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I’m just gonna keep this one up as an archive of all the vain and trivial shit I’ve experienced over the last three years with some actually valid things mixed in. Here’s to real new beginnings in 2012. Blessings be, tumblr bros. Never thought I’d be able to up the ante on sexwolf but I did and I still wanna claim this name because it’s generic gold.
"The Whole universe was created
for the purpose of illumination."
Alchemical Wisdom by Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan (via morganlilly)
CHXIII:2-3
- Hermes: Wisdom that understands in silence, such is the matter and the womb from out which Man is born, and the True Good the seed.
- Tat: Who is the sower, father? For I am altogether at a loss.
- Hermes: It is the Will of God, my son.
- Tat: And of what kind is he that is begotten, father? For I have no share of that essence in me, which doth transcend the senses. The one that is begot will be another one from God, God's Son?
- Hermes: All in all, out of all powers composed.
- Tat: Thou tellest me a riddle, father, and dost not speak as father unto son.
- Hermes: This Race, my son, is never taught; but when He willeth it, its memory is restored by God.
- Tat: Thou sayest things impossible, O father, things that are forced. Hence answers would I have direct unto these things. Am I a son strange to my father's race? Keep it not, father, back from me. I am a true-born son; explain to me the manner of Rebirth.
- Hermes: What may I say, my son? I can but tell thee this. Whenever I see within myself the Simple Vision brought to birth out of God's mercy, I have passed through myself into a Body that can never die. And now i am not as I was before; but I am born in Mind. The way to do this is not taught, and it cannot be seen by the compounded element by means of which thou seest. Yea, I have had my former composed form dismembered for me. I am no longer touched, but I have touch; I have dimension too; and yet am I a stranger to them now. Thou seest me with eyes, my son; but what I am thou dost not understand even with fullest strain of body and of sight.
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“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.” — Ken Kesey
(Source: onceyougogreen, via stethyscope)
TODAY
I am so grateful for so many aspects of the very immediate present. I had a really productive and positive day. I got to visit one of my very favorite herb shops in Rehoboth and get all loved upon by one of the three main shop animals. The familiars, I guess, is a better word for it. There’s usually a ladypug named Flower there, but today the chicks who work there were running the place and instead of the pug I got to make buddies with a terrier who looks like what a Wookie would if Wookies were Muppets. Awesommmeee. I found some perfect stones for my shitty urinary tract as of late and even afforded myself a giant piece of Kyanite.
I directly blame the inexplicably mind-blowing collection of RARE stones the Fall River Public Library (?? wut) has on the second floor for making me need another massive chunk of raw stone, but it was worth it.
I really wanna read Isaac Asimov’s From Earth to Heaven which I found on the cheapcheap at some weird comic-book-guy shop in Seekonk. It was cheap but I had to piss more than I had to know what Fermat’s Last Theorem meant to an obvious science fiction genius.
Not sure what else really, but everything was good. And it is good. And also I really hope everyone reading this is experiencing the magic of spring! I saw very many budding violets today which made me squeal with delight.
I just wish my landlord would give me my storm window because my bedroom’s fucking freezing and I’m tired of staking out on my couch in the Purple Rain Room watching all my old Disney flicks and reading about the Fall River 1980s ritual murders committed in the Freetown State Forest. I had a dream I fucked a cat after one particularly horrible description of a beheading. That’s TOTALLY NORMAL, right?
I guess I’m reading this only because Sonic Nova really wants me to, and we did do an official book trade and I know he’s enjoying Welcome To The Monkey House so I might as well enjoy Mortal Remains. And it IS interesting, just leaves me sick and completely certain about why and how Fall River has the residual effects of horrid shittiness oozing out of every corner. Half the city 30 years ago was in a Satanic cult. Real deal Black Mass shit.
ANYWAY I’M WAITING ON A BLUNT TO BE ROLLED. And I love salsa. Yay life!
(Source: turtlesinahalfshell, via damnitgeri)
Charlize Theron photographed by Terry Richardson for the Vanity Fair Hollywood Issue, March 2012
yeeeow
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