Monday, April 13, 2026

04.12.2026

Sitting in a corner restaurant in a town on the Chicago outskirts. What I can see outside the window before me is a brick wall surrounded by grass behind a street, lettering on it reads “ST JOSEPH UKRAINIAN CATHOLIC CHURCH. I take a bite of the hummus and olive oil dipped Middle Eastern gyro, it’s a scenic spot and from what I am told, everyone can read the room as to the reason for my being in Norwood Park Township and apparently fitting a gothic profile; and am obviously as such a true crime sight-seer passing through the neighborhood that once housed John Wayne Gacy…

The food I ordered— a falafel wrap and French fries— arrives at the table. Consuming half and from there back out to the car quickly dropping off the food, then heading next door. A smoke shop, I got a new vape— blue raspberry flavor from a brand called Mr Fog. Never heard of it or had it before but it’s the same as a Lost Mary…


Graveyard visited prior was quite a sight to scour through. Stone and buried bones in rows upon what seemed unending rows, eventually leading to a statue commemorating the Haymarket Anarchists as well as the notable headstone of the anarchist thinker Emma Goldman. Etched into the stones: names, dates and various recognizable sigils. Crosses, Freemason iconography and a communist hammer and sickle. Some of the Freemason grave markers have three letters carved with a pentagram: OES, which according to research signifies that of an adjacent fraternal organization called the Order of the Eastern Star; whose members typically consisted of the female family members of Masons, matching with what can be seen in the gravestones.
Carved into the back of the stone monument dedicated to the Haymarket puppeteers is the name of Louis Lingg. An eyesore, by my understanding of occult literature. Quick connection is to the Great Beast, Aleister Crowley, in his Book of Lies with a poetic piece titled with Lingg’s name. Tellingly the writing opens up explaining, “I am not an Anarchist in your sense of the word…” and wrapping up his contrarian to the contrarian claim by stating with a (personally perceived) Machiavellian lacing that, “every ‘emancipator’ has enslaved the free.”


Starbucks brand medium blend
Late-night data,
discussion about atomic arsenals,
international obliteration;

Scrolling sights of Seka—
A Flock Of Seagulls sings from Spotify

Omnipotent omission, disguised delusion:
Profound, propelled illusion,
Rock me Amadeus. 

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04.12.2026

Sitting in a corner restaurant in a town on the Chicago outskirts. What I can see outside the window before me is a brick wall surrounded by...