#Fear Not the Awakening of The MADGOD
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Light is cosmic horror, white is blank, empty; yet it is comprised of all visible light, and beyond; it is nothing, yet it is everything, it is all that exists and all that does not, it is how we perceive that which can not be percieved, empty and blank, yet full of things we can not even imagine.
#Ramblings of a MADGOD#Church of The MADGOD#Fear Not the Awakening of The MADGOD#Cosmic Horror#Book of Chaos
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I feel it is important to note that, though the divine tennets of The MADGOD forbid depriving other people of resources without sufficient reason:
1) password sharing doesn't deprive anyone of shit.
b) companies aren't people.
iii) when those with the resources are using them to exploit others, it absolutely qualifies as sufficient reason.
Just in case anyone was wondering.
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When the light faded all that was left was a man in an empty room, with nothing left in the world to comfort him but his own laughter grown hoarse and raspy, the crazed laughter of a mad man who knew death would not come for him, neither heaven nor hell awaited. He had built this kingdom of ruin and seated himself in the throne, a lone sentinel to stand vigil, to bear witness to the end of time, and to endure whatever would come next. Though his body still lived, there was nothing left of “him;” the man known as Crismin was gone, dead in every sense of the word except for the only one that truly mattered. He had defeated a force more inevitable than death itself, but in the end it had cost him everything that was worth saving.
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I’m thinking of getting into the illegal name trade.
The joke being that, rather than trading names by methods prohibited by law, I would trade names by methods that were not recognized by law. Such as religious, spiritual, and/or majjyckal methods. I’d even offer my services in a variety of styles, Faustian deals, witchcraft, fae name stealing shenanigans, religiousy ‘born again’ baptisms, shady back alley deals, etc… I’d probably include some two for one special, free pronouns with the purchase of a new name! And for any who fear rejection from friends/family I could always pose it as a curse. After all people tend to be more considerate of someone who’s suffered a ‘terrible tragedy.’ Simply explain that it’s not your fault, an evil witch cursed you to trans your gender, or a fairy stole your name, or whatever.
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You watch as I count out grains of sand into my hand
You listen as I name each one
Eternity
Finality
Time
Space
Positive
Negative
Reality
Fiction
Everything
Nothing
You watch as I pop these grains of sand into my mouth
And as i swallow them you ask
What does it mean?
I look at you in answer and say
Everything
Nothing
It's all a matter of perspective
so take your pick
or whatever
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This is great for when your ‘no food’ situation equates more to not knowing how to use what you have. Less so for when your ‘no food’ situation is actually empty fridge/freezer/pantry/cabinets/etc… Also kind of middling in usefulness when food allergies are brought in, especially if poverty is also an issue, seeing as how expensive allergy safe alternatives are.
Still important to note that this could help people.
#Church of The MADGOD#Fear Not the Awakening of The MADGOD#Mandate of Assylum#Rite of Hospitality#Food
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Matter
Just as Energy
Can neither be
Created
nor
Destroyed
only
Transformed
but
the same is true
of all things
Ideas
Feelings
Souls
Life itself
only Changed
from one Form to Another
Never Truly Gone
Never Truly New
without
Beginning
or
Ending
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kinda random but:
the great thing about critical analysis is that you can listen to some rando rambling about absolutely nothing and learn that if you drink a little too much, placing your hand on a flat, stable surface can help ease the dizziness and nausea.
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Fractals
Spiraling
Ever downward
Ever upward
On and on
Forever
Patterns
Repeating
Nested
Time
Space
Infinity
Nothingness
All the same
Differing only in Appearance
Perspective
All the same
Rotating
Through more dimensions
Than we can see
Comprehend
All the same
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Tides ebb and flo
Kingdoms rise and fall
This fluctuation
This balancing act of dichotomies
Is a false order
In all things chaotic
Patterns will emerge
And
Given enough time
All patterns will play out
An infinite number of times
Forward and backward
In every combination
For such is Chaos
That it allows all things
Even Order
At least
For a time
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Have you ever looked in the mirror
and seen yourself
your true self
the very essence of who you are
of what makes you
you
it has been debated
as to whether the terror of being knowns
is worth the joy of being understood
but so few have experienced
the far greater euphoria
of understanding oneself
and being understood by oneself
as they can not handle
the existential horror
of knowing oneself
and being known by oneself
this duality is
in many cases
enough
to
drive
one
MAD
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Color bursts within my chest
floods through my veins
burns me from within
til naught is left
but the charred remains
of an empty husk
but at the core
forged in these flames
a diamond
pure and brilliant
my true self
my own divinity
sloughing off the detritus
and ascending
and so
wrought from the strife of living
and the perseverance of surviving
born in the divine form
Awakens
The MADGOD
*Note: as is often the case, Awakens also means Arises
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Ad Infinitum
#Ramblings of a MADGOD#Church of The MADGOD#Fear Not the Awakening of The MADGOD#Hold Companies Accountable#Fuck Capitalism#I'll Reblog This Until the Day I Die!#Scream It From The Mountain Tops#So Sayeth The MADGOD#or whatever
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A voice whispers in my mind
in silver crowned tones
heavy with silken words
and gossamer prose
such sweet subtleties
hide the cruel machinations
of complex deceptions
and malicious schemes
harken not that soft voice
for truth is so rarely kind
and life so rarely fair
such is that
when truth speaks
its words fall
not as feathers
but as bricks
and even then
more oft than not
in obscene abundance
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The ephemerality of the moth
drawn to the flame
just as we are drawn to our demise*
by false promises
whispers
in the dark
offering that which we can never have
paradise
peace
eternity
Order
this light in the dark
at the end of the tunnel
luring us
like the deep sea angler
to be consumed
as fodder
leading us
as lambs to the slaughter.
*demise here also could be doom, not much difference really.
also: Order seems to be as much a name as Chaos often is.
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