What you see is blasphemy.
Blasphemer.
Righteously indignant hypocrisy.
Christian, Muslim, Jew; matters not to me.
Jesus, Muhammad; all false prophets.
Minions of Lucifer.
Can’t help that you call me, antisemitic Nazi.
Can’t help what fools believe; what idiots feel inside.
Fuck off and die.
Burning holy books and propaganda of shem…
Ham, japeth; Abraham’s children.
Followers like cattle led to the cliff.
Below lies their threats of the burning pit.
Gehenna.
Gehenna.
Gehenna.
Behold your hole of excrement.
Gehenna, gehenna, gehenna; old and new testaments.
The narrow path to hell.
Golden skin, cold black eyes, angels enslave; blissful demise.
Eternity in servitude.
To a god that hates you.
What you see is blasphemy.
Blasphemer.
Righteously indignant hypocrisy.
Christian, Muslim, Jew; matters not to me.
Jesus, Muhammad; all false prophets.
Minions of Lucifer.
Can’t help that you call me, antisemitic Nazi.
Can’t help what fools believe; what idiots feel inside.
Fuck off and die.
Go forth, stand before your holy god.
Bow in judgement to inexorable crimes.
Accept punishment, accept your state, crystalline eggshells cut your feet; preaching flatulence in a house of cards.
The astral plane is so much more diverse.
The anima reacts to song and verse of pagan kind.
Choices lead you to your own personal afterlife; or reincarnation.
Why choose religion; why choose hate?
Why choose the demiurge to rule your fate?
It’s suicidal if you ask me.
But what am I? I’m not your father.
And it’s not as if lemmings ever bother.
What you see is blasphemy.
Blasphemer.
Righteously indignant hypocrisy.
Christian, Muslim, Jew; matters not to me.
Jesus, Muhammad; all false prophets.
Minions of Lucifer.
Can’t help that you call me, antisemitic Nazi.
Can’t help what fools believe; what idiots feel inside.
Fuck off and die.
Bow to the name that’s hallowed..
God is not so fucking shallow.
Bow to the name that’s hallowed..
God is not so fucking shallow.
Bow to the name that’s hallowed..
God is not so fucking shallow!
Tag Archives: Metaphysics
Circling.
Hazy.
Esoteric enigma.
Concepts of a theme.
Blind eye; amethyst and lapis lazuli.
Polarize and center; the edge of dying.
Circling my dreams.
And what is it; that I saw?
And what is it; that I said?
And what is it worth?
Joyous exhalation; existential dread.
It’s all so enrapturing.
Crazy.
Chaotic as the universe.
Energy and their containers.
Deep roots thrive; obsidian and tiger’s eye.
Computate and entrap, order from disorder.
Circling my dreams.
And what is it; that I saw?
And what is it; that I said?
And what is it worth?
Joyous exhalation; existential dread.
It’s all so enrapturing.
Erasing.
My head is full to bursting.
My heart; it feels empty.
Love and lies; rose quartz and amazonite.
Terrorize and mentor; complete surrender.
Circling my dreams.
Circle my dreams.
And what is it; that I saw?
Circling my dreams?
And what is it; that I said?
Enrapturing me?
And what is it worth?
At the edge of dying..
And what is it; that I need?
Maybe you, maybe me; encircling my dreams… -Michael Ament
Shattered.
I’m shattered.
I need someone to repair me.
To hold me.
To know me for what I am.
Molecular and transcendent levels.
To cure the sickness.
To fix what’s broken.
Don’t you fly away birdie.
Don’t you run away.
I’m not all that scary.
I’m not all that terrifying.
But I’m terrified.
I’m sick and tired of being alone.
I’m shattered.
Molecular and transcendent levels.
Translucent; yet no one sees inside.
To the fire, the undying light.
To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.
To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.
No I can’t change what I’ve done.
Don’t you fly away birdie.
Don’t you run away.
I’m not all that scary.
I’m not all that terrifying.
But I’m terrified.
I’m sick and tired of being alone.
Cast down and shattered.
Cast down and stepped upon.
Cast down and ground beneath it’s heel.
Molecular and transcendent levels.
And blown away with the wind.
To the fire, the undying light.
To the shadows; cast upon what’s right.
To the cold, cold mountain that I’ve become.
I’m shattered.
I need someone to repair me.
To hold me.
To know me for what I am.
Molecular and transcendent levels.
To cure the sickness.
To fix what’s broken.
Don’t you fly away birdie.
Don’t you run away.
I’m not all that scary.
I’m not all that terrifying.
But I’m terrified.
I’m sick and tired of being alone.
Molecular and transcendent levels.
Translucent; yet no one sees inside. -Michael Ament
Fecal defenestration.
God is a child.
And what is more humourus to a child than a poop joke?
God created the universe with a mighty shart.
From the shart came fire, shit, and wind.
From fire, shit, and wind came life.
From life begat death, and more shit.
From death comes corpses that are fed upon by creatures that shit and more life thrives from the shit.
From cradle to grave all there is is blood, shit, and corpses.
That is the inherent absurdity of the universe, reality, and the very nature of God.
A child playing with its own shit.
And we.. well we are nothing more than the bacteria in the shit.
They say cleanliness is the closest thing to godliness..
Well I think it’s inherently the filth we wallow in.
There is nothing more holy and humbling than defecation.
Flames of hell.
Idealistic sacrosanct dispositions.
Fallacious righteous indignations.
One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.
Who are WE, and what are WE to you?
Condemnation over miniscule disagreements.
God forbid; if it isn’t Jesus.
Come with sword to cull the hordes.
Shallow and unstable.
Myriad of ideological whores.
Fucking pick and stick with.
And stop your whining.
Destroying the norm.
Conforming no more.
My dissertation of distancing.
Dissociation.
Tracing the outline of my inner form.
This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.
Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.
And choke on your impotence.
Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.
Sanctimonious salivating serpents.
Caged and deserving.
Wishing to be free, but enslaved to oneself indefinitely.
Pour out a drink for the dead, damned; dipshits.
Nothing more than NPCs; lost to their humanity.
Consciousness waning, oases drying up.
Pineal pinecone crystallized and corrupt.
Sucking down, consuming the stagnant waters.
Brain eating parasites; eating each other.
One world, one mind; fucking bullshit expectation.
Who are WE, and what are WE to you?
Destroying the norm.
Conforming no more.
My dissertation of distancing.
Dissociation.
Tracing the outline of my inner form.
This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.
Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.
And choke on your impotence.
Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.
Elohim..
Elohim..
Elohim damn it all.
Plant the seed.
Wrist to bleed.
Sanguinity to feed.
The petulant children damn it all.
Consternation.
Consternation.
Consternation.
Destroying the norm.
Conforming no more.
My dissertation of distancing.
Dissociation.
Tracing the outline of my inner form.
This is me, and we are not WE; I’ll be damned if we revel in obstinate glorification of degeneracy.
Find a place to be; just anywhere but here.
And choke on your impotence.
Parsimonious, prostrate, predilect; pricks.
Elohim damn it all.
To the flames of hell. – Michael Ament
Thirteen Commandments/55 Precepts.
13 Commandments:
1. Thou shalt not perpetuate injustice through imprisonment or death.
2. Thou shalt consume a great variety, yet shun all that makes you sick without benefit.
3. Thou shalt love your blood-kin.
4. Thou shalt love the old gods as blood-kin.
5. Thou shalt respect all gods, yet bow to none but the absolute.
6. Thou shalt not feed the damned with negativity.
7. Thou shalt not perpetuate ignorance in one’s self or fellow man.
8. Thou shalt perceive all things as inconsequential; as all things shall be restored to the natural order given time.
9. Thou shalt not trap one’s self in a confined space, nor an idea.
10. Thou shalt cherish freedom, yet not at the expense of the innocent.
11. Thou shalt burn effigies to rid one’s self of impurities.
12. Thou shalt create many works with the intention to bless all things.
13. Thou shalt remain distrustful of the kin of Abraham and their teachings and devotees.
55 Precepts:
1. One must be free of impurities of the body, mind, and soul.
2. Pure love can only be experienced in the union of man and woman, all other loves shall be hollow; yet shall be respected as the choice of the individual.
3. Violence is only justifiable in situations of dire existential threat.
4. God is all things and you, and you are all things and God; therefore the individual must consider all things in unison.
5. All emotions are natural; yet one must not allow them to control one’s decisions.
6. All things can not be loved or tolerated, yet must be given autonomy without discrimination under the law.
7. All men must take merit into consideration when granting authority, reward, and biased disposition.
8. Nations must be homogeneous in mind, culture, and spirit.
9. Technology is to be prioritized in research, development, and progressive movements of a financial nature; within reasonable regulations.
10. Mankind must always expand ever outward and never stagnate.
11. Reality and language should be defined by objective truths.
12. Individuals should strive to better one’s physical, mental, and spiritual health before financial security.
13. Sacrifice must be voluntary and without doubt or trepidation.
14. The law of the land must be pertinent to exigent circumstances of a harmful nature or the intent to cause harm.
15. Education must be without opinion and must be beneficial to the future of the student.
16. Militaries must exist solely for the defense of it’s patron peoples and the deterrence of violent conflict.
17. Currency must always be based upon, and tradable for, a resource of immense and mutually agreed upon value.
18. Every crime must be met with a relevant and suitable punishment, no punishment should ever exceed the severity of the crime; and rehabilitory measures should be exhausted before extreme measures are taken.
19. An individual must shun all thoughts of deception and chastise usury of any nature.
20. The absolute God, above all other Gods; should not be defined with human qualities in an effort to facilitate righteous indignation.
21. All individuals must convene with nature at least once a day; grounding the nervous system with bare feet to soil.
22. All organisms consumed for nourishment must be treated kindly and given respect for their sacrifice.
23. All water must be free of toxins and impurities and must pass through channels with natural ergonomics to mimic the flow of the universal order.
24. All clothing should be made with minimally processed organic materials.
25. Propaganda of any nature must be denounced and promptly countered with reason.
26. All censuses and statistics must be gathered from as many sources as possible in an effort to properly inform the public.
27. No individual’s speech shall be censored or met with violent recourse.
28. Gambling should be denounced and strictly regulated, yet not prohibited.
29. All individuals should willingly feed the hungry, comfort the sick, and shelter the homeless as long as they have the resources to do so.
30. Life should be treated as a right and not a privilege.
31. All dreams, visions, and premonitions should be recorded for personal reflection; and all individuals should dedicate time to meditation.
32. One should cleanse their self in living waters every seventh day.
33. Individuals should maintain a comely appearance, yet never succumb to vanity.
34. One should fast between awakening and the zenith hour, yet not at the expense of one’s efficacy.
35. One should consume sweetness in moderation, for the tea leaf is sweet enough.
36. One should maintain a strong physique and test the limits of one’s physicality.
37. All people live in sin, but should abstain; and never claim moral superiority over another.
38. One should imbibe of the fruit of the spore and fermented foods, for they are the essence of life.
39. One should dress themselves with the oil of the clove and the ginger root.
40. One should not consume the flesh of predators without necessity; for it is unclean.
41. One should preserve excess food whenever possible, in order to prevent waste and unnecessary suffering.
42. One must not bind one’s hands, feet, or neck.
43. One must not succumb to fear and should emanate courage at all times.
44. One’s pets must be given autonomy and cherished as blood-kin.
45. One must sustain a natural vibrational frequency and Electromagnetic Conductivity.
46. One must make peace with death, for it is merely a transition, and no things have permanence; only the soul.
47. One should imbibe of grains whole whenever possible.
48. One should abstain from unnecessary suffering and seek comfort.
49. One should not consume alcohol in excess or imbibe before periods of rest.
50. One should always strive to make their environment as tidy as possible, for living in filth perpetuates filth within.
51. All people should work in unison to achieve a common goal before working to further one’s own interests.
52. Overstimulation and all things in excess are poisonous to the self, all people must practice moderation and take ample time to rest without thought.
53. One should revel in their culture and traditions.
54. One must never harm a child intentionally or unintentionally.
55. Even though the universe is inherently chaotic and full of conflict, all people must maintain order and cherish peace whenever possible.
Suffocate.
Burn for me.
Fibrous crystalline matter.
Burn for me.
Notes of grass and leather.
Burn for me.
I’ll only say this once.
I wish I didn’t have to give you up.
Burn for me.
Habitual since 16.
My first was at 10.
No fucking clue, how am I not already dead?
God granted chemicals wracking my brain.
Flem thick.
Throat sore.
Eyes black and white like film noir.
So addicting to the point of adoration.
Throw them away, but never can I erase them.
Burn for me.
Fibrous crystalline matter.
Burn for me.
Notes of grass and leather.
Burn for me.
I’ll only say this once.
Your love is like a gun.
Burn for me.
So much wealth, lost to fire.
Ask myself, what is my desire?
No fucking clue, not a glimmer of hope.
More beautiful than lustrous dope.
Pale and sick.
Acrid rope.
Smelling of blood and tar.
Took it long, took it hard.
Sucked it gone, took it too far.
Burn for me.
Fibrous crystalline matter.
Burn for me.
Notes of grass and leather.
Burn for me.
I’ll only say this once.
The juice is not worth the squeeze.
Burn for me.
Waging war with my anxiety.
Waging war with my bones.
Waging war with crawling skin.
Waging war and wishing I was stoned.
Devil’s dick.
Trying to cope.
Metric ton of bricks.
Getting hit by a car.
The pain is only temporary, but it’s shadow leaves a scar.
Burn for me.
Fibrous crystalline matter.
Burn for me.
Notes of grass and leather.
Burn for me.
I’ll say this only once..
It was never all that fun…
Burn for me.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Burn for me.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Burn for me.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke.
Smoke. -Michael Ament
Quote.
Most things in life are inconsequential.
The worst thing you could do to yourself is have expectations.
You lose the ability to compartmentalize and you end up hating and being inconvenienced by every little thing.
Life is too short.
We’re all going to die, we’re all eventually are going to be forgotten, everything we build, everything we destroy, will be met with an equal opposite force and be put back in it’s place.
I realized this not long after I became an adult.
I threw away my dreams, my ambitions, my desires, my ego, my expectations of myself and others.
Ever since I’ve been living in spite of it all.
Living for the present day.
Living for comfort.
Living for love.
Living for the small fortunes bestowed upon us by this glorious world.
This glorious creation of God.
Now..
I live for peace.
I’m manifesting memories and happiness.
That’s all I’ll ever want or need. -Michael Ament
Dream journal: The Repository.
This dream starts in a park.
All of a sudden thousands of bees come out of nowhere, the bees have the ability to manipulate time and space.
Once you are stung you are transported in between realities, unable to escape as every exit becomes an entrance back to where you started.
Eventually I am teleported into another realm.
This realm is dark, the only light is a dim sunlight, like the light coming through cracks in a dark house at dawn.
The realm is occupied by hundreds of people from different places in time, from cavemen to modern humans.
This realm has everything you need, food, drinks, television and video games, and of course company.
But it’s always dark and always ominous, and it feels like something is watching you.
That’s because there is.
As I and multiple others try to escape the realm we run into a creature called the watcher.
The watcher is like a living shadow with glowing red eyes, skinny and tall, long lanky arms and legs; and has the ability to control time and space.
Every time we attempt to make an escape we are confronted by the watcher and transported back to where we started.
I eventually get sick and tired of this revolving door so I manifest a sword in my hand and hunt and kill the watcher.
Once the watcher is dead I have a short window to escape before the watcher resurrects.
I gather as many people as possible, about three dozen, and we search and find an escape, a black hole that looks as if it is filled with distant stars.
As we jump in everything goes black.
All of sudden we are teleported to the real world, in the middle of a busy highway, it’s raining and the cars quickly slide to a stop in every which direction because of the wet roads.
Everyone ushers a sigh of relief, smiles on our faces and laughing ensues.
I then break down and cry tears of joy.
That is when I wake up. -Michael David Ament
Psilocybe (Prophets in a coma.)
“Martian red rust sky.
Black smoker aroma.
Smokestack atonement.
Pale green figure head-lights.
Prophets in a coma.
Red and blue flashing neon entoloma.
Filling my sight with radioactive lymphoma.
I’ve got your cure right here.
Right here.
Right ear.
A golden spaceship.
Psilocybe.
No agaricus bisporus.
I’ve got your cure right here.
Right here.
Right ear.
A copper spaceship.
Psilocybe.
this is no agaricus bisporus.
Martian red rust sky.
Black smoker aroma.
Smokestack atonement.
Pale green figure head-lights.
Another prophet in a coma.
Red and blue flashing neon entoloma.
Filling my sight with radioactive lymphoma.
I’ve got your cure right here.
Right here.
Right ear.
Best to listen.
Tyrannosaurus.
Consume and sit down right here.
I’m a magician come to shed those delusions and fears.
So we can get near..
A conclusion.
To these anxious gears of war grinding.
To these paranoid kung fu grip bindings.
To this evolution.
To these revolutions per minute.
I’ve got your cure right here.
Right ear.
Best to listen.” -Michael Ament
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