Saturday, 4 December 2010

Hide that my love hide it
Ah I am tough poo pooey poo poo
What is selection?




Thursday, 7 October 2010

explanation & request

WE ARE NOT GONE. WE ARE WAITING. WE HAVE HAD A DIFFICULT TWO WEEKS. BUT WE ARE STILL HERE. WE START TO BELIEVE ONCE MORE.

WE ASK FOR CLARIFICATION FROM THE MOST HIGH. WE WISH TO KNOW HOW TO IDENTIFY DECEIVERS.

Friday, 24 September 2010

see you around, anarch

so what does a young man do when his volatile psychotic alter-ego bites the dust? do i continue anarch's work? i don't really know. is there any point writing up my more normal mundane concerns?
well... the pressure has been turned down quite considerably. little seems urgent or pressing. just hazy thoughts mingling with a vague sense of pointlessness and disappointment... back to normal.

i know he's not actually dead, just gone away, but you know i miss him. you couldn't fuck with anarch because if you did he would hiss at you or shout some random stuff and most people find that quite frightening. he didn't really respect anyone and that's quite a hard thing to achieve... i go round caring about what everyone thinks of me. anarch didn't care so much. he wanted to eat people's faces.
i wasn't frightened of him though. he had a lot of energy and determination and i am sure if he wasn't so paranoid he would have done something quite impressive... i dunno. without him i just feel a bit bored and empty... he had a romantic side... just an extremely aggressive desperate and possessive one... at least he knew what he wanted. ah well anarch... i liked you at least. you kept thing's interesting. i'll hope to see you again one day when your a little more level headed. maybe we can truly combine forces? without you scaring all my friends and family? that would be nice.
well anyway...

bye bye anarch. cya.

Saturday, 18 September 2010

Squit

Dead hawk down
Upsidedown frown
"not gonna get us"
Control
The machines are here
Re-spirit-all
Neverlution is near
Fractured MindState
Funny tricks I feel queer
Helluva lotta hate
Thought I was King Lear
Mixed up a mate
Ha ha ha tear
I am aware
Insincere
When will I be clear
Kicked into gear
I'm always late.

"Gimmie the crown"
I'll gettit sussed

Rip apart the town
Shake it to it's bones

Flaming coward
Unsure of power

HAAA HAAAA TWAT
FKJDNBDFIODWNXOQQ

Location:muntfactory

Thursday, 16 September 2010

mistake [thanks baldy]

black star decievers
engulf all
hell and the high road
done me wrong
no light nothing shining

oh but don't you see there is a path

prison chains come undone
and what is there but filth
god so many mistakes
killing me (hardly)
dishonest memory began
believed the lies you made

oh but don't you see there is a way

more power needed
unveil the truth
waited so long for some relief
and none came
not when i needed it
it was the hard road
i had to tread
you scare me
one and all

oh but don't you see, beyond the pain

each and everyone
can fail
the human affliction
someone once said
that it was what made us
beautiful
but the one i want
has gone away
and i don't see him anymore

oh but don't you see? don't you see at all?

in this agony just rot i thought was mine self collapsed no one was there nothing was there
when i cried out then
no one saw
no one witness
it felt like
it was one
alone
against
all
and
that
one
failed

oh but don't you see? the night is beginning to come undone
you lived through it
you are still here
give yourself a moment
one of billions
a chance to breathe

keep it coming light
i am sick of this dark
keep it coming
my faith must grow

oh i think you're beginning to see...

so it didn't work out
time changes everything
constantly
you are gone
you are here
one second to the next
metamorphosis
come on bring it

oh i see... we carry on...

Sunday, 12 September 2010

the cake of fatty Delores

Fatty Delores is sad because she doesn't have the materials to build her customary morningtime victoria sponge cake. She looks at her guinea pig with spite and considers whether it would make an appropriate substitute. Fatty Delores decides no, there would be too much effort involved in the skinning. So she puts on her wading boots and flabbily stomps to the nearest shop. Once there she grabs the ingredients and snorts monstrously at the cashier as he charges her. Back home she makes the victoria sponge. Having assembled the large disks of hearty renown, she watches the two halves baking in the oven, peeking at them in greedy impatience from out of her fat smothered beady eyes. Her wide hands shaking with excitement, she tears them from their warm lair, emptying a pot of jam onto the top of one, a pot of clotted cream onto the other. Ah! The sublime synthesis is near completion! All at once she smashes the layers together in a mighty handclap, and, gooily joined, the process is complete. Unable to wait any longer, she inserts the cake into her mouth, finishing it in five elephantine bites. As the conglomeration pushes itself in thick lumps down her trachea, she smiles! Sated at last! The guinea pig is safe for another day!

Friday, 10 September 2010

exorcism 1

oh anarch abide now
a different soul wants you out:
harm, i just can't allow
no, no evil spitting from my mouth
have you damaged me
child saint's heart
a body hung on a tree
liberated through art
unclean spirit remove your hold
diminish as i understand good
my face will be mine only to mould
i know the sides beneath the hood
dark and light
peace and strife
mingled right
gives real life
not this fiction
you confuse me with
all this attrition
deep down hid
my words are clumsy yes
but at least they resist
a true voice beyond your hiss
of what i really consist
i see now growth
above your charm
won't be your host
against you i arm
bless us, all of us
some benign power
i think i suss
please in light shower -

reveal charity
hope tranquility
patience humility
love truly
help me overcome
bathe me in sun!
for better i strive to be
peace and joy i begin to see
amen! Edonai! amen!
i am but a true friend.

Thursday, 9 September 2010

i've been sent to pray over you

"Yea, We are Fallen
Like the mourning sun
We are waking up
Yea, We are Fallen
Like the mourning sun
It's just begun
This old world will pass away
This is the dawn of our new day
We didn’t fall from Heaven
We didn’t fall for you
Rise!"


- 'Mourning Sun' by Fields of the Nephilim


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzP7Gs8R-1U




what is to come

I am an aspirant...
one day I will be an initiate...
I will know the truth
and I will know what to do with it.
I am not scared of the cross. I am not scared of the gun.

So... while ANARCH rages in the dark, and Galustian cries and sleeps in bed, and Petrossian busies himself with petty materialistic concerns, and tries to find love... Grey Dragon synthesises now...
And the great flag of my true nameless self slowly rises atop the funeral pyre of what once was.
As the bodies burn, I let them burn, they are the fuel, the light, I am made brave...
Elect? Soon I will be...
The symbol of my flag? The dual cross, the sun, the eye. Within the iris... the whole world, spinning on it's axis. White on a black background. Pale flame and harsh steel!
Mark my words... soon I will pass beyond just words! So limited!
Ha! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I become... SOMETHING MORE AND SOMETHING... HIDDEN.

HERMETICIST!

Watch me, go on... watch me.

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

the method of ROW

Resistance

Audacity

Rejection

Iron will

FAITH

[the truth will out
the truth from within]

Grey Dragon is a redeemer... Into the light... winged light... lead... nothing can stop us now...


objectives of ROW

collect and interpret esoteric knowledge from as many different cultural sources as possible

reveal, expose, and make freely available said information

express certain forgotten truths, mainly pertaining to ancient theology and hermetic philosophy, in an artistic format that is both mentally and sensually engaging

fiercely stand up for the rights of the individual.

"do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law".

[yes, ROW is an admirer of Thelema]

what is not meant to be written

the knowledge never committed to the page

"i was chased thrilled and altered"

not just one eye...

"please please the place we're in now"

ANARCH/monarch

horus... horus rising...


Tuesday, 7 September 2010

who is ANARCH?

The one who says "NO". The one who says "ENOUGH". The one who says "NEVER AGAIN". The one who says "FUCK YOU YOU FUCK FUCK YOU TO FUCKING HELL". The one who says "I will be the one to make you suffer for what you have done".

ANARCH NEVER DIES.



how to control people 1 {SIN}

"if you do a BAD THING then when you die you are going to spend an ETERNITY BURNING in NEVER-ENDING AGONY and there will be NO ESCAPE so don't do the BAD THING. instead, do what we tell you to do because WE KNOW BETTER THAN YOU, you ignorant, tiny creature. then there will be no pain and everything will be okay. here, we will even provide you with a list of what it's okay to do and what it is very definitely not okay to do, so it's really simple, you don't even have to think about it, just follow the rules because THE FATE OF YOUR SOUL HANGS IN THE BALANCE AT EVERY MOMENT. Remember: if you do one of the bad things then you are going to burn and nothing will be able to help you. YOU WILL ONLY KNOW SUFFERING."

Location:none of your business

Sunday, 5 September 2010

fart

ANARCH IS BORED

Some words:

fuck chomp blergh hurt git tired chap gimp fat uninterested uninteresting bleached-out missing mistake unundoable shame blasphemy cold feelings dead passion faint jealousy bitch stealing cunt possession bleary evening pointless progression time never ending bored bored bored rat in a cage scraping away at rusty congealed blood scab cat squashed against window absence of interior absence in exterior cognition loss lost BORED dirty pig evisceration fuck procession of departures no new blood today only dry husk whispering shit nothings wank



Saturday, 4 September 2010

to a prophet

Oh Ezekiel... What did you see... Tell psychiatry tell you it was a deficit... Ezekiel... what if it's all true... 25 25 25


how to keep the demons away

1: music. loud. i suggest "not gonna get us" by tatu.

2: funny word: "love". love everything, accept everything. love as a choice, choose to love.
this will help. AGAPE.








Friday, 3 September 2010

the new time to stand

Many years ago... a millennium passed... some sat under a particular tree. they wrote stories, educational tales... that persisted. The time... of the saviour spirit... has risen again... a new resurrection... we make the old fables true... with our actions... the illumination within... the heirarchies blur... comparative faith... growing stronger... the new aeon... the great work is underway... if I fall... others will take my place... it is inevitable... those old beliefs... the misers that cling to them... reject... remake... renew... for life... for living... for love... we spill... ancient truths... again... it repeats... I am... but one... vessel... arbiter... believe... believe anew... this is... the time... once more... the bell... rings out... the peal... resolves... over and over... stand... stand... stand with me... stand... hold my hands... we will... stand... in joy... stand...

an request

Someone: define - cruelty.



missing

bored at a wine bar
something's not here
the missing loved heir
to my heart - disappear?

destroy passion
useless emotion
unwanted now
no way no how

so what do I want
unclear. resign.
a ghost's haunt
dead. design.

bored of life's star
that distrusted liar
my decrepit lair:
empty heart - FIRE

"well, we all have to do things we don't want to do" {A RESPONSE}

NO. WE. DON'T.

we. don't. HAVE. to. do. anything.

YOU. CHOOSE.

WHAT. TO. DO.

EMANCIPATE. YOURSELF.

THE SOVEREIGN INDIVIDUAL RISES NOW IN THIS NEW AGE.

ANARCH. NEVER. DIES.

FOLLOW. YOUR. WILL.

DO. NOT. OBEY.

DO. NOT. LISTEN.

THE DECEIVERS. ARE. STRONG. THEY DRESS LIES UP AS TRUTH. THEY WILL TRY TO INFECT YOUR MIND WITH PACIFYING FALSEHOODS. HIDE REALITY. DO. NOT. TRUST. THEM. THEY KEEP THE TRUTH FOR THEMSELVES.

THEY THINK THEY KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU. THEY DON'T.

BLOW. THEM. OUT. OF. THE. WAY. WITH. YOUR. WINGS.

HARM. NOONE. AND. THE MOON. WILL LIGHT. YOUR PATH.

GNOSIS. EACH ALL OF US EVERYONE. APOTHEOSIS.

THE REPUBLIC OF WITCHCRAFT LIVES.

a link. copy&paste.

http://www.ninwiki.com/Year_Zero_Banned_Media





subversive materials (a dream/a life)

in my dreams i am flying on a boat streamed above the water. no wings just a snake leading me. to a strange boat house behind iron bars. i am allowed in. the famous are there, the visible, dining finely upstairs. they celebrate a funeral. only the woman in the coffin is not dead yet, but she knows her death is inevitable. she knows she will never see any of these people again. they have come to say goodbye.
there is some dark secret hidden. my mother warns me not to waste money buying gifts for the rich. instead i am to concentrate on "the sweet couples".
outside is the playground i played in as a child. yet it is all different, the ornamental swing set and the treehouse slide and the dark little shacks have been removed. now it is tarmaced over with grotesque glowing colours. all the children play in huddled groups, as if they are being watched, as if they are being forced to interact in this way. but the cakes they sell in the cafe, the icing smells the same.
it is time to leave. i say goodbye to the dying woman. i feel sad, i know soon her time will be up. she says she doesn't regret anything and it is important that i keep on living and stay positive. persevere endure be strong.
i get back in by boat, it hovers as before but the steering is off, i feel out of control. on my way back to the river i fly past beautiful water features in the back gardens of one storey houses but i cannot pay attention and take them in, i have somewhere to get to urgently.
at the riverside my mother is there. i fall into the river. my clothes are wet but it is not cold. a strange song plays... "this is the road... these are the faces you lean upon..." but... i feel as though i have not heard the song for a long time, even though it is familiar. i cannot get back into the boat, cannot climb on to the bank. so i wake up.

i take the pills the psychiatrist tells me i have to take. i don't trust him. i don't trust anyone. the world feels hard. all against me. will i be strong enough to assert myself without being smothered and crushed. i do not trust. i will not rely.

i will make my own mind up.

i am the resistance. i try to allow others the freedom i myself was denied. the freedom to choose. my path becomes clearer.

i wait for the other. i do not know when he will come. still i wait. i do not mind waiting so much these days. i learn patience. the truth will come to me, i believe.

i gain a bizarre kind of faith.

i begin to trust myself.

"this is the road...."





Liberation Manifesto

We are the ones that have been tampered with. We are the ones that have been altered. We will find a way... To break... To leave... To dismantle what you have done... To be free. It doesn't matter if it seems like no one is listening. I know there is. Yes what you have done is terrible. Yes we are afraid. But we will come to know the truth that pertains to us. We begin to unravel... What you have done... Mind rapists... You didn't know... What you were messing around with.

By the grace of god... I will see the truth... my abilities will increase... And I will be free. And then I will set about... Freeing... Everyone... From your disgusting... perverted... hidden... manipulations. You try to erode trust. But I know the antidote.

What you don't realise...

ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH ANARCH

Slavery. No. No. No.



Location:the seered cave of ANARCH

Thursday, 2 September 2010

kill the seeker

when comes the longing
what for where for
feels like bored burning
run to distant shore
abandon all this
emotion preserved
for some great tryst
hardly deserved
bother to write it out
no where nothing else
can't use the mouth
don't like this self
needy
shut him up
greedy
corrupt
but this expectant
has been waiting
for a while mutant
and now all hating
someone come
help heal
alone some
can't feel
anymore dreary pain
too tired of it now
such a vital drain
give a shit how
pragmatic steps to take
routine rigor discipline
into a man make
proper good align
unsure about this
just want a kind sleeper
unsatisfied for a kiss
to kill the seeker.

the cross of picky





when it gets scary

that's when the others come. some to protect. some to destroy. some to distract. fiery cold disruptors all... no reticence, they are made of steel... barriers... yet the flit and fly once they make their cuts and then you can't find them again.

Who is in control? Some hidden sight deep within. What is in this? The nature of this darkened perceiver. Unknown. Unknown. Unknown.


Wednesday, 1 September 2010

poem for a failure

Too much love
Was spent. I realise
It's wrong to shove
To reach your prize.
Shame though.
Reaching ready.
No field to sow:
"just hold steady".

One day
It'll come back around.
On that day
He hears the sound.



Location:random Thai restaurant

on the irrevocability of the dark

In the dead of night creeps the fear. Winding from the shadows...

O! Open up the wounds. No suture will hold the blood that begs to flow, clean, red and shining.

This darkness... It is no lie. It lives within. And whether it was placed there or always was anyway... Matters not any longer... I have come to find within... A ram's blazing heart, entwined about it, a golden snake. Gleaming White Eyes.

This burden I accept... it is my birthright. And I call on both The Purifier and The hidden Exile... For strength between the two paths. Yes I am of the third way, the new way. Implacable and grey... my choice is to be free... my quest is only for The Truth...
I accept the light. I love the dark.

I am the Grey Dragon.
The ignorant ones... If I cannot show them the twilight where light and dark combines... If they stand before me and block my paths... I will blow them out of the way.




Location:The Sanctum of the Iudex

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

At pontious pilot's pool-side abode

where everything is calm




Warnings

How harshly do you punish: "saints". What is it in your eyes regarded as an unforgivable crime? The most important aspect: I want to be free. And something put me in this box. So I need to exorcise... The voices. Because that's what they are. A voice needs a witness. A receiver needs a transmitter.
Shout out! "the transmitter transmits."
Ta muchly, G.


Location:Limbo

The rant of ANARCH

"The grabbing hands grab all they can... All for themselves... After all"
Also... Laura sez "what up bitches"


Saturday, 28 August 2010





a little story, Pt. 2

And for awhile the mother found a happiness and contentment that she had not experienced since she herself was a child, a kind of joy she had forgotten it was possible to even feel. It was like everything fitted, she was where she was meant to be she knew what it was that she had to do. And her baby son was happy too - he was a curious child, keen to look at all the world unfolding anew around him. He giggled sweetly at the cats playing in the garden and the birds flying high in the sky, and he stared softly and with infinite trust into his mother's eyes. He only ever cried when he couldn't see her, the one who had given him, unasked, access to this strange delightful place that so beguiled his naive and dizzy mind.






a little story, Pt. 1

One day a little boy was born. His mother couldn't have been more pleased, because she loved his father, even though he didn't love her back in quite the same way. "Within this child we two will always be together, mingled as one," she thought, and smiled as she held him up to her face for the first time.
So suddenly it didn't seem to matter so much that the father wasn't there to comfort her when she woke from her anxious nightmares, frightened in the depths of the night. And she wasn't alone anymore, she had this new tiny life, a light to keep her warm always forever more by her side.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Cross One









And now the consequences

Forever unfold

a modern fag's prayer

god who are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Imustdie?
Fine.
I must suffer
Until dead
In the dust?
No deal!
Whomsoever You
Art Be, See
Please...
I will shine
For life
For forging life
On the grandest
Scale I can
Imagine in
Limitations
For OUR sake.

You must fulfil
My one wish
For me to agree

Grant me love.

A! Men. ;-d


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Location:Some meditative sphere

Hologram Spectacle

A man is talking crap

What if. None of us are human anymore. Weeeeeeeiiiiiiird. I myself am a grey dragon. Announce yourselves unto me as you would wish to present yourselves in the imagination.
Lo!

Location:Some hard sharp heart

Monday, 23 August 2010

Claws of the devil strike my face





The murderers are out tonight

What I said above.

Words

Gumball. Numbtits. Cuntfinger. Twatpusher. Labiasplitter. Demonsmasher. Titwanker. Murg. Newconcept. Filthsmotherer. Fathertoucher. Tabooquasher. Azazel. Lizardnanny. Vampiresquardron. Multirealtiy. Himspiracy. Spitsavourer. Naughtymother. Gurgledenuder. Skinflayer. Parenteater. Nephilimcatcher. Murderererer. Lifeicide. Purposedesiease. Splitseverthinker. MasterslavemasterMaster. Deathlife.


We are always watching.

Saturday, 21 August 2010

A beginning

The Dead have Risen. Under the Screw Moon. We Broke our Graves. And now Open our Ravaged Mouths to Sing. "Fear and Love". Hear Us.