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srealisma (new day)
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no, bono, no, no no, YOU shut up.
first. this is getting a little too easy, which means i have been enabled, and enabled only. part of me actually prefers to be not as on-the-case, whatever the case is, as if there is actually no tomorrow. oh, good, then, i'm just a writer! a schizophrenic, and an imaginalist.
(& i still seem to hate Crowley the super-magician, in case anybody wants to know. it's possible that it is only convenient hate, but it is also possible that i actually don't like him, like all that much, at all. no i'm talking about Crowley: mr. (whatever,) Golden Dawn.)
--*and that's what it was like when i entered, browsed the Pentacle Store on Cap Hill.*--
i need the coffee, but the coffee is starting to make me too testy. this is actually becoming an issue, i should meditate, yes, but sometimes it does turn out to be useful to try to communicate a little of the crapola, and not just to "get it off my chest".... but you know, to just say no, or whatever.
the truth is i'm not a huge fan of ritual. sssssss. like that whole burning (looks like a woman) thing. but i can respect that some of you might be on that team. i can respect that. yes.
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