURES (of which exist for longer then your pansexuality can muster.) BECAUSE HUMOR, WIT, NEEDED ALWAYS TO BE PROVOCATIVE. BECAUSE THE MAJORITY AND THE DEMOCRACY IS A CRIMINAL HYPOCRITICAL AND HURTFULL, WASTEFULL, AND GREEDY SORRY WORTHLESS LOT. BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOUR. IT IS ALL YOU NEEDED TO DO IN THE FACE OF REALITY IN STEAD OF FEAR OR DISGUST FOR PAIN OR YOUR LACK OF TASTE. MAKE A LITTLE JOKE ABOUT IT. BUT YOU CANT DO IT AND THE CASUALTY OF SERIOUSNESS OF YOUR SOUL. IS YOUR OWN AND PERPETUALLY YOUR OWN AND NO ONE ELSES INFINATE UNHAPPINESS AND LACK OF SATISFACTION! WHICH THEN WITH YOUR ECONOMY. WE MUST SEE HOW MUCH IS NEEDED TO SATISFY IT AND HOW MUCH EXTRA WORLDS YOU MEAN TO USE AND THINK TO SQUANDER IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. IT WILL BE YOUR OWN WELL DESERVED GALLOW YOU YOURSELF STRAP AROUND YOUR NECKS OR YOUR GALLOW CALL YOU WERE SITTING ON A GIANT THEATER ALL ALONG NOW THE CURTAIN AS FAR AS IM CONCERNED CAN QUITE CLOSE AND YOU CAN GET SERIOUS IM NOT INTERESTED YOU HAVE BETRAYED IN YOUR DISCARDING OF MY PRESENCE AND ART THE VERY LIGHT THAT SHINES IN MY DIRECTION. WHICH SUCH LIGHT I AM NOT INTERESTED IN. MY CREED AND CURRENT POPULAR DEMAND ACTUALLY MORE SO THEN YOU PRESUME IS DARKNESS!!! its not that i don&apost have reasons to say all this in order to make my point or to get famouswhich i HAVE to do then, get famous but this should explain why i am so angry and also why i do so much my best to be the best babbler, which is n&apost easy by any degree i tried to be a soldier and kill people in shopping malls, though admittedly that was harder and a lot less fun to do because usually i don’t like to be severed from my own military and plunnged into a cauldron of stillborn greedy adults scruffing around on the floor of the earth looking for more greed to satisfy or control and oppression to exert, at the desperat attempt then, to seize this imagination, which above them, is indeed a boot moderately stamping their face, and an art and ideologue, which we are good at, and is also as a soldiers of olds understanding. A DUTY AND ONES HONOUR WHICH NAME IS LOYALTY of some sorts as you should have known. CHAPTER IV CANNIBALISM if you keep sending these snacks to the discretion of the spying eyes of the CIA while i have to eat this shit restraurant psychiatry food you going to become a very good metal guitar player because i will bite off your fingers and spice them with the only available items here SUGAR AND MILK it will be very tasty to grill them in microwave heheheheh CHAPTER V RAcism and deportation IF YOU CRACK ANYONES EGG THAT WAS NT YOURS TO CRACK, LET ALONE HAVING TOUCHED THE SPINDLE OF THE STOVE TO HEAT THE EGG? AND GOD FORBID YOU ACTUALLY THE EGG TOO. BUT THEN, AND MAKE OR MADE FOR A SECOND HIS LIFE MISERABLE? THEN YOU WALK A LONG WHILE IN A NEW INVENTION OF MINE CALLED A CAGE FITTED ON NASA AUTOMATED ROVER WHEELS, WITH A SLEEPING QUARTERS ON TOP OF THE VEHICLE, AND YOU CAN WALK ON THE EVEN GROUND ON HIGHWAYS, WE EVEN GIVE YOU THE BEST HIKING SHOES OR SPACESHOES WHATEVER, AND YOU CAN WALK TO YOUR ORIGINA DN BEG FOR FORGIVENESS THAT YOU FUCKED UP THE LEGACY OF YOUR KIND AND WORTWHILE ANCESTORS? IT WILL BE A LONG WALK, AND YOU CAN BE FED AS PEOPLE SEE YOU PASS BY, i CALL IT THE TOUR OF UNDESIRABLE INTERESTS, AND YOU MAY NOT BE AWARE WHAT SIDE OF THE ISLE LEFT OR RIGHT, YOU REALLY COME FROM. WE GO WAY BACK, AND THERE IS ALL KINDS OF INFLUENCES IN THESE GENES POOLS YOUD BE AMAZED OF. LET ME NOT BUST YOU OF MAKING ANYONE OR A MAJORITY OF PEOPLES LIVES A SICKENING SOUR SANDWICH. OR YOU WILL WALK IN STEAD OF BABBLE OR HARASS OR BELITTLE OR NOT MUTUAL CONSENT PEOPLE. CHAPTER VII Corpophagia If you pick up poo for your dog. You should be willing to have your wife shit in the living room, and you scoop it up, and put it in the toilet. Thats the least you could do or consider. CHAPTER IIX PARTHENOPHILIA II THE MENU We SHOULD PUT IN EVERY CHILDS ROOM THE BOOK “THE MENU” WITH ALL MUG SHOTS OF PARTHENOPHILES, IT WOULD NT BE TERRIBLY POPULAR, BUT IT WOULD BE MODERATLY POPULAR, FORTUNATE AND BRAVE IS HE WHO DARES TO APPLY. THE OBJECT OF WHICH TO NON PARTHENOPHILES OR PEOPLE LIKE MYSELF, MAKING IT A HILARIOUS TREAT, AND AN UTMOST PRACTICE IN SARDONIC KIND OF HEAVENLY AND HAPPY SUMMUMRY OF PLAYFULLNESS. IT WOULD BE ONLY LAW THAT BEASTIALITY SEX AND PARTHENOPHILIA AND CIGARETTES BE KEPT OUT OF ANY LAW BOOK OR ORDONNATION, ITS TOOOO GROSS TO CONSIDER BY DISPENSABLE FRUITCAKES WHO SHOULD RATHER CONCENTRATE ON ESTHETIC THINGS. SEX IS SO GROSS NOBODY DOES IT ANYMORE UNLESS THEY ARE PAYED THE REST IS WATCHING THE MOVIES AND BEING HURT BY THE INDIFFERENCE OF IT. NOW WE HAVE ESTABLISHED THREE THINGS THAT THIS TREATIZE IS THE TRUTH THAT THE TRUTH IS FUN NI AND THAT PEOPLE WHO DIFFER OF OPINION OR CONSIDER ANYTHING OR THIS SUBJECTIVE ARE… WORTHLESS. Written 16 04 52025 Year Anno Rha at Eythehlephyaelle Started at 12 midnight and completed 17 04 2025 at the Castle of Lhy of Eythehlephyaelle. DIEM25 THE END OF LAZYNESS, under the title we fucked up nature, hail nature, now nature is our pet puppy. DO YOU HAVE A SECOND OF YOUR LIFE FOR SOMETHING OTHER THEN CONSUMPTION GOING INTO YOUR MOUTH AND BABBLE COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH? Contents restoring the oceans PART I CORALS PART II FISH cleaning the skies restarting the ocean currents land management infectious diseases and vaccins bees releasing pressure from ecology eating industry, traffic and technology policy supermarkets last but not least, religion DIEM25 COMMUNISM AND GREEN MANIFEST UNION restoring the oceans PART I ALL VILLAGES AND CITY WILL HAVE A SACRED POOL IN ART NOUVEAU TO BREED CORAL WHICH WILL THEN BE TRANSPANTED IN THE OCEAN WHERE BEFIT PArt II ALL COAST LINES WILL BE BUILT ART NOUVEAU FISH TEMPLES TO BREED FISH IN APPROPRIATE HEIGHT SEVERAL FLOORS HIGH AND EVEN SKYSCRAPERS OF FISH POOLS? IIIIN ART NOUVEAU cleaning the skies A SKYSCRAPER IN MINIMALIST STYLE WILL BE BUILT IN EACH VILLAGE AND CITY WITH MILLS TO SUCK UP CO2 EQUIPED WITH POTATO FIELDS WHO HAVE WIRES TO DEDUCT THEIR ENERGY restarting the ocean currents A SYSTEM OF BOTH FLOATING AND STATIONARY MILLS WILL BE MOUNTED IN ALL THE OCEANS FOR RESTARTING THE OCEAN CURRENTS managing the land ALL SUBURBS WILL BE BROKEN DOWN AND REPLACED WITH AN OR SOME ART DECO OR ART NOUVEAU SKYSCRAPER WITH FOREST AND ARTISAN FARMS IMPLANTED TO THE LAND BECOMES USEFULL AGAIN BAROQUE STAIRCASES GO BELOW RESTAURANTS AND LOUNGES BELOW WILL PROVIDE AMPLE OPPORTUNITY TO SOCIALIZE AND KNIT OR CRAFTS OR DINING, ARTISAN FARMS WILL PROVIDE CHILDREN THE OPPORTUNITY WITH SHASING A FEW CHICKENS. ARTISAN TOILETS WILL BE INSERTED WORKING WITH GATHERED LEAVES AND POSTING IT FOR USE FOR MANURE INSTANTLY AND DO NOT WORK ON WATER. infectious diseases you get labs with infectuous diseases or not labs with infectuous diseases, well, close the labs is a bit ignorent, keeping them makes those things escape so yeah. IF YOU WANT TO STUDY A DISEASE, STUDY IT WHERE YOU FIND IT, BUILD A LAB THERE AND INSTALL A PERIMETER, NO ONE LEAVES WITHIN WIDE EXAGERATION OF INFECTUOUS UNDERSTANDING THAT LAB, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DO THAT, AND THEY ARE VERY COURAGEOUS, AND THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO HELP MANKIND; THAT as much is my policy on infectuous diseases. GET IT INSTALLED AND MAKE THE PAGE WITH ALL THE SCIENCE, GO all hesitant to vaccinate must have labs on the research of vaccine and demeaning of immune system by vaccines, PROVE IT. LEARN, GROW STRONGER bees ALL KIND HUNEY BEES EUROPEAN HUNEY BEES AND THE GOOD HUNEY BEES WILL BE ALLOWED TO HAVE HALF OF THEIR HUNEY releasing pressure from industry eating ecology, traffic and technology policy. FOURTY PERCENT OF TRAFFIC AND TECHNOLOGY AND TRAIN STATIONS WILL BE RECYCLED AND INDUSTRY WILL BE REORIENTED TO SPACE TRAVEL AS THE EVER EXPANDING STRUCTURE IS EATING THE EARTH Supermarkets ALL SUPERMARKETS WILL BE REBUILT IN GOTHIC STYLE WITH TERRACES AND GARDENS ABOVE INSIDE AND SEVERAL FLOORS BELOW religion EVERY CITY WILL HAVE A NEW CATHEDRAL AT CONCIDERABLE HEIGHT AND ARTISAN MADE FOR MYTHOLOGIZED AND ESTHETIALIZED IMAGINATION PAINTINGS SCULPTURES ETC A CATHEDRAL AND CHAPELS FOR IMANUEL KANT WILL BE CRAFTED AS A MESSIAH AS HE IS ACTUALLY YOUR MESSIAH CHAPELS OR CATHEDRALS TO ATHEISM ARE FORBIDDEN AND THE CONSEQUENCES OF ATHEISM I CAN DESCRIBE AND WILL BE SO DIAR AND HOLLOW AND OBLIVIOUS TO HUMAN THOUGHT FEELING OR FUTURE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Psychiatry The Imagination is not forbidden, and not need to be under fascist control, all psychiatrist will adopt anti psychiatry creeds and be open minded and with attendance and authority of the patient to the highest degree and sensibity these people deserve. They who are outside the subject pawn to consume and see to more consumption are all free of need to work and profit, and these institutions will be rendered in art nouveau and high degree of beauty and be called Laesurea.

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Etherith Manifesto

April 18, 2026

Paradise Lost

OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos: or if Sion Hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th' Aonian Mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime. And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark Illumin, what is low raise and support; That to the highth of this great Argument I may assert Eternal Providence, And justifie the wayes of God to men. Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause Mov'd our Grand Parents in that happy State, Favour'd of Heav'n so highly, to fall off From thir Creator, and transgress his Will For one restraint, Lords of the World besides? Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring To set himself in Glory above his Peers, He trusted to have equal'd the most High, If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim Against the Throne and Monarchy of God Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battel proud With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie With hideous ruine and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire, Who durst defie th' Omnipotent to Arms. Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe Confounded though immortal: But his doom Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate: At once as far as Angels kenn he views The dismal Situation waste and wilde, A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd: Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd For those rebellious, here thir prison ordained In utter darkness, and thir portion set As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole. O how unlike the place from whence they fell! There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire, He soon discerns, and weltring by his side One next himself in power, and next in crime, Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy, And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words Breaking the horrid silence thus began. If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd From him, who in the happy Realms of Light Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine Myriads though bright: If he whom mutual league, United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize, Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd He with his Thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those, Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit, That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend, And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring, His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome? That Glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deifie his power, Who from the terrour of this Arm so late Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed, That were an ignominy and shame beneath This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods And this Empyreal substance cannot fail, Since through experience of this great event In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't, We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile eternal Warr Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe, Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n. So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain, Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare: And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer. O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers, That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King; And put to proof his high Supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate, Too well I see and rue the dire event, That with sad overthrow and foul defeat Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host In horrible destruction laid thus low, As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains Invincible, and vigour soon returns, Though all our Glory extinct and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery. But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now Of force believe Almighty, since no less Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours) Have left us this our spirit and strength intire Strongly to suffer and support our pains, That we may so suffice his vengeful ire, Or do him mightier service as his thralls By right of Warr, what e're his business be Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire, Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep; What can it then avail though yet we feel Strength undiminisht, or eternal being To undergo eternal punishment? Whereto with speedy words th' Arch-fiend reply'd. Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure, To do ought good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight, As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist. If then his Providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good, Our labour must be to pervert that end, And out of good still to find means of evil; Which oft times may succeed, so as perhaps Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb His inmost counsels from thir destind aim. But see the angry Victor hath recall'd His Ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the Gates of Heav'n: the Sulphurous Hail Shot after us in storm, oreblown hath laid The fiery Surge, that from the Precipice Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling, and the Thunder, Wing'd with red Lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep. Let us not slip th' occasion, whether scorn, Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe. Seest thou yon dreary Plain, forlorn and wilde, The seat of desolation, voyd of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves, There rest, if any rest can harbour there, And reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our Enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this dire Calamity, What reinforcement we may gain from Hope, If not what resolution from despare. Thus Satan to his neerest Mate With Head up-lift above the wave, and Eyes That sparkling blaz'd, his other Parts besides Prone on the Flood, extended long and large Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge As whom the Fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove, Briareos or Typhon, whom the Den By ancient Tarsus held, or that Sea-beast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim th' Ocean stream: Him haply slumbring on the Norway foam The Pilot of some small night-founder'd Skiff, Deeming some Island, oft, as Sea-men tell, With fixed Anchor in his skaly rind Moors by his side under the Lee, while Night Invests the Sea, and wished Morn delayes: So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay Chain'd on the burning Lake, nor ever thence Had ris'n or heav'd his head, but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs, That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation, while he sought Evil to others, and enrag'd might see How all his malice serv'd but to bring forth Infinite goodness, grace and mercy shewn On Man by him seduc't, but on himself Treble confusion, wrath and vengeance pour'd. Forthwith upright he rears from off the Pool His mighty Stature; on each hand the flames Drivn backward slope thir pointing spires, and rowld In billows, leave i'th'midst a horrid Vale. Then with expanded wings he stears his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky Air That felt unusual weight, till on dry Land He lights, as if it were Land that ever burn'd With solid, as the Lake with liquid fire; And such appear'd in hue, as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a Hill Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd side Of thundring Aetna, whose combustible And fewel'd entrals thence conceiving Fire, Sublim'd with Mineral fury, aid the Winds, And leave a singed bottom all involv'd With stench and smoak: Such resting found the sole Of unblest feet. Him followed his next Mate, Both glorying to have scap't the Stygian flood As Gods, and by thir own recover'd strength, Not by the sufferance of supernal Power. Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime, Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right: fardest from him is best Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time. The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less then he Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, Th' associates and copartners of our loss Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool, And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy Mansion, or once more With rallied Arms to try what may be yet Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell? So Satan spake, and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd. Leader of those Armies bright, Which but th' Omnipotent none could have foyld, If once they hear that voyce, thir liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so oft In worst extreams, and on the perilous edge Of battel when it rag'd, in all assaults Thir surest signal, they will soon resume New courage and revive, though now they lye Groveling and prostrate on yon Lake of Fire, As we erewhile, astounded and amaz'd, No wonder, fall'n such a pernicious highth. He scarce had ceas't when the superiour Fiend Was moving toward the shoar; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the Moon, whose Orb Through Optic Glass the Tuscan Artist views At Ev'ning from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe. His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand, He walkt with to support uneasie steps Over the burning Marle, not like those steps On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire; Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't Thick as Autumnal Leaves that strow the Brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew Busirus and his Memphian Chivalry, While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld From the safe shore thir floating Carkases And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood, Under amazement of thir hideous change. He call'd so loud, that all the hollow Deep Of Hell resounded. Princes, Potentates Warriers, the Flowr of Heav'n, once yours, now lost, If such astonishment as this can sieze Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place After the toyl of Battel to repose Your wearied vertue, for the ease you find To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav'n? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conquerour? who now beholds Cherube and Seraph rowling in the Flood With scatter'd Arms and Ensigns, till anon His swift pursuers from Heav'n Gates discern Th' advantage, and descending tread us down Thus drooping, or with linked Thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this Gulfe. Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n. They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceave the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to thir Generals Voyce they soon obeyd Innumerable. As when the potent Rod Of Amrams Son in Egypts evill day Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind, That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of Nile: So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wind under the Cope of Hell 'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires; Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted Spear Of thir great Sultan waving to direct Thir course, in even ballance down they light On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain; A multitude, like which the populous North Pour'd never from her frozen loyns, to pass Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous Sons Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread Beneath Gibralter to the Lybian sands. Forthwith from every Squadron and each Band The Heads and Leaders thither hast where stood Thir great Commander; Godlike shapes and forms Excelling human, Princely Dignities, And Powers that earst in Heaven sat on Thrones; Though of thir Names in heav'nly Records now Be no memorial blotted out and ras'd By thir Rebellion, from the Books of Life. Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth, Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man, By falsities and lyes the greatest part Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake God thir Creator, and th' invisible Glory of him that made them, to transform Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold, And Devils to adore for Deities: Then were they known to men by various Names, And various Idols through the Heathen World. Say, Muse, the Names then known, who first, who last, Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch, At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth Came singly where he stood on the bare strand, While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof? The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell Roaming to seek thir prey on earth, durst fix Thir Seats long after next the Seat of God, Thir Altars by his Altar, Gods ador'd Among the Nations round, and durst abide Jehovah thundring out of Sion, thron'd Between the Cherubim; yea, often plac'd Within his Sanctuary it self thir Shrines, Abominations; and with cursed things His holy Rites, and solemn Feasts profan'd, And with thir darkness durst affront his light. First Moloch, horrid King besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents tears, Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud Thir childrens cries unheard, that past through fire To his grim Idol. Him the Ammonite Worshipt in Rabba and her watry Plain, In Argob and in Basan, to the stream Of utmost Arnon. Not content with such Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart Of Solomon he led by fraud to build His Temple right against the Temple of God On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove The pleasant Vally of Hinnom, Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd, the Type of Hell. Next Chemos, th' obscene dread of Moabs Sons, From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild Of Southmost Abarim; in Hesebon And Heronaim, Seons Realm, beyond The flowry Dale of Sibma clad with Vines, And Eleale to th' Asphaltick Pool. Peor his other Name, when he entic'd Israel in Sittim on thir march from Nile To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe. Yet thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd Even to that Hill of scandal, but the Grove Of Moloch homicide, lust hard by hate; Till good Josiah drove them hence to Hell. With these cam they, who from the bordring flood Of old Euphrates to the Brook that parts Egypt from Syrian ground, had general names Of Baalim and Ashtaroth, those male, These Feminine. For Spirits when they please Can either Sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is thir Essence pure, Nor ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose Dilated or condens't, bright or obscure, Can execute thir aerie purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfill. For those the Race of Israel oft forsook Thir living strength, and unfrequented left His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down To bestial Gods; for which thir heads as low Bow'd down in Battel, sunk before the Spear Of despicable foes. With these in troop Came Astoreth, whom the Phoenicians call'd Astarte, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns; To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon Sidonian Virgins paid thir Vows and Songs, In Sion also not unsung, where stood Her Temple on th' offensive Mountain, built By that uxorious King, whose heart though large, Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell To idols foul. Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian Damsels to lament his fate In amorous dittyes all a Summers day, While smooth Adonis from his native Rock Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded; the Love-tale Infected Sions daughters with like heat, Whose wanton passions in the sacred Porch Ezekial saw, when by the Vision led His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries Of alienated Judah. Next came one Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge, Where he fell flat, and sham'd his Worshipers: Dagon his Name, Sea Monster, upward Man And downward Fish: yet had his Temple high Rear'd in Azotus, dreaded through the Coast Of Palestine, in Gath and Ascalon And Accaron and Gaza's frontier bounds. Him follow'd Rimmon, whose delightful Seat Was fair Damascus, on the fertil Banks Of Abbana and Pharphar, lucid streams. He also against the house of God was bold: A Leper once he lost and gain'd a King, Ahaz his sottish Conquerour, whom he drew Gods Altar to disparage and displace For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn His odious offrings, and adore the Gods Whom he had vanquisht. After these appear'd A crew who under Names of old Renown, Osiris, Isis, Orus and thir Train With monstrous shapes and sorceries abus'd Fanatic Egypt and her Priests, to seek Thir wandring Gods Disguis'd in brutish forms Rather then human. Nor did Israel scape Th' infection when thir borrow'd Gold compos'd The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan, Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox, Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke Both her first born and all her bleating Gods Belial came last, then whom a Spirit more lewd Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood Or Altar smoak'd; yet who more oft then hee In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest Turns Atheist, as did Ely's Sons, who fill'd With lust and violence the house of God. In Courts and Palaces he also Reigns And in luxurious Cities, where the noyse Of riot ascends above thir loftiest Towrs, And injury and outrage: And when Night Darkens the Streets, then wander forth the Sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Witness the Streets of Sodom, and that night In Gibeah, when the hospitable door Expos'd a Matron to avoid worse rape. These were the prime in order and in might; The rest were long to tell, though far renown'd, Th' Ionian Gods, of Javans issue held Gods, yet confest later then Heav'n and Earth Thir boasted Parents; Titan Heav'ns first born With his enormous brood, and birthright seis'd By younger Saturn, he from mightier Jove His own and Rhea's Son like measure found; So Jove usurping reign'd: these first in Creet And Ida known, thence on the Snowy top Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle Air Thir highest Heav'n; or on the Delphian Cliff, Or in Dodona, and through all the bounds Of Doric Land; or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to th' Hesperian Fields, And ore the Celtic roam'd the utmost Isles. All these and more came flocking; but with looks Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd Obscure some glimps of joy, to have found thir chief Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost In loss itself; which on his count'nance cast Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently rais'd Thir fanting courage, and dispel'd thir fears. Then strait commands that at the warlike sound Of Trumpets loud and Clarions be upreard His mighty Standard; that proud honour claim'd Azazel as his right, a Cherube tall: Who forthwith from the glittering Staff unfurld Th' Imperial Ensign, which full high advanc't Shon like a Meteor streaming to the Wind With Gemms and Golden lustre rich imblaz'd, Seraphic arms and Trophies: all the while Sonorous mettal blowing Martial sounds: At which the universal Host upsent A shout that tore Hells Concave, and beyond Frighted the Reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air With Orient Colours waving: with them rose A Forrest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms Appear'd, and serried Shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd To hight of noblest temper Hero's old Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat, Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds. Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now Advanc't in view, they stand, a horrid Front Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield, Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief Had to impose: He through the armed Files Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse The whole Battalion views, thir order due, Thir visages and stature as of Gods, Thir number last he summs. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength Glories: For never since created man, Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these Could merit more then that small infantry Warr'd on by Cranes: though all the Giant brood Of Phlegra with th' Heroic Race were joyn'd That fought at Theb's and Ilium, on each side Mixt with auxiliar Gods; and what resounds In Fable or Romance of Uthers Sons Begirt with British and Armoric Knights; And all who since Baptiz'd or Infidel Jousted in Aspramont or Montalban, Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore When Charlemain with all his Peerage fell By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd Thir dread commander: he above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent Stood like a Towr; his form had yet not lost All her Original brightness, nor appear'd Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess Of Glory obscur'd; As when the Sun new ris'n Looks through the Horizontal misty Air Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds On half the Nations, and with fear of change Perplexes Monarch. Dark'n'd so, yet shon Above them all th' Arch Angel; but his face Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd For ever now to have thir lot in pain, Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood, Thir Glory witherd. As when Heavens Fire Hath scath'd the Forrest Oaks, or Mountain Pines, With singed top thir stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted Heath. He now prepar'd To speak; whereat thir doubl'd Ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his Peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spight of scorn, Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words interwove with sighs found out thir way. O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers Matchless, but with th' Almighty, and that strife Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change Hateful to utter: but what power of mind Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd, How such united force of Gods, how such As stood like these, could ever know repulse? For who can yet beleeve, though after loss, That all these puissant Legions, whose exile Hath emptied Heav'n, shall fail to re-ascend Self-rais'd, and repossess thir native seat? For mee be witness all the Host of Heav'n, If counsels different, or danger shun'd By mee, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one secure Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute, Consent or custome, and his Regal State Put forth at full, but still his strength conceal'd, Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall. Henceforth his might we know, and know our own So as not either to provoke, or dread New warr, provok't; our better part remains To work in close design, by fraud or guile What force effected not: that he no less At length from us may find, who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Space may produce new Worlds; whereof so rife There went a fame in Heav'n that he ere long Intended to create, and therein plant A generation, whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven: Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps Our first eruption, thither or elsewhere: For this Infernal Pit shall never hold Caelestial Spirits in Bondage, nor th' Abyss Long under darkness cover. But these thoughts Full Counsel must mature: Peace is despaird, For who can think Submission? Warr then, Warr Open or understood must be resolv'd. He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped Arms Clash'd on thir sounding Shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the Vault of Heav'n. There stood a hill not far whose griesly top Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic Ore, The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed A numerous Brigad hasten'd. As when Bands Of Pioners with Spade and Pickax arm'd Forerun the Royal Camp, to trench a Field, Or cast a Rampart. Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From heav'n, for ev'n in heav'n his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold, Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific: by him first Men also, and by his suggestion taught Ransack'd the Center, and with impious hands Rifl'd the bowels of thir mother Earth For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire That riches grow in Hell; that soyle may best Deserve the precious bane. And here let those Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell Of Babel, and the works of Memphian Kings Learn how thir greatest Monuments of Fame, And Strength and Art are easily out-done By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour What in an age they with incessant toyle And hands innumerable scarce perform. Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude With wond'rous Art found out the massie Ore, Severing each kind, and scum'd the Bullion dross: A third as soon had form'd within the ground A various mould, and from the boyling cells By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook, As in an Organ from one blast of wind To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths. Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a Temple, where Pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With Golden Architrave; nor did there want Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures grav'n, The Roof was fretted Gold. Not Babilon, Nor great Alcairo such magnificence Equal'd in all thir glories, to inshrine Belus or Serapis thir Gods, or seat Thir Kings, when Aegypt with Assyria strove In wealth and luxurie. Th' ascending pile Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth And level pavement: from the arched roof Pendant by suttle Magic many a row Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus yeilded light As from a sky. The hasty multitude Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise And some the Architect: his hand was known In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high, Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence, And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King Exalted to such power, and gave to rule, Each in his Hierarchie, the Orders bright. Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements; from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th' Aegaean Ile: thus they relate, Erring; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape By all his Engins, but was headlong sent With his industrious crew to build in hell. Mean while the winged Haralds by command Of Sovran power, with awful Ceremony And Trumpets sound throughout the Host proclaim A solemn Councel forthwith to be held At Pandaemonium, the high Capital Of Satan and his Peers: thir summons call'd From every Band and squared Regiment By place or choice the worthiest; they anon With hunderds and with thousands trooping came Attended: all access was throng'd, the Gates And Porches wide, but chief the spacious Hall (Though like a cover'd field, where Champions bold Wont ride in arm'd, and at the Soldans chair Defi'd the best of Panim chivalry To mortal combat or carreer with Lance) Thick swarm'd, both on the ground and in the air, Brusht with the hiss of russling wings. As Bees In spring time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth thir populous youth about the Hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Flie to and fro, or on the smoothed Plank, The suburb of thir Straw-built Cittadel, New rub'd with Baum, expatiate and confer Thir State affairs. So thick the aerie crowd Swarm'd and were straitn'd; till the Signal giv'n Behold a wonder! they but now who seemd In bigness to surpass Earths Giant Sons Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faerie Elves, Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side Or Fountain some belated Peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while over-head the Moon Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth and dance Intent, with jocond Music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms Reduc'd thir shapes immense, and were at large, Though without number still amidst the Hall Of that infernal Court. But far within And in thir own dimensions like themselves The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim In close recess and secret conclave sat A thousand Demy-Gods on golden seat's, Frequent and full. After short silence then And summons read, the great consult began.

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