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| I’m turning my back on you, I’m not listening. Keep your bread and circuses, I refuse to participate in your sterile world. I shall create my own. I don’t wanna wear your company logo. Your labels are like a heraldric inversion. A shallow coat of arms for the unthinking fashion victim, a motif of slavery stitched to a downtrodden breast. I don’t want to work in your fucking offices or shed my sweat on your factory floor. I don’t want to send my children to your schools so that you can pollute their minds and turn them against me. The writings on the wall. I can hear you screaming. Desperate and forlorn. Clutching at thin straws. You’re sinking. You’re falling. Adam Smith lies bruised and dying. you’re making one final effort to control, to dominate, to bludgeon into a global Superstate. A CCTV goldfish bowl where the uniformed pigs snap at our heels like frenzied sharks. Governmental pawns, minds grey and hearts cold as stone. Once we stop listening to your lies you turn into a hysterical child, starved with attention, so you send in the mercenaries, professional killers, sending cluster bombs into the streets and truncheons into groins. This is the doctrine of awakening. A revolt against the modern world. It’s a war of the spirit in the cause of the few. Our metaphysicians are coming to rip your materialist heads off. (Take this!) Jihad in the gonads of the fat cat, in his top hat, fucking twat. (Take that!) Indifference, inattentiveness, negligence, scorn. The Anarch waits on the periphery, waiting for you to die. Our legions sip Molotov cocktails and toast the clear morning. Then, as your diseased State continues to weaken under the weight of it’s own hypocrisy, you will be swept aside, superfluous to requirements. A broken statue before the new world, Our World! A silent echo in the ears of the impervious. We shall move on, without you, pushing your rotting corpse under the grinding wheels of freedom. Onwards and upwards, released from the artificial decrepitude of your class system, before entering the Golden Age of the new Aristocratic Elite. I declare war on the world War in outer space I declare war in a nutshell War all over the place I declare war on every government War against all odds I declare war on your inner sanctum On your blood thirsty gods I declare war on the axis of morons All out war on complacent consent I declare war on the war against drugs Rape and Slaughter of the innocent War on big brother Warmongers and profiteers War on your dogma dubya Armageddon's engineers War in a heartbeat I declare war on so-called civilization World trade globalization Organized desinformation War on ambassadors of pretense War on MTV and CNN Macdonald's walt disney and bethlehem On christina britney and eminem I declare war on the world of anti-choice On violent unilaterality On the amassment of murderous high-tech toys And all crimes against humanity War on the moral majority On corparate.com imperialism On mindlessly bumbling stupidity And police-state terrorism Integral Tradition: [link] Synthesis: [link] Cultural survival: [link] Green Anarchy: [link] Pentti Linkola; [link] Elonkehä: [link] Rune-Gild: [link] Azazelin Tähti: [link] Ixaxaar occult literature: [link] My lastfm profile: [link] |
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- Current Residence: Ruins of Utopia
- Interests: Left Hand-Path, Rune Magic, Hermeticism, Metahistory & Politics, Tradition, Buddhism
- Favourite movie: Harold & Maude, The Machinist, Spider
- Favourite genre of music: Noise, Power Electronics, Neofolk, Neoclassical, Martial Industrial, Dark & Ritual Ambient
- Favourite poet or writer: H.P. Lovecraft, Julius Evola, Oswald Spengler, Nietzsche, Pentti Linkola, René Guenon
- Favourite game: Fallout 3, Oblivion, The Witcher
- Personal Quote: Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends
- Website: http://www.rosenoire.org/
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*eating at a japanese resto with dave*
me: *munchmunch* the bellsprouts are good!
dave: ga, those are beansprouts, bell sprout's a pokemon
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*eating at a japanese resto with dave*
me: *munchmunch* the bellsprouts are good!
dave: ga, those are beansprouts, bell sprout's a pokemon
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"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow ...- and as I close my eyes in sadness a thousand seasons come and go ..."
Minulla oli ihan sama juttu, en Ilosaareen päässyt menemään.
Mutta nyt onneksi pääsee
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"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow ...- and as I close my eyes in sadness a thousand seasons come and go ..."
very nice interests and taste you have!
and this page to which you are giving link I know from a long loong time!thank's for directing me back
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