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invocation

A thing makes the brain malleable. Those of us who get off on having our minds blown, by having our beliefs challenged, we crave being put off balance, and having to ground ourselves with only our instinct.

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Excerpt From the Americ Book of the Dead

The old woman’s body on a platform that fills the cave, pallid skin, leathered face, lower lip stretched up over the upper, sutured in place with a skinned twig, eyes sewn shut with purple thread.
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ariadne amazed

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face i was reminded of your beauty you put me in the maze you put me on the beast you saved me from yourself you betrayed me for my self
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Hey, Sojourner!

You must let go, let it go, let it be, it is what it is, is that all there is? yes, this, that is all, this is it. You're heart. Must be blind. You must persist. Do not resist. What you resist persists. There is only one way. You must find it. The way is not self evident. This is not a maze.
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Goat Song

Pan-ic Terror: a sudden fright with no cause, some old guy singing about death shuts me inside the familiar, fingers squeaking on steel, a hallelujah for forgotten children.
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Hymn to the Scum Goddess

Oh, and women who malevolence did earth and materium was the big walking disgust. jealousy eaten, proven with Kuśa, malediction and absorption, feelings produced by sages at envy and interaction, the drop, the Primeval is of us!