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I like the fact that Baphomet hirself has signed the card - presumably in blood - though why baphomet's blood would be red instead of some funky Lovecraftian purple, I don't know.
I think a ludicrous big-up thread would be genuinely fun, actually, though, of course, not the kind of thing a genuine ascended master like myself would need to participate in. I am, after all, the simultaneous re-incarnation of Elvis, Jim Morrison, and Marc Bolan, a genuine scion of the Merovingian dynasty, a much-feared foe of the conspiracy, wielder of the Flame of Arnor, bearer of the mighty sword Incalibur (like Excalibur, but easier to conceal), and holder of a time-share in the Tomb of Christian Rosycross himself. I have quaffed the mead of satisfaction from the white grail of order, the black grail of chaos, and the neon grail of funk; I'm mates with my local geomantic dragon-spirit, I've used London as a spell-amp (but then again, haven't we all?), and I've stared out Archons and made them run like pansies. I have the body of a Greek god (Dionysus, admittedly, but hey...) and the fingers of a nineteen-year-old lesbian cellist; I floss my teeth with barbed wire, I wipe my arse with nettles, and I wrestle tornadoes for exercise! I am the man, you bunch of sarcastic second-rate punks, and you will know that I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee! Aiiiiiiieeeeeeyessssssss! All hail the verifiable vertiginous vertu of the vandal! IO ME! IO ME ME! IO ME!
Hmm. That was quite nice, actually. Anyone else want to join me in causing the magick forum to degenerate into a barrage of WWE-style nonsense? Cooooooooome ooooooon... |
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