i'm a stranger in a strange land, a wanderer in the mist, a wonderer in the dream. i just wonder my days away, things that range from wondering about the dna splicing from key animal genes, for example the gene that triggers the skin to adapt totally to the colours of the environment, say a couple of strands of that spliced into my own. wow, i'd love that, plus octopus stuff and maybe some radar and while i'm here i may require the spider ability to climb walls fast, and some gills man, give me gills, wings, a tail, and some fucking fur.
okay, things that range from that to this.
the problem with america is it lost it's way when it severed it's esoteric roots, that of the native indian, whose culture was a civilisation that was truly advanced. it is a good day to die is an amazing philosophy, it's about as real as philosophy could get, it's simple to remember and it's true if you apply it. although there are some pretty undignified deaths. i'm a romantic, i believe in fucking magick. magick is the application of the imagination, over will under love. old crowley almost got it but he needed to work on is green charkra.