Neutralized

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Seems like fading away into the unknown...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Wanted!

Rare(!) Sleep Chamber-related and Intrinsic Action material.

Any help will be greatly appreciated!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

General Security: The Liquidation of Opium (1925)

And you, lucid madmen, consumptives, cancer-ridden, chronic meningitics, you are the misunderstood.
There is a point in you that no doctor will ever understand and it is this point which, for me, saves you and makes you majestic, pure and marvelous :
You are outside life, you are above life, you have pains which the ordinary man does not know, you go beyond the normal level and this is why men are against you, you are poisoning their quietude, you are the dissolvers of their stability.
You have irrepressible pains, the essence of which is that they are unadaptable to any known state, incomprehensible to words. You have repeated and unceasing pains, insoluble pains, pains beyond thought, pains which are neither in the body nor the soul, but which belong to both.
And as for me, I participate in your ills, and I ask you :
who dares measure the tranquilizer for you?
In the name of what superior light, soul to soul, can they understand us, we who are at the very root of knowledge and clarity.
And this on account of our insistence, our persistence in suffering.
We, whom pain makes journey into our souls in search of a calm place to cling to, in search of stability in evil, as the others search for it in good -
We aren't mad, we're marevelous doctors, we know the necessary dose for the soul, for sensibility, for the marrow, for thought.
We want to be left in peace, the sick must be left in peace,
we ask nothing of men, we ask only for relief of our ills.
We have well evaluated our life, we know how much restriction it contains confronted by others, and especially confronted by ourselves.
We know to what willing flabbiness, to what renunciation of ourselves, to what paralysis of subtleties our malady forces us every day.
We are not commiting suicide right away.
Let us be left in peace in the meanwhile.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Chaos/Sigil Magick.

Chaos Magick - Quick Guide to Practical Magick
Frater U.D. - Practical Sigil Magic

A.O.Spare - Anathema of Zos

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Genesis P-Orridge And Splinter Test - Thee Fractured Garden; Discourses on innocence devoured

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Discourse Four: Freedom is a Sickness

We are dumped unceremoniously
From ugly torn vaginas
With no innate rights;
No inviolate dignity; No implicit destiny.
Minor shadows, that are little more
than random vehicles of inefficient flesh.

Rising caterwauling
These insatiable shriveled parasites,
Make constant pathetic squealing demands.
Sucking each generation
Into sentimental servitude.
Lessened only by an even greater
Comparative insignificance.
Lined up for execution alongside death.
Virulent sadism so quaintly termed "Life".

FREEDOM IS A SICKNESS.

A living, clawing, fabrication.
A self-deceiving expression of resistance
To the worthlessness and debilitating
SICKNESS OF FREEDOM.

Each individual consumes another
In a hate-filled frenzy of emotional cannibalism.
Hysterical orgies of procreation that supply
mediocre fodder from the masses
To the inertia of the mass.
Each filthy speck reflected
in a vomit of infantile arrogance.

Freedom Is A Sickness.
Chained and shackled by your myths
You espouse "Freedom"
And you breed captivity.
you plan puerile palaces
And build disease ridden dungeons.
SLAVES, SLAVES.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN FREEDOM?
As you serve your flesh
On golden platters
To those that you would trust,
Do you sense the comedy that you are?
At the banquet that marks your unclean demise
Do you weep sour tears of knowledge
Into the sweet wine held aloft
To toast your insignificance?

FREEDOM IS A SICKNESS.
You have No Rights! No Priviledges!
No place in the scheme of things.
Mere cattle you wander weakly in paltry places
Begging to be brought to your knees and slaughtered.
This prodigal gift you laughingly call grace is yours, for no reason.
All sense of choise is delusion. All dignity is but restriction.
For death is the end.
And you will be trampled into the dust of your offspring.
Each breath you take
Is but the smoke of your charnel house.
The dread flame that devours time itself
is fueled by your defecation.
FREEDOM IS A SICKNESS.

Ultraculture Journal 1

Merzbow / Genesis P-Orridge - A Perfect Pain [1999, cold spring]

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All Beauty is Our Enemy

Ah, my friends
These are needfully sadistic times
Pettiness rules each day
And blatant corruption is emblazoned in
The highest places
Corruption is seen as
Quite forgiveably virtuous
The charmed live empty lives
And the replete live charmingly

And is this not all dreadfully appropriate?
Brutally entertaining?
In those mythical quagmires of morbid
Ocean, so long ago, I would sooner
Concur that it was a molecular ugliness
That parasitized carbon and gave it
Pretension.
Indeed, it was molecular ugliness that made
You and I.
For is not water and carbon not the source
Of these “flesh vehicles” we so stupidly
Protect?

No splendor of random lightning
Nor angelic creatures with an impossible
Fervor for defeatism
Created us. No! We are mere accidents of
Nature and nature has no intention, no
Morality, no sentiment, no love.
Nature is merely accident, and if you were in
The accident,
God help you.

These laughable dreams uphold beauty as a
Quintessential golden thread in a maze of
Weak nobility.
Nature is their mother
Suckling us as pure untainted infants in a
Perfect garden.
Spoiled only by the errors of a few.
Empowered by our mysterious flaw.
Our destiny, to find our way back
To the light and escape the ugly demon
So unspeakably hideous at the

Black center of our beginnings.
God.

Yeah! Right!
I don’t think so…!
I don’t think so.

Oh, thin insipid lullabies of compliance!
Do we not see the ripping flesh
Of countless pretty creatures
As they become sustenance for the
Grotesque lust all bodies require
As an indefatigable right?

I don’t think so.
I don’t think so.

There is no beauty here
No higher purpose
Than limitless devouring
And mutilation
The program dear blinkered friends
If program there is
Is
Survival
The program.

Survival by assimilation
Survival by annihilation
Survival by abomination
This is our lot

Survival by assimilation
Survival by annihilation
Survival by abomination
This is our lot.

Our mortality wounded
Blind endeavor
There is no dignity here
No honor in this grotesque carnal
Craving
There is no dignity here.

Ah yes! But wait! Tell me quick!
You are here to save us all
God
You are our priest, our light
God. Our conscience
God. Our eyes
The selfless creator of beauty culled

Beautiful things
God. You say. God.
God you say, God.

Survival by assimilation
Survival by annihilation
Survival by abomination
Survival by ejaculation

This is our lot

Ah yes! See beauty in everything you say
God
Stop! Right there God
Let me remind you of that you would exhale.
God.
God. Those who find beautiful meanings,
God.
In ugly things are corrupt God
Without charming God
They are pathetic God
God. This is a fault. God.

Survival by assimiliation
Survival by annihilation
Survival by abomination
Survival by ejaculation

This is our lot

These mediocrities
God they are our down fall
God.

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excerpts from "Source Are Rare"

"...re-MIND your SELF, Your very OWN self, As you learn to OWN your SELF
As you own your MIND, Your body. Your body."

"...You were paid by cowering wretches
who hide away in perverse churches of so-called
POWER!
And, as we all know,
POWER Is often, Very quiet."

"These corridors are like a funhouse
That leads me to see everything and
SPEAK
NOT
AT
ALL.".

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

black metal.

DEAD REPTILE SHRINE
Dead reptile shrine - A journey through the darkest of forests
Dead reptile shrine - split with Torturium
Dead Reptile Shrine - N.t.K
Dead reptile shrine - Isth narai ja
The Jewel Throne 3xCDR:
disc 1 - the gates into the underworld
disc 2 - pohjantähden lapset
disc 3 - helvetenskap

Zersetzung - Hass In Vollkommener Reinheit
Trimorphes Zentrum Xul - Novus oriens (2000 demo)
Gräuen Pestanz - Gathering of Shadows IV - ¨Synod of Lost Souls¨
Trörkrvisätänsrökrëh - Khr'iirëëh Zÿsthlkonr Tsavlr Kélsäth Trörkrvisätäns
HELL ICON

Gnaw Their Tongues - For All Slaves...A Song Of False Hope
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Hail Ganzir - Blood Guts and Satanism
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Rehtaf Ruo - Boiled in goat blood
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Armatus - Satanist
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Akihma - Apud Excessum
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Akihma - Ater Letum
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Pazuzu [aus] - The urilia text