Fear not friends, all is fine. I have a backup of the channel history and may repost some things here and there, but this channel needed a fresh start. Normal business will resume soon with some quite big news to come this summer.
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Forwarded from Gnostic Intel
“There is no way to re-enchant our lives in a disenchanted culture except by becoming renegades from that culture and planting the seeds for a new one.”
—Thomas Moore
Image: Infinite Forests by Albert Bierstadt
—Thomas Moore
Image: Infinite Forests by Albert Bierstadt
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It seems not all of my old heroes are dead.
Glenn Danzig (Misfits, Samhain, Danzig)
John Joseph (Cro Mags)
And respect to Pete Parada who drummed for The Offspring until he got kicked out for refusing the prick.
I just wish Peter Steele (Type O Negative) were still around to tell it like it is.
Glenn Danzig (Misfits, Samhain, Danzig)
John Joseph (Cro Mags)
And respect to Pete Parada who drummed for The Offspring until he got kicked out for refusing the prick.
I just wish Peter Steele (Type O Negative) were still around to tell it like it is.
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It's really not that difficult to understand why most people don't see tyranny, authoritarianism and crimes against the common folk by the media and money powers for what they are. I'll explain using an analogy...
You take your lady to a party. There's a man there who takes a particular interest and starts hanging around both of you, being overly friendly. He's touching your lady's arm a little too often, eventually putting his arm around her neck, with a big, drunken grin on his face. He knows she's your woman but his flirtations are cloaked in humour.
He goes to the bathroom and your lady turns to you. 'Aren't you going to do anything?' she says.
'About what?' you say in response, feigning naivety.
'He's all over me and you're just stood there, doing nothing.'
'Nahhh, he's just drunk - a harmless character, clearly.'
But you know there's more to it than that. Problem is: If you admit to your lady that you're aware of what this other man is actually doing, you're obliged to knock him out. Far easier to pretend you don't notice and hope he just... moves on.
You take your lady to a party. There's a man there who takes a particular interest and starts hanging around both of you, being overly friendly. He's touching your lady's arm a little too often, eventually putting his arm around her neck, with a big, drunken grin on his face. He knows she's your woman but his flirtations are cloaked in humour.
He goes to the bathroom and your lady turns to you. 'Aren't you going to do anything?' she says.
'About what?' you say in response, feigning naivety.
'He's all over me and you're just stood there, doing nothing.'
'Nahhh, he's just drunk - a harmless character, clearly.'
But you know there's more to it than that. Problem is: If you admit to your lady that you're aware of what this other man is actually doing, you're obliged to knock him out. Far easier to pretend you don't notice and hope he just... moves on.
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Forwarded from Santa Big Dave 🎄 🎅
A Song for Beauty Itself
O Beauty, siren of the spheres,
Thy voice, a song of joy and tears,
In every star, in every bloom,
Thy presence, a sweet perfume.
Thy touch, an ecstasy sublime,
In every rhythm, every rhyme,
In sculpted stone, in painted art,
Thy grace, a blaze within the heart.
Thy face, a rose in morning's dew,
A moonlit night, a dream come true,
An aria, haunting, pure, and bright,
The stars that gem the velvet night.
I seek thee, Beauty, far and wide,
My heart, a pilgrim at thy side,
For in thy presence, all is fair,
And life, a treasure rich and rare.
To thee O Beauty I aspire,
My soul, aflame with pure desire,
And in thy temple, I shall find,
A love that never leaves the mind.
O Beauty, siren of the spheres,
Thy voice, a song of joy and tears,
In every star, in every bloom,
Thy presence, a sweet perfume.
Thy touch, an ecstasy sublime,
In every rhythm, every rhyme,
In sculpted stone, in painted art,
Thy grace, a blaze within the heart.
Thy face, a rose in morning's dew,
A moonlit night, a dream come true,
An aria, haunting, pure, and bright,
The stars that gem the velvet night.
I seek thee, Beauty, far and wide,
My heart, a pilgrim at thy side,
For in thy presence, all is fair,
And life, a treasure rich and rare.
To thee O Beauty I aspire,
My soul, aflame with pure desire,
And in thy temple, I shall find,
A love that never leaves the mind.
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