In our holofractal operating system of mundane chaos magic, our mutant augmentation of demiurge delights, Trump continues to be Imperator Maximus. Perhaps the Antichrist too, but y’know, potato, potatoh. It’s all reconcilement of dualities in our Luciferian apotheosis. Abracadabra! Women now have penises!
In Clown World, all the old rules have imploded and exploded. Thought-form tulpas and every shadowy fairground grotesquery hidden in the corner of the psyche has become animated, spilling onto the streets, and we have found ourselves living in a 3d circus of the imagination and disembowelled esoterica That Always Was, but with their separating veils ripped away.… Read the rest