PostMetaHyper Cabal Absurdist Blahblahblah Occult Nightmare
come to me, oh come to me, flock around all and hear my words. brothers and sisters of the cloth the time has indeed come. we are beginning to rev up the dancing machines, and She needs YOU to spin the gears and march to the drums.
ONE ARMED ERIS NEEDS YOU FOR THE LIBER BULLSHIT
What is the Liber Bullshit?
It is Our Great Work. The never ending tinker toy godchild slithering blindly from the birthing corpse of post modernism. It is our gift to the universe that does not invite us to any of it’s bitchin parties. The metaphysical flaming bag of dog shit on the front porch of the Tao. It is what we shall leave those who come after and bring back in time to those who came before. We work for ourselves far to much
THE LIBER BULLSHIT IS FOR THE CHILDREN DEAR GOD WON’T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?
This is our akashic record, and soon after it will be everyone’s. For our beloved mother has given unto us a task-nay THE TASK.
And it is such.
Dec 21st 2012 WE, THE BELOVED SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF ONE ARMED ERIS THE COSMIC 16 YEAR OLD CHEERLEADER TROLL OV THE MUMBOJUMBO SHALL BURN THE AKASHIC RECORDS.
We are hijacking leylines around the world. We are setting up Astral holes in the wall and aetheric IEDs. And on that date we shall route the energy of the earth and limbo peak and mix them with the doomsday juju of numerological date and focus the fires of our galactic center unto the akashic records. FREEDOM FROM REALITY CAN BE OURS. These records keep track of everything that has ever happened and ever will happen. We will give unto humanity Eris’s gift of freedom by getting rid of them once and for all.
We Will then collectively replace them with The Liber Bullshit, the never-finished copyleft works of any who dare to pick up the pen. We will write our own fables and mythology, we will scribe our own Aeon.
Eris cut from herself her own arm, and from this tanned the cover and pages of the Liber Bullshit using her flesh. She has stitched it with her veins, and fashioned pens from her bones. The Ink is her white blood. And she has set this upon thy table for you to write in. rituals and ravings, parables and penis drawings. She has provided the parchment for us, it is up to you to join us and fill it.
A new Aeon is fast coming, will you help fill it?
For those who say this is impossible, the impossible is possible if you believe the impossible is possible. What is the sound of one hand clapping in the woods when no one is around? We will accomplish our goals because no one believes us enough to try and stop us.
Soon I will have the blueprints made for the IED’s and the leyline routers. For now I task my brothers and sisters to CREATE. Create a pen name, and write/draw/film/perform The Liber Bullshit. We shall collect these works and from them create the ILLUMINATION.ISO and beam it into the galactic center DEC 21st 2012.
More To Come.
Working on router shits, Deadra worshits, Lupokian madness. More to come when the net is back up
DO AS YOUR TOLD SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW
LIBER 186 COMES
DOUBLE THE CROWLEY, DOUBLE THE FUN