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headshot:
Happy Haloween to you too!
I've had a long and varied religious history. Including everything from strict catholic, to free flowing pagan. I now consider myself a subject of chaos magick, notice I said a subject and not a practitioner. I feel my life is immersed in the flow of chaos and that my actions are akin to swimming in a fast flowing river, in that they don't do much,...
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brokenpoet:
@weedfarmer one that comes to mind is the Fundamentalist church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints. Netflix did a documentary about them called "Keep Sweet". Not my cup of tea. I'm not even sure I want one wife when it comes right down to it.
weedfarmer:
@brokenpoet I agree somewhat! It would be like a full-time job with one wife. It would be a night mare having two wife's and it's not for me! I do want to get married in the future.
Came across this musician on YouTube, been loving her stuff.
"Nobody's Baby" This song is Like an asexual anthem, sometimes it's hard being by myself, but this song embraces everything good about being a lone wolf.
"W.I.T.C.H." a total female empowerment song with lots of funk. I love it embracing pagan religions.
Inspired by M.C. Escher
Title: Dreams
klopernicus:
I love it!
rare:
Really loved it ❤️💕
Charred Black
Feathers glistening
light and pure,
gods full wrath he did endure.
Kissed by fire
his light erased,
blackened scars across his face.
His silvered mane
reduced to ash,
his hopes and dreams have all been smashed.
His tongue now burned
still warning cries,
an evil god, and fate defies.
headshot:
Cool!
My heart it screams without a voice
Torn in shreds,
My foes rejoice.
Trapped inside a dungeon cell
No door, No key,
I live in hell.
Light shines out,
Not from within,
Reflections, shadows,
What might have been.
My bloodstained hands, tear at those walls.
My heart within,
True freedom calls.
Too hard they seem,
They're made of stone.
I may just die, and rot...
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samihain:
Wow this is very powerful. Well done.
elixic:
I read this yesterday and was thinking about it and forgot to like it. It's sad, and I feel probably all too common for people to feel this way. I've been in this place. Thanks for sharing.
Been looking through old posts and friends, it seems everyone from my era has since moved on. It also seems things are different than I remember them. Considering how little I trust my memory, I'm trusting the evidence in front of me.
amoxi:
Unless they’ve done you wrong, I wouldn’t write them off entirely. Situations change, people reconnect when the timing and circumstances are right. 🙂
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rare:
Welcome back ☺️♥️
elixic:
Welcome back, I hope you are well.