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I will do my best to keep the company of many many many howling wolves
To drown out its mewling

It shall not my last breath steal
Its name shall not be last on my tongue
It shall not be my final thoughts
It’s snares will not be my guide
And through worship of my choosing
I will do my best to path through it
Though it may try to howl the loudest
To steal my attention back

Though the false world hangs a noose for us, it is not our full duty to use our last breaths to decry the noose nor the false world, before the mammal spine snaps, with my last breaths, I hope I can sing out the praise of the things I love, in thankfulness to shame this idiot world

Wherever WHEREVER, you can…do! Harness your will and center yourself. Feel what your animal feet feel below you, feel the air in your lungs, call to your own spirit and animals.
This is “back to the heart of worship”

And it may take costume, candles, incense, expressive clothing, meditation, prayer, dance music, substances, what have you, to do so some days, but do it! Damn it do it! Put away the thoughts of what the world says “you must” we all die on this sword after so long holding it at bay. “But” no no

If we can open our eyes to the animals, if we can remember to look “through the veil” (we must wear it at times to survive in a very physical sense) if we can learn to look through the veil as through a mask or fursuit head, we can see once again our own spirits and animals reflected in the earth.

Whatever you want to call it, is not the world we truly live in, it is the world we have agreed upon for our safety and comfort or so it would seem, to inhabit and it is largely born, much like the animals, out of the wills of evil deeds and greed. We are beholden to its tricks and forget the veil

This false god of entertainment, numbing, ownership, opinion and argument, the false god of words with no actions, is TRICKY.
I have deployed most cunning foxes, with their devilish minds against it and they have returned bleeding and blistered. It’s no joking matter. The “other world” false god

So the worship must turn its gaze from the machine, I have to dress the set and light candles and use odd words and ways of speaking like spells…no as spells, to keep the hearts eyes open and focused on the animals and the wild I serve. And it is NO easy task. This false god of media..

Teaching me daily to slip it JUST one ear, one paw of a mouse or badger, in return it will reward with purchase, ownership, winning some argument, and we all know what it actually gives is stress, anxiety, paranoia, a false sense of self, a false view of “other” and above all apathetic violence.

Now they ARE animals and skirmishes happen between animals and their world, but what sort of steward willingly feeds his beasts to the open maw of such a foul mechanical nothing? It is never satisfied, it beguiles me hypnotically through phones, news and work, through systems and money and stores…

But if my work is worship, worship of the “animals” worship of nature, worship of spirit and expressive muse. Then what I’m giving to the world by giving it all of my attention and emotion and time, allowing it to rob me of my peace and center…what I’m feeding it IS my animals.

the world INSISTS that I have an opinion, a reaction to its parade of vulgarity and sin, make of that what you will, if you know me, you know what I mean, if you don’t perhaps you wouldn’t. The world would have me affix all efforts and meanings to its own ludicrous pageants, begging my attention.

Christianity fucked with my brain
Let’s be upfront about that.
There’s a worship song that declares
“I’m coming back to the heart of worship”
And it’s been stuck in my head.
So I thought well, what if I applied that to my own work, since I consider what I do an act of worship? And it’s helped.

Stop trying to justify it all, if it gets you up, makes you happy and helps, just do it, no one gives two god damn shits about reason or sense outside themselves anymore, stop trying to explain shit to a toxically induced hallucination that’s high on its own jenkem, baby remember the term “whatever”

Stop trying to justify it all, if it gets you up, makes you happy and helps, just do it, no one gives two god damn shits about reason or sense outside themselves anymore, stop trying to explain shit to a toxically induced hallucination that’s high on its own jenkem, baby remember the term “whatever”

Not me fighting for my life trying to unscramble it 😂😭💜🐀

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No need to apologize! it’s all just fuck ass anyways lmao

Oh it’s not lost on me just making
A comical observation of how shit for brains everything is now
Very funny
Very real
It’s all very important and REAL

In the past commercials were like: get this vacuum, pine sol, restaurant, magazine, car, cat litter
Now it’s:
Fake thing for an idea, idea of a fake thing, concept of money, rich people thought form, gobbledygook, gambling, ai, no product app, money but it costs money, subscription to ideas, Jesus

@annelouiseavery.bsky.social
I’m very curios about the charm Dame Rukenawe speaks over Reynard “Blaerde Shay Alphenio Kasbue Gorfons Alsbuifrio”
What does it mean? The use of the specific “magic words” piqued my interest after I could find no translation, is there a trick to it or some old lore?

One of the best shows I’ve seen just amazing