I worshiped the temple for the first time in 10th grade when I was in a pool and had splash fights, I closed my eyes and stuck my head in the water and I envisioned in the back of my eyelids the temple of sickness standing tall. It was a part of my mind and to worship it I had to pray to my phosphenes which seemed spatially separated from my body. I used to hallucinate moving 3-d goo in the dark every night when I was in my batshit crazy time of my life and the 3-d goo would encapsulate me and lift me out of my body. This would happen when I was sober. I took way too much fucking bundy as a preteen. The temple has many monks who are their to embrace their inner sickness and you are a guest to their activities, every time you pray to the monks in your head they would appreciate your gesture and grant you god''s grace by releasing endorphins into the blood. That's how they draw you in, with the dopamine devil. Yesterday I met another entity which I believe was named Arrakis and he was a three headed dragon with razor sharp teeth and he kept on trying to infiltrate my reality and become something real to me but I activated my plasma shield of phosphenes and I saw the burning of dragon flesh against the matrix armor dome. Bass-Yun is benevolent, Figyarnus is malevolent, and Arrakis is just no.
sometimes, when I take a big hit of really good weed, and hold it in for a very long time, I get a vision of what I call 'thc worms', that look like paramecium with eyespots, swimming in my bloodstream. Whenever I mention them to anyone in real life, they imply that I am schizophrenic or something.
sometimes, when I take a big hit of really good weed, and hold it in for a very long time, I get a vision of what I call 'thc worms', that look like paramecium with eyespots, swimming in my bloodstream. Whenever I mention them to anyone in real life, they imply that I am schizophrenic or something.
Those are the souls of the dead swimming in the nothingness, waiting for Judgement Day.
We're talking about the man's music, not his sexual orientation. Like, do I go around every 5 minutes telling people Lanny used to be a girl on the Innernet for a decade? Of course, not. I actually have something called discretion.
years before rob halford came out as gay, a friend of mine used to tell me a story about how he saw rob halford in vegas riding a motorcycle, with a tranny on the back clutching him around the waist.
We're talking about the man's music, not his sexual orientation. Like, do I go around every 5 minutes telling people Lanny used to be a girl on the Innernet for a decade? Of course, not. I actually have something called discretion.
None of which has a thing to do with your shifty taste in music or your inability to drum.
