Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Key Fucking west...eh?
So I got here via traversing matter spell. Rather quickly I might add. But the muggles in this village are of the worst order. So unable to call up or summon their own energy. They endlessly run around after the closest thing they can to real energy...money. So much attention they give this paper. Too bad the collecting of these things add nothing to their personality. I have met people with millions of them and for all their large collection they can still be ascribed no title higher than non magical slime. So people around here warn me this is a pirate island... then they act weak, not is not physical although some times. But in the mind. They tell me You are too full of pride, and ego, and tell me that I have a god complex.... Its all true. My path requires me to think exceeding highly of myself. Better? No. More important to myself, Yes, with out a doubt. There are soo many people here on this Island though that I love and would always give of myself to, till they shew themselves to be unworthy. any way My business cards came in the mail today, all i need is one more ingredient then i can finish the return spell. I am looking forward to this. Dwelling in a non magical society can wear on your mind and throw off the left handed delicate balance of love and hate and pleasure and pain.
Labels:
invocation,
luciferian,
magik,
sex in the semetairy
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