What must one do, to please the goddess with her sexy but dangerous charms. Must one take wine and strange drugs, bathe in the rivers of fucksville, bow at the Kaaba while on LSD or choke on a dead rat you found in the gutter (they're sometimes good when they're fresh).
If you find yourself naked and alone, will the forest comfort you or will it fuck you up the ass?
These questions still bother me.
I want to be Eris' little doll for a moment, but just a moment. The Chastisement Ray is a marvelous, magnificent beauty. One day, I will fulfill my role in the Oopist fallacy, all will be restored and the Law Of Thelema will be abolished by logic and reasoning. All is a curse.
Nudity and Scientology beat masturbating in open traffic, but only by a little bit. All ideas are recycled, there are no new ideas - even new ideas. All is variation, all is death, all is Chaos, all is fun and excitement.
The legions of millionaires will bank of our fortunes but they will not gain true enlightenment. Stamp down the wretched and the weak, then offer them money but don't give them an advantage. Politics is for the weak-minded, science is for the lonely at heart, religion is for the lazy and philosophy is for those who can't get laid.
This rock in space knows how to rock!