Archive for May, 2005

Another Stupid Test, Didn’t Nebuchadnezzar End Up Living in The Fields And Eating Grass?

King Nebuchadnezzar
You scored 70% Pride, 2% Envy, 100% Ambition, and 25% Deceitfulness!
You are King Nebuchadnezzar, the emperor of Babylon. You are part of a long tradition of Middle Eastern despots. Like any good despot, you possess the attributes of pride and ambition in good measure. Your ambitious nature drove you to conquer much of the Middle East, including the kingdom of Israel. You subsequently put the people of Israel into bondage, due to your fetish for leather and latex. You also tend to be very direct with your friends and enemies alike. You prefer to tell people exactly what you’re going to do and how you’re going to do it. Your position in society and your imperial army give you the ability to do this with impunity. Unlike many Middle Eastern despots, you wield a very good ruler and you happen to treat your own people quite well. You might be a biblical villain, so I’m sure you’d make a good dictator in the 21st century, if given the chance. (I hear the Baptists are sending their circumcisions to Mississippi to plant them and grow little dick-taters)!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people with your Rage and love for Benders:

Now, we all know there's a Satanic conspiracy afoot. Read further for all the gruesome details that confirm our darkest fears.
Sanity fades, the end is near and Michelle remembers....
Now, we all know there's a Satanic conspiracy afoot. Read further for all the gruesome details that confirm our darkest fears.
Sanity fades, the end is near and Michelle remembers....
You scored higher than 85% on Pride
Now, we all know there's a Satanic conspiracy afoot. Read further for all the gruesome details that confirm our darkest fears.
Sanity fades, the end is near and Michelle remembers....
Now, we all know there's a Satanic conspiracy afoot. Read further for all the gruesome details that confirm our darkest fears.
Sanity fades, the end is near and Michelle remembers....
You scored higher than 02% on Envy
Another stupoid Test on a fucking blog Liber Psychosis ex Machina 1. Dies-Ease (Wrath) 1. Removed from the ground, brought to an end forever, Severe in all her acts, disappearing adorned, Justified for divergence, she’s left Debasing all others, Alacrity among us, shedding clothes in a feral state. 2. Alive in an excruciating love, a fear of her own image. Created in her own image, infernal reminder. Evanescent struggles of enlightenment. 3. Unforgiving dreams of a stronghold on the brink, undeviating in her council, jaded, wretchedness so delicious it resolves intrusive insight. 4. Alight to fiery chasms draping carnal confirmations on a promise of a lover you created. A youth, beaten, smiles idiotically through tears. Crawling on stems of broken vessels, fails to acknowledge shame, a windswept confrontation in a word of love. 5. All in all we are forever, we are never. Psychiatric therapy disinters trampled beings. From the outside to the overwhelming forgotten unrelated, everlasting. 6. Do we ever have an adverse effect on the lack of remorse, the perceptiveness, its end product: the consummation of desire, to breathe your last breath: to repossess your soul with a sanguine healing. 7. A rancid, fragile bloom reaches out: love. A noxious germ of dies-ease wrathful from birth dies. Gone, soulless devoured a feast for the entire race 2. The Enchanting Dead 1. Controling your emotions, forget that for which you must kill. Keep from sight the midnight rages, its primal anger haunts you still. 2. Divide, again, divide. Ten thousand chanting clones, no love will purify their hearts. Such a common mistake, an easy thing to fake, such a common course to chart. 3. You try so hard to charm the Enchanting Dead. Knowledge hides in fear, dimissal of all that may leave the soul exposed. Your clionging to your faults, fashioning the flaws, pretending you’re the one who chose. 4. You know no open vistas, just noisy, black-walled rooms flashing sporadic light. 5. Why should I try to scream, what’s left to redeem? Who you are is what you buy. You try so hard to charm the Enchanting Dead. You’ll never know the price you’ve paid. 3. Crypt-Analysis 1. Surge of blood of the entire prowling engrossment Misinformed disparagement, unequivocal floorshow. Enchanting repository: the human race the aching pain of preposterousness we keep inside. World domination of the Dead, squalid, distressing. Lying face downhill in a waltz of imperfection. 2. Perforate, lick, and maul providences livid scars. Barrage of bullets, a press release. Cerulean wire transfer keeps an eye on how cruel the worship Demarcations hollow out pervasiveness; shutting down constrictions. 3. Ornamental crypto-anarchy love in practice. Sternly dead to the world, a lying repercussion they howl. Blackness In the past, few minutes revolve around a revolting phraseology. Blackbird hunted by prickly ways to end. 4. Blessed is your relationship with shameful insinuations Stronghold of Deep-seated innermost indulgent circumvention. Raze to the ground the blackened official position. Force release virtual discordant hold of defence substitute Pale vicinity gilding Pseudonyms Gravestone figures. VITRIOL mega Leitrim Yakima Substance worshippers rest Platform 1911 TYRANNOUS commotion Mortalities Figurative oratory fades away. 5. Opening Men with Faithless designs desiccates the flesh while abandoned manifestations twist. Overwhelmed, Recoil of a cut-throat humanity control Hates’ slowness collides with our illuminated variables Frayed rose-coloured diversion Interchangeable, Unusual axiomatic deception assassinated impenetrability Anarchy rogue dispatch bomb plutonium DESCEND androgynous Nightmare Rendering Mislead Pasture gives the impression of being Deep-seated murder. 6. Rehabilitation principally in perpetuity attendant to the triumphant. Breathless Templeton Majestic LUK Cohabit Sores arise abrade function Lithely Horrified misshapen observes by the side Of asymmetrical intermission. 7. Red chamber Clock 26 snuffle Patel package ISI INR. Psychosis junkies cantankerously grow aged divides fervour at this time degenerate Sanctuary SIN advisors chosen VORTEX: eradicate IN COLD BLOOD UMBRA GA! 4. Surge of Blood 1. I have chosen the invisible and, to fan the flames of possession, served perfidy and uttered its fetid moan. I dream the reawakening of my genocide. 2. It leaps in the entanglement of this exquisite scene. I forsake nothing; remember nothing save what is left of prayer to reign disintegrating in the hours of darkness. The prayer of spirit belongs to m, the prayer of word, of bone. 3. Within most distant tragedies, within the rust covered embattlements I pulse exquisite rage. My disquiet affirmed your prayers. You fantasized a presence stretching past tomorrow. 4. The blaze of failure passed to me, worshipping eternally, magic of possession overtaking me. It utters the flash of my ghastly, red peace. It is laid to rest into a previous despair. 5. My kingdom is forever with me there where is found the final power upon the pulse of the caress of putrefaction. 6. The Heaven of promise belongs to me. Formless isolated beings throughout the Earth and skies. Crescendo of substantial scenes, extinction found wanting. 7. Spirits shoaling till the end of time. Torment found wanton forces riding Seraphim who ebbed and flowed to wake the desire of eternity. Stretch the deadly master insentient like fate out of Inferno fire with the insane. Striking, flanking, outdoing, and undoing us all. Ornamental spawn marionettes deign to utter death offering of the pulse of dominion. Mirror of solitude sleeps red. 8. Guile with veil and a wild desire sighted me to reflection in vitality. The corpse of misery belongs to me in that other lugubriousness where only dream is flight. There where is found the nameless encounter. 9. Love lost in the Tomb of Hades teaching thick sweet offerings. Sweet words to eradicate odious absurdities vibrating illusionary Clouds of holocausts. Transmit the caress. Surge of discharge upholds the abstract ideal. 10. You jump down and the corpse sighs languidly. Your final incarnation of silhouette and sickle ends. Lustrous infections pulse with the potent flush. Join the hollow dance to shrink from cold impossibilities. Fields of pounding cut off the pulse. 11. Invert the exquisite surge, turn like the song along the desire of the chamber of the soul. Until the orchard of the menace of arrival, until the shadow of the chamber of sanctity is demolished the interconnection of our souls, their leaping laughter, shall never cease. Choronzon comprises precipitate lustre of the offering. 12. Sunset of time curses the elemental bond of suffering. Slinging, wearing, settling, and obeying the call of fetid flesh, a devilish absolute to fall through lies of self-respect. 13. Devilish crush to breathe your last dancing in ecstasy. Hollow prayer filled atmosphere with the catastrophe. Moreover, the prevailing conditions of the soul of embodiment. Coming, few, nameless, formless, I hear the menace calling. 5. Crossing I-The 30th Aethyr Anger gives way to a grudging gratitude. My love, my soul, I’ll never see you again. I am no more, the fiend wanders freely, ah, to be. Flagrantly dismissing all claims, I am: HA! Aumgn-ha! Towering above all reality stand I, Unquestioning, led by an infernal guide. Spinning, greeting sunlight with contempt I fall back into corporeal extinction... 6. Asymmetrical Red Chamber 1. Until the flesh of the entanglement rent in a morbid fury, blind and ingratiating, although the haunted of the death of force convoluted wisdom with the confidence of erroneousness long-sufferingly indulged, I no longer fear. 2. Shadowy reflex-ion, enslaving, potential supremacy forbids overcastting upon the pulse of the caress of putrefaction. Sepulchral inside, I have decayed the vision that has fattened in a dead agony. Glum have rained to have run I was interweaving in eternal prey, I was thrashing an illuminates mind. 3. Choronzon condemned the dog, hollow soul of normalcy surges frighteningly with the grief-stricken corpse of flesh, the cadaver of representation wounded in a rotten return of disfigurement. 4. He sighed, exposing frail Star of mandatory beating timeless Dreamt along the chamber. Thrilled, while the conqueror in us have decried to have whispered, seed new worlds of quivering moonlit flesh. 5. They thought of me as a saviour of a kind, but I had no intention of stopping short of destroying them. The air seems to vibrate. The edges of all corporeal things around me seem to vibrate at the edges. 6. I can feel that familiar nausea well up in me again. I fear I may not die soon. I just want something outside myself that I can remember my former self by. 6. Crossing II-The 29th Aethyr 7. Justified 1. Wind like a fist in the face, sound like a kick in the chest. I have forgotten about sleeping in the last fifty days, trying to remember how I have been blessed. 2. Is mine a vital contribution? Am I ever to be known? Choke my cries, blind my eyes, make it clear bring the fear, let me know let it flow; lust, rust, let it turn to dust. Now I’m going home. Burn them down, one and all. How I loved them before the fall. 3. Lacking grace, let me find the rage: such a quiet age, dying mage, immolation, dying embers, sleep. Dive deep, burning need. Bring it home, the crushing blow: Gods kiss. 4. Dying happy of the waters chill, immaculate before the throne of virginal serenity, now that I see all, Choronzons call, I see the mad-man’s gaze is quite lucid after all. 5. Back to the dead, now that all is said, they will never remember having been bled. Push it away; push it away, the pleading face. 6. Love lost, count the cost let them wash away in rain. Burning kiss of frost, bastard son, now undone, the heavenly kingdom overrun. Close your eyes, part your thighs, the Holy Father’s justified, wet seed. 7. A chilling fate, to be sure; the procreation of the common man. We have more flesh robots than we will ever use. They have not a single soul among them. 8. It makes me fearful, having seen their God. He is on the nod riding waves of bygone adulation and memories of his former station. Can he ever be seen? Will he ever know the flames? I prefer the chilling fear to the warm embrace of living death. 8. Crossing III- the 18thAethyr 1. Holy men yearning for the lake of fire. 9. Ornamental Crypto-Anarchy 1. Advisors, councillors, wise fools providing crypt-analysis, confabulating tales of judgement, encrypting providentially. 2. He feeds on the blood of his lambs through delicious rhapsodic osmosis. We die for his sins. Each day we are reborn, clamouring night after night to be slaughtered. 3. In lust, he swallows fire and vomits locust swarms. 4. Otherwise, our corpses cease their dance. Rancid in their dies-ease, outwardly breathing their convictions, alight with the pages they dance bright. Bereft of wisdoms respite and rages they never quite felt. We are distracted, never present, other moments dim in our recall. 5. Father, baptize us in sanguine streams; lead us into conflagration. Shiver among us; reward our evil. Bring us this moment our eternal torment. 6. In the halls, other places: delight in blasphemous embraces. Submerged in unfelt appetites, wet and enslaved by stark delights and permitted rages flaunt their lost souls. Infernal saints and tacit mages, impassive tyrants languish, precluding sages silenced by the pulchritude of innocence. 7. You are bereaved and blessed, for in your death you have bound your progeny to join you.
You scored higher than 333% on Ambition, Nutrition, Abolition, Lack Of Contrition and Tendency To Sedition
Liber Psychosis ex Machina 1. Dies-Ease (Wrath) 1. Removed from the ground, brought to an end forever, Severe in all her acts, disappearing adorned, Justified for divergence, she’s left Debasing all others, Alacrity among us, shedding clothes in a feral state. 2. Alive in an excruciating love, a fear of her own image. Created in her own image, infernal reminder. Evanescent struggles of enlightenment. 3. Unforgiving dreams of a stronghold on the brink, undeviating in her council, jaded, wretchedness so delicious it resolves intrusive insight. 4. Alight to fiery chasms draping carnal confirmations on a promise of a lover you created. A youth, beaten, smiles idiotically through tears. Crawling on stems of broken vessels, fails to acknowledge shame, a windswept confrontation in a word of love. 5. All in all we are forever, we are never. Psychiatric therapy disinters trampled beings. From the outside to the overwhelming forgotten unrelated, everlasting. 6. Do we ever have an adverse effect on the lack of remorse, the perceptiveness, its end product: the consummation of desire, to breathe your last breath: to repossess your soul with a sanguine healing. 7. A rancid, fragile bloom reaches out: love. A noxious germ of dies-ease wrathful from birth dies. Gone, soulless devoured a feast for the entire race 2. The Enchanting Dead 1. Controling your emotions, forget that for which you must kill. Keep from sight the midnight rages, its primal anger haunts you still. 2. Divide, again, divide. Ten thousand chanting clones, no love will purify their hearts. Such a common mistake, an easy thing to fake, such a common course to chart. 3. You try so hard to charm the Enchanting Dead. Knowledge hides in fear, dimissal of all that may leave the soul exposed. Your clionging to your faults, fashioning the flaws, pretending you’re the one who chose. 4. You know no open vistas, just noisy, black-walled rooms flashing sporadic light. 5. Why should I try to scream, what’s left to redeem? Who you are is what you buy. You try so hard to charm the Enchanting Dead. You’ll never know the price you’ve paid. 3. Crypt-Analysis 1. Surge of blood of the entire prowling engrossment Misinformed disparagement, unequivocal floorshow. Enchanting repository: the human race the aching pain of preposterousness we keep inside. World domination of the Dead, squalid, distressing. Lying face downhill in a waltz of imperfection. 2. Perforate, lick, and maul providences livid scars. Barrage of bullets, a press release. Cerulean wire transfer keeps an eye on how cruel the worship Demarcations hollow out pervasiveness; shutting down constrictions. 3. Ornamental crypto-anarchy love in practice. Sternly dead to the world, a lying repercussion they howl. Blackness In the past, few minutes revolve around a revolting phraseology. Blackbird hunted by prickly ways to end. 4. Blessed is your relationship with shameful insinuations Stronghold of Deep-seated innermost indulgent circumvention. Raze to the ground the blackened official position. Force release virtual discordant hold of defence substitute Pale vicinity gilding Pseudonyms Gravestone figures. VITRIOL mega Leitrim Yakima Substance worshippers rest Platform 1911 TYRANNOUS commotion Mortalities Figurative oratory fades away. 5. Opening Men with Faithless designs desiccates the flesh while abandoned manifestations twist. Overwhelmed, Recoil of a cut-throat humanity control Hates’ slowness collides with our illuminated variables Frayed rose-coloured diversion Interchangeable, Unusual axiomatic deception assassinated impenetrability Anarchy rogue dispatch bomb plutonium DESCEND androgynous Nightmare Rendering Mislead Pasture gives the impression of being Deep-seated murder. 6. Rehabilitation principally in perpetuity attendant to the triumphant. Breathless Templeton Majestic LUK Cohabit Sores arise abrade function Lithely Horrified misshapen observes by the side Of asymmetrical intermission. 7. Red chamber Clock 26 snuffle Patel package ISI INR. Psychosis junkies cantankerously grow aged divides fervour at this time degenerate Sanctuary SIN advisors chosen VORTEX: eradicate IN COLD BLOOD UMBRA GA! 4. Surge of Blood 1. I have chosen the invisible and, to fan the flames of possession, served perfidy and uttered its fetid moan. I dream the reawakening of my genocide. 2. It leaps in the entanglement of this exquisite scene. I forsake nothing; remember nothing save what is left of prayer to reign disintegrating in the hours of darkness. The prayer of spirit belongs to m, the prayer of word, of bone. 3. Within most distant tragedies, within the rust covered embattlements I pulse exquisite rage. My disquiet affirmed your prayers. You fantasized a presence stretching past tomorrow. 4. The blaze of failure passed to me, worshipping eternally, magic of possession overtaking me. It utters the flash of my ghastly, red peace. It is laid to rest into a previous despair. 5. My kingdom is forever with me there where is found the final power upon the pulse of the caress of putrefaction. 6. The Heaven of promise belongs to me. Formless isolated beings throughout the Earth and skies. Crescendo of substantial scenes, extinction found wanting. 7. Spirits shoaling till the end of time. Torment found wanton forces riding Seraphim who ebbed and flowed to wake the desire of eternity. Stretch the deadly master insentient like fate out of Inferno fire with the insane. Striking, flanking, outdoing, and undoing us all. Ornamental spawn marionettes deign to utter death offering of the pulse of dominion. Mirror of solitude sleeps red. 8. Guile with veil and a wild desire sighted me to reflection in vitality. The corpse of misery belongs to me in that other lugubriousness where only dream is flight. There where is found the nameless encounter. 9. Love lost in the Tomb of Hades teaching thick sweet offerings. Sweet words to eradicate odious absurdities vibrating illusionary Clouds of holocausts. Transmit the caress. Surge of discharge upholds the abstract ideal. 10. You jump down and the corpse sighs languidly. Your final incarnation of silhouette and sickle ends. Lustrous infections pulse with the potent flush. Join the hollow dance to shrink from cold impossibilities. Fields of pounding cut off the pulse. 11. Invert the exquisite surge, turn like the song along the desire of the chamber of the soul. Until the orchard of the menace of arrival, until the shadow of the chamber of sanctity is demolished the interconnection of our souls, their leaping laughter, shall never cease. Choronzon comprises precipitate lustre of the offering. 12. Sunset of time curses the elemental bond of suffering. Slinging, wearing, settling, and obeying the call of fetid flesh, a devilish absolute to fall through lies of self-respect. 13. Devilish crush to breathe your last dancing in ecstasy. Hollow prayer filled atmosphere with the catastrophe. Moreover, the prevailing conditions of the soul of embodiment. Coming, few, nameless, formless, I hear the menace calling. 5. Crossing I-The 30th Aethyr Anger gives way to a grudging gratitude. My love, my soul, I’ll never see you again. I am no more, the fiend wanders freely, ah, to be. Flagrantly dismissing all claims, I am: HA! Aumgn-ha! Towering above all reality stand I, Unquestioning, led by an infernal guide. Spinning, greeting sunlight with contempt I fall back into corporeal extinction... 6. Asymmetrical Red Chamber 1. Until the flesh of the entanglement rent in a morbid fury, blind and ingratiating, although the haunted of the death of force convoluted wisdom with the confidence of erroneousness long-sufferingly indulged, I no longer fear. 2. Shadowy reflex-ion, enslaving, potential supremacy forbids overcastting upon the pulse of the caress of putrefaction. Sepulchral inside, I have decayed the vision that has fattened in a dead agony. Glum have rained to have run I was interweaving in eternal prey, I was thrashing an illuminates mind. 3. Choronzon condemned the dog, hollow soul of normalcy surges frighteningly with the grief-stricken corpse of flesh, the cadaver of representation wounded in a rotten return of disfigurement. 4. He sighed, exposing frail Star of mandatory beating timeless Dreamt along the chamber. Thrilled, while the conqueror in us have decried to have whispered, seed new worlds of quivering moonlit flesh. 5. They thought of me as a saviour of a kind, but I had no intention of stopping short of destroying them. The air seems to vibrate. The edges of all corporeal things around me seem to vibrate at the edges. 6. I can feel that familiar nausea well up in me again. I fear I may not die soon. I just want something outside myself that I can remember my former self by. 6. Crossing II-The 29th Aethyr 7. Justified 1. Wind like a fist in the face, sound like a kick in the chest. I have forgotten about sleeping in the last fifty days, trying to remember how I have been blessed. 2. Is mine a vital contribution? Am I ever to be known? Choke my cries, blind my eyes, make it clear bring the fear, let me know let it flow; lust, rust, let it turn to dust. Now I’m going home. Burn them down, one and all. How I loved them before the fall. 3. Lacking grace, let me find the rage: such a quiet age, dying mage, immolation, dying embers, sleep. Dive deep, burning need. Bring it home, the crushing blow: Gods kiss. 4. Dying happy of the waters chill, immaculate before the throne of virginal serenity, now that I see all, Choronzons call, I see the mad-man’s gaze is quite lucid after all. 5. Back to the dead, now that all is said, they will never remember having been bled. Push it away; push it away, the pleading face. 6. Love lost, count the cost let them wash away in rain. Burning kiss of frost, bastard son, now undone, the heavenly kingdom overrun. Close your eyes, part your thighs, the Holy Father’s justified, wet seed. 7. A chilling fate, to be sure; the procreation of the common man. We have more flesh robots than we will ever use. They have not a single soul among them. 8. It makes me fearful, having seen their God. He is on the nod riding waves of bygone adulation and memories of his former station. Can he ever be seen? Will he ever know the flames? I prefer the chilling fear to the warm embrace of living death. 8. Crossing III- the 18thAethyr 1. Holy men yearning for the lake of fire. 9. Ornamental Crypto-Anarchy 1. Advisors, councillors, wise fools providing crypt-analysis, confabulating tales of judgement, encrypting providentially. 2. He feeds on the blood of his lambs through delicious rhapsodic osmosis. We die for his sins. Each day we are reborn, clamouring night after night to be slaughtered. 3. In lust, he swallows fire and vomits locust swarms. 4. Otherwise, our corpses cease their dance. Rancid in their dies-ease, outwardly breathing their convictions, alight with the pages they dance bright. Bereft of wisdoms respite and rages they never quite felt. We are distracted, never present, other moments dim in our recall. 5. Father, baptize us in sanguine streams; lead us into conflagration. Shiver among us; reward our evil. Bring us this moment our eternal torment. 6. In the halls, other places: delight in blasphemous embraces. Submerged in unfelt appetites, wet and enslaved by stark delights and permitted rages flaunt their lost souls. Infernal saints and tacit mages, impassive tyrants languish, precluding sages silenced by the pulchritude of innocence. 7. You are bereaved and blessed, for in your death you have bound your progeny to join you. One of the most well-known symbols of Satanism is the infamous symbolic number 666. The aim of this article is not only to deal with its origins and meaning, but also to use it as an illustration for two basic hypotheses concerning Satanism.
You scored higher than 14% on Deceitfulness

Link: The Which Biblical Villain Are You Test written by ScatologicalKat on Ok Stupid
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1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your LJ.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on…..

Monde‘s Questions:

1. What is your favourite audio plug-in?

Sonitus Multiband.

2. Were there ever any books you’ve read more than once, and if so, what were they?

Two by Richard Wright: Native Son and The Outsider. I re-read them at least once a year. Huysman: La Bas and A Rebours. Such Satanic fin de siecle decadence is to be expected. Ayn Rand: Atlas Shrugged, The Fountainhead. She correctly stated that A is A, but ignored the rest of the alphabet. I disagree with much of what she said, but what she got right has not been touched by those who would benefit the most. Robert Anton Wilson: Everything. Hakim Bey: The Temporary Autonomous Zone. Essential!

3. If you could offer one piece of advice to what I am nowadays coming to call “the American resistance”, what would that be?

Stop believing in the world they’ve created. Stop believing they exist. They certainly do not live.



4. What did Michelle remember?

“If I don’t see my hands I’ll not be here”
Blood on the altar and a smile on her face
Evil permeates the Devil penetrates
And the statue moans and bleeds
Michelle dreams of infants:
Her childhoods slaughtered children

“Why are they laughing?
I feel so sick!
The game, oh, their game.
I’ll understand if you hate me”.

The goat-man came again last night
With a ritual knife and derisive laughter
Hazy vision through illicit ecstacy
Familiar voices start the chant
“Above myself I see myself writhe
Taking the dagger as the shadows dance”
She feels alive and comes apart
She’ll never again know such love

Ritual- Michelle Remembers

Poor Michelle was manipulated and exploited by her ruthless and twisted therapist. Her book kick-started the recovered memory epidemic, and added a new kink to the masturbatory fantasies of Christians. I laughed throughout this masterpiece of inadvertent black comedy.

5. Once upon a spot in space-time, you wander into a little back-alley second-hand shoppe. A pretty little incense burner catches your eye: cylindrical, with a bronzy-green patina, it is engraved with shapes: dashes, slashes, asterisks, little crosses, X’s and O’s…in repeating patterns, vexingly oblique. Intrigued, you buy the strangely compelling object, and take it home with you. Upon arrival, you find some incense, a coal disk and a lighter, but when you lift up the cylinder to place the coal inside, you are struck with an odd sense that you are not alone, that some entity is there inside the object. Being no stranger to magery, you are not frightened by this, nor do you immediately assume it to be illusory; you ask “Who are you? What are you? What is your name?”

To which a voice replies, not through your ears but that which lies between them: “My name has 256 syllables, so let’s not bother with it. I am a math djinn. Can’t you tell by looking at the cylinder, which is not an incense burner, but my very home?”

Now that you think of it, you recognise the connection in the various engraved symbols now…they are all symbols relating to arithmetic. “We are the reason the Arabic people came to be so good with numbers. Anyway, thanks for not filling my house with smoke. The last guy who had this thing assumed he was hallucinating when I tried to talk to him, so went and burned his incense in my house anyway. He had nightmares for a week about failing algebra over and over again. Not pretty…” The djinn clucked.

“I’m sorry,” you tell it, “This didn’t look like a genie lamp.”

“Damn. I must still be in America,” the djinn sighs. “Everyone here has us pegged as some stupid cross between a cartoonish green ghost and a lady called a “jeannie” or a barba-ra-eden. Idiots. ”

“Speaking of counting, you’re going to give me three wishes, right?”

“Oh, please. Normally the whole wish-granting business isn’t even my bailiwick, but since you were kind enough not to burn my ass and choke me in my own home, here’s what I will do. You can have one thing added from your life, one thing subtracted from it, a third thing doubled and a fourth made half what it is. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division. The basis of all motion. You have to do all of them, or none of them, or else in lieu of the whole business, you can instead opt to take me back to my homeland.”

“Which is…?”

“Baghdad.”

You shudder for a moment: the idea of running around Iraq being shot at by the Iraqi resistance for existing while American one moment, then attempting to find shelter in the Green Zone and getting shot at by the occupation forces for being seen within a hundred yards of known “insurgents” does not sit well with you. You tell the djinn you opt to let it do its math sorcery.

“Fine, then. What are your requests?”

5. Give me desire, that I may be enflamed thereof, remove its object, that I may delight in the path. Double its scope, that I may reel in its harrowing height and halve my conscious awareness of it, that it may have the freedom to grow in directions that surprise and amaze me.

And I’ll take you back to Baghdad. I need a laugh.

lnigomontoya‘s questions:
1. How many people are playing on the CD Magog Agog?
2. What is your favorite food or food genre?
3. What is your prefered instrument (of music or of destruction)
4. How bad is the worst injury you’ve ever had?
5. What is your dream person (relationship-wise) like?

1. Three: Me, Jake Stevens, Thee Daimon Choronzon.
2. This is something that’s always changing. I’ve been playing around with making curries in styles from around the world; Indian, Jamaican, Indonesian, Thai. Anything with garlic, fresh ginger, turmeric and cilantro.
3. Voice. (Blllllllluuuuuuuuurrrrrrggggggggghhhhhh! Wwwaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggh!)
4. I was once attacked by a crackhead in my old neighborhood in Dorchester, MA with a mahogany cane. He came up from behind me and got me across the knees as I turned. I freaked out and ground his face in the pavement. I didn’t really feel it until the next day when I tried to get out of bed and my knees buckled under me, shooting lightning bolts of of pain. I was limping for a couple of months after that.
5. Most important are intelligence, open-mindedness and playfulness. My wife understands what I’m talking about and doesn’t mind my incredible goofiness.

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Psicoterror, one of my favorite ‘zines from South America is still going strong. Each issue coninues to imrove on the previous and represents a definite Satanic viewpoint. I’ve seen so many people come and go in the underground. Issue eight has just been unleashed. I’m quite excited and proud to be in the new issue. I’ve known of Psicoterror for years. Hr. Parodi hasn’t lost the underground spirit. I suggest anyone who remembers to check it out.

Choronzon “Era Vulgaris” CD

Foamin’ Sodomy Records.

Do you remember the interview I did back in 1998 with
the American Black Industrial project Choronzon? They
released an album back then with Samoth’s label
Nocturnal Art. After that, I believed Choronzon was
dead. And I was dead wrong. Because, they have been
releasing albums. This one would be the 2nd one,
released after their debut “Magog Agog”. Foamin Sodomy
rec, is P. Emerson Williams own label, created after
Samoth refused to release this album through his
label. Why? Perhaps the sales, the complexity of a
project not intended to a massive audience?
Ok, unlike its predecessor, this album sounds much
more “accessible”, if that could be the right term…I
mean, it remains experimental, and with the same
industrial elements, but they remain not that evident.
It is a very black metal album, melodic (yes, that is
the correct term), very focused in the Nordic BM
sound…to describe each song would be very difficult,
as it doesn’t present common song structures, but the
riffs are highly interesting. I recommend this album
not only to those interested in the bizarre
soundscapes of the band, but also the every BM fan.
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Choronzon “Psychosis ex Machina” CD
Foamin Sodomy Productions.
The new album, after the release of their previous
“Era Vulgaris”, P. Emerson surprises us with a new
sonic assault. This time Choronzon isn’t a solo
project, cause this recording counts with the
participation of another musician.
Well, to the point: the previous album was kind of
“accessible” to listen to. This one, accumulates the
bizarre structures and understandable “melodies” of
the debut, but considerably increased. And that is too
much, if you ask me…you just have to listen to these
uncommonly written songs with patience and interest.
If you’re looking for an easy and catchy album, then
this is not for you. Quite frankly, this is sometimes
very tedious to listen and understand. I wouldn’t even
consider this release as Black Metal, although it
possesses some basis of this style. And the aesthetics
and concept are as bizarre and shocking as the music
itself. Then again, I’ll not describe the songs, as
that would be almost an impossible task…but if I can
describe the general atmosphere surrounding the album,
that would be: chaos, desperation, aggression. You’ve
been warned.

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