DEAR WORLD x2As does my personal drawing topic. Why did I choose something that would make me think of religion every day? I'm currently wanting to convert to something, but I can't decide what.
Asatru?
Spiritual Satanism?
Mi'kmaq/native spirituality?
Do I want to try to find an Aztek recon. group?
Kemeticism?
Self-made?
I'm mostly leaning toward Spiritual Satanism--JoS style ([link]). I don't know, it just seems 'right'... But how do I know what 'right' is?
Besides that, and aside from something self-made, they seem to be the most awww'right with Chaos magic, and to 'convert' all I'd need to do is get a lighter and covertly sneak my candles down to the beach. But the whole signing-your-name-in-blood thing makes me hesitant--as does not knowing if it matters where this blood comes from. Sure, the site specifies the finger... But blood is blood, right?
That said, soy milk is actually pretty damn good. Now I want to go search for Star Trek 'o9 roleplays and torture little virtual people in Tropico.
Neutral
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If I'm a danger to myself just think what I could do to you!
Twisting and turning my insides are burning.
Like larva feeding from the kill.
Otep - Eet the Children
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If I'm a danger to myself just think what I could do to you!
Twisting and turning my insides are burning.
Like larva feeding from the kill.
Otep - Eet the Children
Thanks a lot for the fav!
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"After years of waiting...nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes
You realize...
I'm a reasonable man
Get off, get off, get off my case"
Radiohead - "Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box"
In reverse, thank-you for the watch. :]
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If I'm a danger to myself just think what I could do to you!
Twisting and turning my insides are burning.
Like larva feeding from the kill.
Otep - Eet the Children
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"After years of waiting...nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes
You realize...
I'm a reasonable man
Get off, get off, get off my case"
Radiohead - "Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box"
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"...we live in darkness, just out of their sight...in the sounds they cannot hear...in the colors they cannot see...where they are not...we are grey shadows across the boy's shirt...the racing clouds...the pools of darkness..."
- William S. Burroughs
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If I'm a danger to myself just think what I could do to you!
Twisting and turning my insides are burning.
Like larva feeding from the kill.
Otep - Eet the Children
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