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Magick There is magick in the world I feel it and often smoke it -- a ubiquitous layer of reality rampaging random evolutionary music with an elixir brewed from the earliest eon of yore. There is magick here; I can smell it. The feeling of breakthrough The delight of pissing another reflection away The finding of an archetypal Truth -- And the discovery of just how sophomoric it is. Incoherent prophetic discomfort before a shit Ideological dogma embraced and scorned -- Ineffable understanding of complex rationality There is magick here; the machine of supreme logic is consuming it all. I strangely feel apathetic to the senescence of our reality; apathetic to the eremites of stupid religions; apathetic to my own distorted notion that I can achieve the ultimate referendum and dissolve reality by pissing on it enough -- Sometimes I feel only the magick, the cold sweat of illogical fear, the hot flashes of sudden empathy toward someone else's pain. The realization that I'm not quite as selfish as I wish I could be. The magick is still thick, silently keeping us alive despite our pathetic efforts to destroy it, despite the permeation of urine and light -- There is still magick here! Deep in the caverns of sociological babble, conceived by young boys around a table with dice, born as dragons or kobolds or elves, slaughtered and eaten in ritualistic communion or sold on capitalists' shelves -- There is still magick here! Despite its destruction by moronic moralists, raping rationalists, drooling dogmatists and others -- it still survives. It's hard to be cynical when consumed by magick. |
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