Sociology / Philosophy / Psychology
NIGHTWORLD
By Draconis Blackthorne
"Take a tip from Dracula. Shun the light. Live by
night. Listen to beautiful music."
--------- Anton LaVey.
I gaze out into the black nyte, reflecting upon the
storm. The old house is quiet now, with only the
sounds of the usual creeking, the gusting wind,
& the distant howlings of many hounds. For us
of darkened perception, the active elements-----rain,
wind, thunder, lightning, & fog, are a deep fascination.
Mysteriously, we are drawn to enjoy these animate
conditions. The soft & soothing sensations of spray-like
drizzle, in such a fine mist, gives a sense of lulling
stimulation. The pelting droplets inspire excitement,
heightens the sense of living, as the coldness awakens
the flesh. The sudden flashes of lightning streaking
marvellously, twisting across the ebony heavens like
gnarled & skeletal fingers. Followed by the booming
intensity, & echoing massive reverberations of
cracking, rolling thunder. Nature conducts a frenzied
symphony of violent rapture.
The spechtre of the wind ----- rushing, moaning, &
whistling through the house, like phantoms on a
Sabbath's nyte. The ice-cold breezes caressing the face.
The solemn presence of fog drapes the land with a
strange & mysterious melancholy.
On such wonderful nights & days do I ponder the
magnificence of these disliked elements. I walk amongst
them quietly, cloaked in shadow, meditating, absorbing,
& appreciating the malevolent atmosphere they create.
Letting them embrace Me, to remain true to My
origins.
These dark expressions of Nature edify, recreate,
resurrect, & sustain the glorious flow of existence.
When the weather is without such personality, the day
is uninteresting, impotent, devoid, tedious. But when
the image of Satan looms across the sky in cumuli, the
morbid tapestry unfolds, & the gothic charm returns.
I have always found the bleakness of the sun annoying,
to say the least. The bothersome mugginess it manifests,
& the cancerous rays it exudes. The vision damaging,
blinding garishness it spews. The longer people stay out
in it, the uglier they become. Slowly, but surely, they
learn the difficult, hard way, as they grow sick &
whither to nothingness. The pale brethren looking on
from the Darkness in jest.
There are many harmful effects of "the abomination"
{'lightmares'} --- skin cancer, premature aging, optical
ailments, effects on the brain, who needs it? Who needs
to bake & stew in the abomination? Many of the idiot
sunbunnies seem to think they do. It is disgusting to see
them laying out on the hot sand of beaches, like so
many porklinks, sizzling away, destroying their once
perfect skin. They seem to consider toasted flesh
attractive. The inevitable result will be skin blotches, all
over their pride, & the youth they treasure will rapidly
fade in the lightmare. Their skin turns unnaturally
brown, leathery, stained, wrinkled, UGLY! Why would
anyone go out of their way to uglify themselves? The
answer is obvious to any vampire, any blessed night
creature who observes the idiotic lemming
sun-worshippers ----- programming by shows like the
detestible "Baywatch", & unquestioned habit. Even if
they dowse themselves in gobs of suntan lotion, there is
still epidermal deterioration that occurs.
The said PROGRAM is dangerous, for it blatantly
states that it is "okay" to go out into the heat of the
day, & bake 'neath the loathsome abomination.
Thereby, sentencing all of its moronic clones to
resulting years of pain, defacement, & death.
It stands to reason, that if something, or someone
stands to harm you, or one's loved ones, you would
protect yourself & them from injury. And such is the
case with the cancerball. But what has been happening
in the post-noire era, since those Annette Funacello &
Gidget shows, is a mass of herd mindlessness, virtually
tripping over themselves to roast on the beach. Hell on
Earth. Oblivion 'neath the abomination. The Garish
Curse.
Clean beaches are hard to come by. Beaches in
metropolitan areas nowadays are absolutely filthy.
Sunbunnies swim in a soup of human & chemical
waste.
As with the the asenine stupidities of "sun-bathing",
there will be a miraculous reversal that will take place
very soon. I forsee a Nightworld that shall emerge from
the ashes of saute'd mortality. A return to the Noire. It
will finally be realized that the glorious night preserves
health, & sustains longevity. Because of the debilitating
effects of the abomination, businesses will have to
accomodate their sunfried customers, who, ironically,
can no longer galavant under the solar radiation.
There is no such thing as "a healthy tan". What one is
really witnessing is DAMAGED SKIN. How fortunate
are those who have stayed out of the sun! How blessed
are the Children of Darkness! How happy are those
who veil themselves in the protective embrace of the
black!
Thank Satan for air-conditioners! For with it, we create
our own total environment.
In My Noctuary, the A.C. is regulated by the
temperature outside. If it gets too hot, or even mildly
warm, it flips into activation. And with the
Satanic-Vampiric-Draconian Aesthetics, I preserve a
perpetual Nightworld of My own.
One might consider the question as to why the
blindlighters are attracted to such heat & garish light.
Could it be because they are cold-blooded? Certainly
they conduct themselves as such, then pretend that they
are not! Their foolosophies only serve to aggrivate the
problem, as they become repressed, & subliminally
hostile. "Cold-blooded", in the humanimal sense of the
word, is conducive to weakness, instability, disorder, &
death. Such is the case with the "races of Adam", or ,
the "children of God"-----the blindlighters, who, on a
actual bio-illogical level, have no true "inner heat"; &
on a mental level, strive for "something" to "warm"
them.
This is not to say that blindlighters literally have an
actual cold blood temperature, but perhaps it is merely
"normal", or luke-warm.
On the Left-Hand, Darklings, who usually gravitate
towards cooler climes, are mostly very hot-blooded, &
highly sensitive to the environment, thus, resinating
more personally to Nature, & The Cosmos as a whole.
"Hot-blooded" is conducive to Strong Life & Passion.
Thus, the attraction towards Natural beauty {of
Nature, including oneself, & others}, structures which
compliment that beauty, & dark & gloomy
surroundings.
The herd has no concept of fore-thought. They have to
actually feel pain to enact some kind of change. And
sometimes even then, they persist in their idiocy, but
then cry out in their latent masochism to be destroyed.
And it sure is fun to watch them drop like flies!
While the day-dwellers become sick & wrinkled, long
before their time, darklings sustain youthfulness, by
indulging, pampering, revelling in the glorious
darkness of our beautiful antiquetous homes, & the
sacred Nocturne, drinking the blood of our gracious
donors & lovers. Injesting anti-oxidants, & exercising
the body to maintain personal beauty.
The Storm purifies. Not only the pollution that the
foolish mortals produce, but the foolish mortals
themselves. Occasionally, a storm will be particularly
severe. Severe enough to take revenge, to rightfully take
lives. Lives that will serve to send a message to the
human race, to warn of impending doom. Lives that
shall make them valuable, to fulfill their unknowing
destiny in the cold grip of the swirling mists of The
Storm. Place a sunbunny in the midst of the whippings
of a tempest, & it will curl up & die. Death by Natural
causes.
I love The Storm. The greys & the purples & the blues
& the blacks. The Abyss has opened wide, letting forth
great plumes of smoke to ornament the sky. Satan has
outstretched His wings to embrace the land, with
lightning flashing from His eyes. Breathing zephyres
upon the earth, replenishing the WORTHY.........
{c}Copyright by Draconis Blackthorne XXXIII A.S. /
1998 {666} c.e. All Rights Reserved.