so i was cutting my wrists the other night...
so there i was. nothing around except for darkness, my knife, and my own blood, dripping in to my sacrificial goblet. and it hit me: why do i cut myself? then i remembered...the only real thing is darkness. and blood. everything else is an illusion. so i cut myself some more. and then again, reveling in the pain, i thought to myself: is this hurting me? and i said to myself, "andisheh...if this were bad for you why would Satan be so happy?"
and i realized that yes, satan is happy, and ingesting my own blood is a good thing. so i called up my "girlfriend" (i drink her blood too) and she came over and we burned some incense. yeah. thats been my life lately.
sincerely,
the new andisheh.
and i realized that yes, satan is happy, and ingesting my own blood is a good thing. so i called up my "girlfriend" (i drink her blood too) and she came over and we burned some incense. yeah. thats been my life lately.
sincerely,
the new andisheh.