A Note from Curious Yellow (Z)
It seems a good time to lay out a bit of what this node of the (Z)Cluster is up to and attempting, as well as an attempt to put some old dogs to rest...
Curious Yellow (Z) is interested in using modern Chaos Magick wed to archaic (UR) Sorcery to:
A) Bring on the Coming Bad Times
B) Slow the coming on of the Coming Bad Times
We are somewhere between the Secular Apocalypticists ("It's completely hopeless-- Don't give up" DOOM) and hoping all the lies of the media/corporate deathculture interface suddenly become true. Thus we simultaneously are against a world run by petrochemical giants, but, since we are in that world, we'd like the fins back on the cars, please.
C) We accept that the Pandaemonaen is either an internal state of mind or an utter failure, and so seek to make a happier place for sorcerers and their children in The New Dark Ages.
D) We will generally attack anyone verbally/textually whom we feel mis-represents themselves not out of any major ethical problems with the practice of duping the rubes, but out of disgust with those who do it poorly.
E) We wish to state clearly at this time that we have NO PROBLEM with the existance of Hierarchical Organizations or their members. We make fun of them, but, as a wise girl once said to me "friends don't let friends sell their souls to Jesus." We have nothing against Jesus, Satan, OTO, IOT, what have you, but we will be abusive to all the above periodically, because it is a pleasant thing. Fire, in and of itself, is cool.
F) We seek to establish a series of Autonomous Zones wherein we may exist in the bittersweet bliss of Mystical Indolance and Magical Sloth. Sorcerous Avarice and Childish Greed. We are a Cult of Mystical Magickal Sorcerous Children, and we are tired of the Old Gods and their spiritualy vapid followers shitting in our sandbox. The sandbox becomes strangely hostile, the Healing Wind casts sand out of the glass into the Eyes of the Blind, we sing a little ditty in the dust to wake the dying....
G) We hereby request that all Verbs begin a series of workings/plays to re-inhabit the National Parks of the United States of America with mean old ghosts to lead the developers into massive fits of incontinance and stuttering. The humiliation will drive them to rash deeds of unbelievable destruction, but we'll be able to spot them by the tell-tale bulge of their pampers. This is in reaction to the various bills in Congress which will destroy our parklands, our true National Heritage. Save the Presidio! or at least do something really cool to it.
H) This has been a presentation of Curious Yellow (Z), which, until somebody else re-affiliates, is
Fireclown
Ass-kissing flunkey of the Daemon Choronzon
King Ov Mars