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I am, I think, well on my way to having successfully transformed myself into a worm.
It's going to interfere with my ability to type, pretty clearly - I'm about halfway through the process now and already my hands are turning into this sort of mush, really. It occurs to me that the problem with all this might be that wile I am, arguably, the greatest magician in the universe, the spell, on a number of levels, but mainly the practical ones, on the mundane planes, if you will, is going to be difficult to reverse. How Iam I supposed to do the incantions if I'm lying on the carpet, six inches long, without ... well there are basically a series of concerns.
Even though, on an occult level, I've pulled off a major feat here - Crowley couldn't have managed this, and neither could anyone else, I fear I may have pissed on my chips a bit, all the same. |
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