image dump (warning: disturbing/annoying objects present)

[OP ED]

orpheus sat is his garden shed, wondering what to do.

Op Ed, while I enjoy decoding your theories from the pictures, sometimes I'm not very good at it. What happens is partly communication, partly rorshach test (zOMG teh Watchman viral marketng!!11!)

Aint we all just splatches on the walls?

“The first rule of warfare is to wear long-sleeved and long-legged underwear. You can never conjure up brilliance with a cold bottom.”
--Napoleon, via Kubrick


my pictures are here for storage, because i like them, not for decoding. it would be difficult, at best, to do so anyway. especially considering i collect artifacts of things i despise as well.

i've been rehabilitating and having trouble forming complex thoughts, as such i'd been putting off responding to some of the earlier comments in this thread. i will eventually address them as best as i am able.

[i'll be gone tomorrow nite to view the watchmen, actually, got my tix already]

Only if we ask too many of the right questions.

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(Sorry, carry on... love the thread, ED...)

hey psynapz. feel free to drop by anytime for bullshitting. there is no topic to this thread so you can post anything that is not actively breaking forum rules, AFAIC.

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i'm going to cross-post my experience from this morning next, before i get to the other things here. and probably some of my drawings of it, later tonite....

[OP ED]

cross-posted. sorry 28 if i derailed your thread.

wanna hear a funny story?

something totally unrelated to any of this.

last nite i couldn't sleep. i'd suggest this is a result of having slept all day. whatever it was, i was up and down all evening. got bored this morning. not sure exactly what time, but the sun had just started coming up but couldn't actually be seen from here yet.

so i'm trying to sleep. dozing in and out. had this bizarre dream of some mexican guy [i don't know] who managed to play me out of some money in some scam artistry outside my local IHOP where i was going to meet some friends for dinner. anyhow he basically robs me and i spend the nite trying to catch him, missing the dinner date.

[somehow IHOP let me eat for free when i finally get inside, something they've actually done for me before on account of my having gone there for years]

afterwards, as i go home, i drive through this sort of carnival parade thing blocking my street. at first i thought they were anti-abortion protestors, as there is an "advisory" clinic on my block that gets targeted fairly often during the summer. [still dreaming here] they block my path. lots of people in masks and costumes of various sorts. eventually they surround my car and start pounding my windows and doors. it is at this point that i realize that these people aren't wearing animal masks, etc, that in fact, they all have animal heads. as my window finally caves in, i wake up.

look at the clock, i'd only dozed off for a few minutes. fortunately my fever from my recent sickness seems to have broken. i feel much better actually except for being mildly disturbed by my dream.

needing nicotine and caffeine, i decide to call off sleeping, and get up for the day. get dressed. start coffee. nagging feeling. [like i forgot something important] turn on oven/stove to make breakfast. pour coffee. decide i need fresh air, since i can breathe again now, and decide to take my coffee into my garage. i go outside, but don't open the garage door. too chilly for me to enjoy the full effect in my recovering state. i leave the lights off because i enjoy the sorta pale dawnlite. drinking coffee, light cigarette. i wander about a moment.

eventually i walk over to the window of the garage door, it looks out on my driveway.

there is some dude [speculative] standing in my driveway. about say, 40 yrds away, near the street. in a robe and cloak. with a strange mask on. looks like an elephant.

just fucking staring at my house.

not moving at all. i watch [him?] through my window for a few minutes. maybe less, like two or three minutes. felt longer i'm sure. he never moves, but i get the distinct impression he is staring at me and knows i can see him, even though this should be impossible. [this particular window is basically one-way with the lights off inside, and nowhere i'd been in my house was visible from the front, even if one could see through my perpetually closed blinds] while i am pondering this, reassuring myself that there is in fact no way this person can see me, it finally moves. just nodding its head. like "yes, i can see you". creeped me out. my interest is no longer passive and i take two steps to the door inside to retrieve one of my many firearms. when i return to the window, in preparations to open the door and question and/or frighten this person, they are gone.

is it better to hope that i am now schizophrenic or that creepy people in masks are stalking me?

all of this happened a few hours ago.

[nathan28]

cross-posted. sorry 28 if i derailed your thread.

wanna hear a funny story?

something totally unrelated to any of this.

last nite i couldn't sleep. i'd suggest this is a result of having slept all day. whatever it was, i was up and down all evening. got bored this morning. not sure exactly what time, but the sun had just started coming up but couldn't actually be seen from here yet.

so i'm trying to sleep. dozing in and out. had this bizarre dream of some mexican guy [i don't know] who managed to play me out of some money in some scam artistry outside my local IHOP where i was going to meet some friends for dinner. anyhow he basically robs me and i spend the nite trying to catch him, missing the dinner date.

[somehow IHOP let me eat for free when i finally get inside, something they've actually done for me before on account of my having gone there for years]

afterwards, as i go home, i drive through this sort of carnival parade thing blocking my street. at first i thought they were anti-abortion protestors, as there is an "advisory" clinic on my block that gets targeted fairly often during the summer. [still dreaming here] they block my path. lots of people in masks and costumes of various sorts. eventually they surround my car and start pounding my windows and doors. it is at this point that i realize that these people aren't wearing animal masks, etc, that in fact, they all have animal heads. as my window finally caves in, i wake up.

look at the clock, i'd only dozed off for a few minutes. fortunately my fever from my recent sickness seems to have broken. i feel much better actually except for being mildly disturbed by my dream.

needing nicotine and caffeine, i decide to call off sleeping, and get up for the day. get dressed. start coffee. nagging feeling. [like i forgot something important] turn on oven/stove to make breakfast. pour coffee. decide i need fresh air, since i can breathe again now, and decide to take my coffee into my garage. i go outside, but don't open the garage door. too chilly for me to enjoy the full effect in my recovering state. i leave the lights off because i enjoy the sorta pale dawnlite. drinking coffee, light cigarette. i wander about a moment.

eventually i walk over to the window of the garage door, it looks out on my driveway.

there is some dude [speculative] standing in my driveway. about say, 40 yrds away, near the street. in a robe and cloak. with a strange mask on. looks like an elephant.

just fucking staring at my house.

not moving at all. i watch [him?] through my window for a few minutes. maybe less, like two or three minutes. felt longer i'm sure. he never moves, but i get the distinct impression he is staring at me and knows i can see him, even though this should be impossible. [this particular window is basically one-way with the lights off inside, and nowhere i'd been in my house was visible from the front, even if one could see through my perpetually closed blinds] while i am pondering this, reassuring myself that there is in fact no way this person can see me, it finally moves. just nodding its head. like "yes, i can see you". creeped me out. my interest is no longer passive and i take two steps to the door inside to retrieve one of my many firearms. when i return to the window, in preparations to open the door and question and/or frighten this person, they are gone.

is it better to hope that i am now schizophrenic or that creepy people in masks are stalking me?

all of this happened a few hours ago.

no worries on de-railing

several years ago i was living in a basement of a house in a shitty neighborhood in one of America's Inner Cities. I was in one of those 19th-Century blighted "railroad suburbs": you know, rowhouse after rowhouse and not a grocery store in sight, but at least three crack dealers. So whenever I needed to walk to the metro, rather than take the sidewalks and walk through the projects, I'd climb through a hole in the fence and walk down the Amtrak and commuter rails.

Well, one day I had a bag full of all sorts of post-modern gris-gris that i was going to dispose of to allow the neighbor spirits to consume. On my way out, I pick up the bag and head to train tracks. It's broad daylight. No one's on them in either direction, and it's flat terrain on the tracks, so I can see either way pretty far. I am walking by a large pile of bushes, I make some ad hoc statement and throw the bag into the bushes. I keep walking and about a fifty yards later turn around for no reason, and see someone standing there, walking into the bushes. I walk a little further, turn around again, probably less than a minute later and see no one anywhere.

And on edit, OE, you are absolutely posting pictures in a thematic manner

[OP ED]

And on edit, OE, you are absolutely posting pictures in a thematic manner

indeed. i didn't intend to imply otherwise. only to say that attempting to arrive at definite conclusions as to what my theme is would not be the easiest task because it is both nonlinear and nonliteral in many cases.

[OP ED]

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i am working on a color reconstruction of what the elephant mask itself would look like alone. it may not be finished tonite.

[OP ED]

And on edit, OE, you are absolutely posting pictures in a thematic manner

indeed. i didn't intend to imply otherwise. only to say that attempting to arrive at definite conclusions as to what my theme is would not be the easiest task because it is both nonlinear and nonliteral in many cases.

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ΚΕΦΑΛΗ {ΝF}

TROUBLE WITH TWINS

Holy, holy, holy, unto Five Hundred and Fifty Five times holy be OUR LADY of the STARS!

Holy, holy, holy, unto One Hundred and Fifty Six times holy be OUR LADY that rideth upon THE BEAST!

Holy, holy, holy, unto the Number of Times Necessary and Appropriate be OUR LADY Isis in Her Millions-of-Names, All-Mother, Genetrix-Meretrix!

Yet holier than all These to me is LAYLAH, night and death; for Her do I blaspheme alike the finite and the The Infinite.

So wrote not FRATER PERDURABO, but the Imp Crowley in his Name.

For forgery let him suffer Penal Servitude for Seven Years; or at least let him do Pranayama all the way home—home? nay! but to the house of the harlot whom he loveth not. For it is LAYLAH that he loveth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

And yet who knoweth which is Crowley, and which is FRATER PERDURABO?

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COMMENTARY (NF)

The number of the chapter refers to Liber Legis I, 24, for paragraph 1 refers to Nuit. The —twins“ in the title are those mentioned in paragraph 5.

555 is HADIT, HAD spelt in full. 156 is BABALON.

In paragraph 4 is the gist of the chapter, Laylah being again introduced, as in Chapters 28, 29, 49 and 55.

The exoteric blasphemy, it is hinted in the last paragraph,may be an esoteric arcanum, for the Master of the Temple is interested in Malkuth, as Malkuth is in Binah; also —Malkuth is in Kether, and Kether in Malkuth; and, to the Ipsissimus, dissolution in the body of Nuit and a visit to a brothel may be identical

[OP ED's commentary on Crow's final paragraph here for chapter 56 of the Book of Lies = only if you dissolve properly]

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[Penguin]

OP ED:
Hope your pancakes are fine.
Just slept for fourteen hours and dreamt a pile of dreams.
I was a little bit confused when waking up - most of em were of the "could be real" variety.

Now my neurons are feeling rather refreshed and Im thinking Ill have some activities to-day. Sauna at least. Sweat it all out.

[OP ED]

OP ED:
Hope your pancakes are fine.
Just slept for fourteen hours and dreamt a pile of dreams.
I was a little bit confused when waking up - most of em were of the "could be real" variety.

Now my neurons are feeling rather refreshed and Im thinking Ill have some activities to-day. Sauna at least. Sweat it all out.

weird part about the beginning of my dream was that it was all normal, really, until it got to the anthropomorphisms.

i like the sweating idea. i've been doing the same and/or its equivalent recently. it has seemingly helped me to at least feel more comfortabe. i think another session before i go out tonite will be enough to keep me on my feet.

[OP ED]

have to edit linkages afterwards. it was important this one was on time.




















































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see you around.

LIL. (93/93)
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[Joe Hillshoist]

I just wanna say that this is a great thread. Its just really hard to keep up with.

[Perelandra]

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It's a holographic microcosm.







Not Leda, but Aphrodite:

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