Oh do tell me what it is, that compels this occult charade by existentialist wankers looking for a sacrificial cash cow? That old mystical allure of secret signs and sigils, on an inane quest for the holy grail of cocaine addled mysogyny. Just sit there and wile behind your shallow artisan guile, with all the rhetorical trappings of xenophobia behind a facade of theosophical gibberish. Waiting for us so-called philistines to buy into your cyber-schisms of plastic temple craft, à la all gods are one...about as enlightening as watching paint blister on a barn door.
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