Favorite Songs August 2025

Hi, It’s Me by Ashnikko

4U by goneMUNE

Black Celebration-live at Rose Bowl Pasadena by Depeche Mode

Fuck You And All Your Friends by Falling In Reverse 

First Class Loser by Dropkick Murphy

Pop The Smoke by Skold

GLITCH by goneMUNE

Letter bomb by Green Day

Punk Rock Song by Bad Religion

Sam, Son of Man by Marilyn Manson & the Spooky Kids

Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace 

The Nobodies by Marilyn Manson

Die Young by Kesha

Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance 

Ordinary Man by Ozzy Osbourne, Elton John

Irresponsible Hate Anthem-live version by Marilyn Manson

Rock Is Dead-Live Album by Marilyn Manson

Boy Division by My Chemical Romance 

Ich Hasse Kinder by Till Lindemann

Brittle Bones Nicky by Rare Americans

Symphony No. 9 in D Minor, Op. 125 “Choral”: II. Molto vivace by Ludwig van Beethoven 

All My Women by Falling In Reverse, HARDY

X-Kid by Green Day

RAT WARS by HEALTH

Bad Guy by Falling In Reverse, Saraya

Cum on Feel The Noize by Quiet Riot

Pay For It by Mindless Self Indulgence

Caramelldansen by Caramella Girls

Weighted by Frank Iero

Shot In The Dark by Ozzy Osbourne 

The Ride by Blood Axis

Trigger Warning by Falling In Reverse

Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi

Crush by Ethel Cain

Bomb This Track by Mindless Self Indulgence 

Oh Yeah! by Green Day

ASHAMED by HEALTH

Nth Degree by Morningwood

The Last Stand by Sabaton

How Do You Do by Jaegershu 

Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy 

Peace & Love Inc. by Information Society 

Films by Gary Numan

Luv Luv Luv by Pansy Division

film fun

 ‘The Light In The Dark’ is a 1922 film from William Dudley Pelley best enjoyed while Boyd Rice’s quite aligning’Back To Mono’ drones through it. 

This is also quite elevated through psychoactively induced altered states of consciousness. 

Flowers in dead teeth

 I wrote this a good bit ago, but I find it interesting how it lines up with events of this year… I was literally told “buy them flowers” then, in the words of POD, ‘one bang, blood-rush to the head…’

Flowers are the best instance of how one can be full of life and beauty today then dead and decaying tomorrow. With a flower there is still some false, faded grey beauty to it. Rigor mortis in humans is only pretty so often. In a human carcass, beauty is dependent on care and timing. 

Of course, this is a materialistic way of fetishizing the dead, as it is a materialistic world. Romanticism has seen a decline and death is definitely part of Romanticism. A revival of Romanticism could place on death the ire of having lived a life to its fullest and immortal spirit… Thus, post-Mortem living should be an afterthought, seeing as it’s more sensible to live in the fate one can be sure of. Focusing on what can be lived, not any “should have”-s.

Satanism: A Sinple Summary

Bruce Lee once said to be fluid like water.

That’s Satanism  

Satanism is a tool and a Satanist cannot be backed into a wall as a result of the fluid application of the tool… when it’s behooving.

As times change, no human ideals stand sure. The Satanists, and I mean true Satanists, not just phase oners or people who try using it for making up a lack of their own real identity, are those iconoclasts who question all things and are unable to be cornered— metaphorically and literally.

Satanism is a living thought; a conversation; an action. It should be explored and tested, used to one’s advantage as after all, if you can’t use Satanism then what’s the use of being a Satanist? This is why pretentiousness and the forgetting of past orthodoxies are frowned upon, they are counterproductive to a Satanist, who, understands they live in reality and understands that Satanism promotes ‘‘thought and action’ as opposed to sitting back and expecting things to be spoonfed to them; Satanism promotes the uncomfortable (third-side) alternatives— taboo, secret knowledge (usually ending up about yourself more than anythin) you won’t find without playing with madness via study and natural experience.

Satanism is life in its most absolute form. It is survival, love, hate, passion; carnality— the flesh prevails. The word Satan in specific means a human adversary. Humans are fleshy and carnal animals, like any other. Naturally, given that and the definition of the word Satan being a human adversary, ‘Satanist’ would mean one that is adversarial to that which would deny the innate carnal and animalistic instincts humans have.

So, Satan coming from the Hebrew word for adversary, it’s not any one specific character. Satanism by its codification and definition of the word Satan stems from the idea of that adversary. Satanism is adversarial in that it promotes the life enriching things that have traditionally been given the devil’s name by both much of society and religious: institutions: greed, lust, nonconformity, rational-self-interest, lex talionis, skeptical inquiry…

Many who claim to be Satanists now have no real connection to it. Satanism is not for collective political battles; it is not for groupthink. If you ‘joined’ something in the name of Satanism, chances are, you’ve been conned.

The harsh truth is, Satanism is a harsh truth. It’s a smash in the face to rigidly sterile and stagnating ideals.

In a way Satanism is evolution, mainly in the mind but possibly on some genetic level.

Satanism is balance: Solve Et Coagula; love and hate; indulgence and abstinence. Baphomet is the image used to represent this most commonly, like water needs balance so it doesn’t disperse and crash down, Satanism is simultaneously the balance and the crash.

Despite it being an individualistic idea, Satanism is an open conversatio. How one can best practically apply the concept to their advantag, their surviva. Satanism understands, as stated before, that as time and environment changes no human ideals stand sure. While man-made, Satanism is an (anti-)ideology of reality, capable of use under most any environment or situation.

Malleability is individual.

Power doesn't attract the corruptable, they become the jesters

Torture: Synonym of Sadism, Justice and Revenge

Torture is adored by most people on some level. That is to say, everyone has a secret sadism to them. Justice is often (if not always, I might cynically interject) a synonym for sadism. Most people probably wouldn’t intentionally go out of their way to maim another person, at least not typically. The majority of people think in Karmic aphorisms of persons inevitably ‘getting what they deserve’ on some level for some transgression, personal or impersonal. People of faith may be nonchalant, but you’ll go to hell. You get cut off in traffic: you hope they get pulled over; in an accident not involving you… It’s largely premeditated ‘what-if’ scenarios in one’s head. 

Torture is a Fetish, not necessarily explicit in its underlying sexuality but just as idealistically arousing regardless of scenarios. However… it’s not torture if it’s enjoyed, it’s kink. 

“Every woman loves a fascist”

 If every woman loves a fascist then coincidentally every man needs a matriarch and such can be seen in the Oedipus complex openly expressed in recent years…

G.V.N.

 Grandiosity and vulnerability inform one another. Vulnerability in the openness about the grandiosity; grandiose in how much vulnerability gets into the way of things. Grandiosity mixes with vulnerability for chemical calamities on every front. 

 When speaking of the past there is often an emphasis on things done for “the glory”. Glory was a virtuous ideal, but despite all the tales one must ask, if it was really so glorious why the constant emphasis on it? Why aren’t we continually basking in its shadow? 

In hindsight, there does seem to be glory in that the grass is always greener. Glory is another abstract ideal rather than reality. But it gives people a motivating force to strive with. 

Mundane Extremes mini manifesto

The idea of Mundane Extremes is simple: everything is typical and everyone is a dime a dozen, but in that, the nuances of individual existence make for the perceived extremes. To sort of showcase it, I point to media like the My Chemical Romance tour video diary/documentary Life On The Murder Scene. Creative genius aside, there’s nothing out of the ordinary to it, it shows a band and their triumphs and tragedies with all the expected tropes: death, addiction, trauma and drive. It’s not a new tale. The extreme part is the viewing of and hearing the personal insights. Seinfeld is kind of anthemic with this, while “out-there” in that it’s a fictional TV show with character plot armor, the essence is each storyline isn’t out of the realm of possibility— it’s a show about nothing, like real life at the end of the day. To take from Camus and add to that concept as no matter the perspective, life is basically meaningless but what makes it interesting is that it’s a bunch of apes trying to figure out how not to kill themselves. Some do kill themselves though, a typical statistic from catastrophic dreamers. 

The extremes, as said come out of the nuanced circumstances, no matter how dime a dozen it may be. As an extreme example, the Holocaust is held up as this monumental massacre, when it’s not. Genocide was not at all uncommon in the 20th century, nor was it the largest it’s merely the most popular. Armenian, Holodomor (and other Soviet statistics), Africa, Asia and America you name it, all had theirs. But again it makes sense that the Holocaust is the notable one in its unique method of industrialized death. However as with everything the real interesting parts are found in how individuals on every end of the debacle reacted and interacted with the European situation based on their own nuances. Rudolf Hess’ memoirs, Anne Frank’s diary and “the man who broke into Auschwitz” all are the really interesting parts. 

Mundane extremes as such is in some essence the ability to adapt to circumstances. It can be seen in movies like Clerks or Empire Records, the everyday oddities…

Denial and the truth of the matter

 I’m only an antichrist insofar as I don’t buy into the jesus myth or give any real shit about Christianity. I’m as much an antisemite. 

“Countercultural fascism”

 In a sense, fascism is a subculture under the broad label of counterculture. It’s queer and as such hated by society. Once it was a predominant system of thought, but has since become a boogeyman. Albeit it’s a legitimate one. However, like communism to capitalism: fascism is the best friend liberalism has ever had, its fear has kept it in business all these years. 

Hydration

Animal

Vegetable

In the end

it’s with water

Without it

Death

Antichrists: Easy

 Antichrists are easy. The terminology to it really just means one who denies the divinity of Christ. Paul the apostle was the original antichrist. In the modern sense the antichrist is the subconscious disbelief in God. 

Actively being an antichrist is where the challenge comes: if it’s forced and insincere, the concept fails under the incompetence of the inauthentic exclamation. It has to be authentic, like poking a bear with a stick while wrapped in salami. Like eugenics, being an antichrist can’t run contrary to nature or you end up with more fuck ups. Unsuccessful and artificial antichrists are caught up in artificial, sterile and stagnant ideals of those they are trying to provoke a reaction from. Case study: the reason Marilyn Manson became so successful, aside being genuine, as the Antichrist Superstar is that he manipulated the archetypes and playing into the dogmatic dualism he was both opposing and being consistent in. 

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 Making people into muses, while absolutely unavoidable is quite limited as latent disloyalty and over idealization the inevitability. As if people are the only muses. If mankind may only muse then misery will usually be the mental montage. Not everyone can sit still and nude while a portrait is painted, picture taken or whipped, so it’s only sensible that human muses are momentary to the scheme of life. 

While you might know perceivably every little detail of a person, you don’t. A muse is more of a medium than a motivator; an image to put your energy into and from, a self sustaining mania. Why say mania? Muses are an obsession. Addictions. 

A serpent is a more stable muse than a person. 

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Satanically speaking, idealism can only go so far until reality sets in. In that, you only get the most out of a muse if there’s the balance of idealization with realistic interpretation. Whatever the fuck that may be interpreting. 

Idealization is gilded and it only gets misery from muses, and it is often twofold; you only employ (to) one side of their character. The side you want, that may not really exist. Muses are sculpted flesh and blood, just as anyone and you. 

Few living things are one-dimensional. 

Things that happened today

 In history today seems recurring, at least in the last century 

Disneyland opened on an august 8th

Nixon resigned

The Tate-LaBianca murders began and nearly a century of Celebritarian celluloid has been cast as a result. 

8-8-88

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Muse, is it amusement?

Imagined magnificence 

made by Melpomene

Sadistically self-prescribed mutilating 

dressed as a suicide makeover

a-MUSE-ment

Abuse well meant

Abuse well spent

Intent without interpretation 

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 People like a muse because they tend to embody natural characteristics one should supposedly have, but lacks the activation for them. A muse is like a phone charging on a computer— plug it in and its access/use is increased. 

“Oh look you’re like a VCR/ stick something in to know just who you are”

Most make misery, as people have an issue balancing idealism with the reality of the thing before them. 

“You spin me right round…”

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Muse: medical mômai

Masturbatory misery

Intimate calamity 

Graves and shallow waves

Waterspouts and gunshots

Not all muses are meat

M.E. Film and TV list

Reality Bites

Clerks

Almost Famous

Secondhand Lions

Pulp Fiction

Chasing Amy

Empire Records

8-Mile

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?

Ted (show)

The Office

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia 

Heil Honey I’m Home

Malcolm In The Middle

Benny & Joon

Ordinary World

American Psycho

Tbc

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Muses

mind-mending mentors

Mental obstructors

Financial fuckers

Siren-like surrender

sweet suffering 

“It’s not loving-

 it’s just fucking”

Projected conceptions

People aren’t purified paper

Blackened bones still have stories to bellow

Jackie-O Never Knows

 A short story by Claudia Berdella

Jackie would never know. The morgue was locked and her husband’s open-headed carcass was being prepared for the coffin. Late in the night one of the workers came out of his secret spot, it wasn’t his first ballgame but it would be the only chance with such a notable corpse. 

“I didn’t vote for you, but I can’t resist it. This is a once-in-a lifetime opportunity you see; for me not you of course” he thought as he pulled the sheet off the presidential cadaver. The mortician began to undress himself, and his eye caught the record player in the corner of the room. Conveniently it had Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday Mr President on it already. He went over to put the needle to the record before walking back to the corpse. As he turned the body over to begin, a flap of skin on the skull fell back. 

The mortician, already aroused from the idea of what he was about to do smiled a sly slit. He knew what to do, no one had ever done so to the commander in chief before, at least in public record. Gently, he steadied the head and guided his erect member into the wound. What brain was still in there made for an almost instantaneous orgasmic reaction. Sperm leaked from the nose. 

“Fuck” he thought, “that was too quick.” But then, he realized the deceased man’s suit was in a bag in the next room over. Quickly going to it, he rummaged through the fabrics until laying his hands on a small capsule. “I knew it” his mind retorted while opening it. 

After snorting the capsule of cocaine, the necrophiliac mortician went back to work and to town. His trick was simple, do the job he was payed for while performing. After half an hour it was done. 

Jackie-O would never know.