Mar 20, 2019 16:53
I am the Weirdo Magus 623.
Just can't get away from it. I'd say I wish I wasn't, but I'd by lying. I am just the right deluded egomaniac for the job.
Over a month ago in Eureka I was talking to some lovely ladies and the topic of Aleister Crowley came up. "Yeah, yeah, they said, tell us about yourself please."
"I'm Aleister Crowley's bitch" was my instant response. Everybody laughed. It's true though.
I fell into every trap and worked my way out the only way I knew how, just to find myself mired in God only knows what the clusterfuck that is my life. Wouldn't trade it for any other thing. I'm trying to come up with a smart-ass self-rebuttal, but I can't do it. I actually fucking mean it.
So I guess I'm his child and that strangely.
Nobody is more surprised than I am at what has unfolded. What has unfolded? Nothing at all, of course. Do you think I would be so stupid as to spell it out and move from probably needs to be certified to let's bag and tag this raving lunatic post-haste.
If you want to hide the factual truth of the world, make a bunch of blockbuster movies about it, exactly. Then, when someone catches on it's easy to say, "You've been watching too many movies you crazy fuck."
The folk singing group was maybe going to meet somewhere else this evening but now I find that is not the case.... I guess I'll bust out my "Will Work For Beer" sign and see what happens for the night is not yet here and I'd like to build on this buzz.