Fuck off, Azazel
2026-09-25
The man makes the times, huh? Come on now, Young Buck.
There's still pockets of mania, but managing it with the medications has allowed my tongue to let its silver hues shine through a bit more, well, whatever. I find that in this practice, my unguarded disposition can come off as spiritually immature—but the high-low embrace of my prose helps no one else more than it helps me—so fuck off, kindly. Anyway, things have been going okay this week; outside of simple errands and chores, life has been somewhat peaceful, though the dangers still make themselves apparent in my fits of grandiosity and overt sensitivity to teleological stimuli. So it goes for the man with dastardly ESP powers—demons fuck off, not so kindly. I try more than ever to limit my consumption of information, though the whole notion of "stop making content and produce it" is one that gives me the spiritual shakes, as it were. If anyone were to ever call me a "content creator," I'd have to zap them on the spot with my not-so-wizardly rhetoric. Words as sigils? Stupid, but unfortunately true. I've been called to serve something Higher, and yet I still find myself ministering to the strays. Such is the life of a humble, intrepid servant of the Written Word.
Finding the groove can't always be such a fun boogie to jive to, but in the beats of my prose, I find a soft spot in my heart—one that continues to pulse in an erratic, albeit somewhat meek fashion. I can SHOUT in my prose, but its truths whisper. Fuck video media man, seriously. We've been psyop'd into believing it is the future of digital media, but we forget that every reel is a spell, every still a message. Yeah, Marshall, mediums. Here I am, still finding ways to articulate this flame that doesn't want to die out yet, but I still want it lit, even if it's shrouded in some kind of unknown mist. Have you ever noticed that there's only a few voices behind your screen? Like, when you really think about it, there's—oh, I don't know—maybe seven? Twelve? Thirteen? It gets so agonizingly boring after a while, and wonder is such a hard thing to muster these days. Many are so concerned with being liked, and so few with being interesting. Fuck off, Azazel!
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