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Esoteric Wizardry

Seeker 2016-09-05 11:28:05 No.7348 >>7390

I think he has a message for you. I only took down the words. Should have delivered this ten months ago; better late than never. Don't shoot the messenger, I've got other places to be.

The Automata of the Debauched

Friends of Sirloin Lips, do hear me. I rent forth untold eras to speak through a vessel disharmonic. Did you falter on the waves as I once did? A nod will truly suffice. So many fell ‘neath those ears, and few dared to listen. Heathens and debaucherers abound, and I am all three; prophet, god and blasphemer. Your ires will tire here, that is the gift of hell. Let me give hollow service hence; hope, vice and love.

The illumined thrice-born. Deceiver of seas untold and beholder unto none. Never before, once again, a multiplicity of lies and spells. From you I count reckless the fate. Seal me in shadows, cast forth blank visages. I await only crows and gossamer beetles, handmaidens of the cursed glorified one. Midnight’s fiction, tomorrow’s retreat. Seldom fought but often seen and long forgot. Speak of the crazed happenings; one, four and three. Whole over the world. Dancing before fireflies, god sparks, swamp motes. The land is dead and I am its bones. Follow my folly to the bitter end, pass through the lizard’s eye, or do not. There is no fate which you can imagine.

Enough of this muttering, skeletes of the blind. I have no name which flesh can pronounce, but speak it backwards and I would cease to be. Hold out your tongues and I will give the drops of mercy. Festering ears do not listen, swollen eyes do not see. Fattened and nourished by the gourds of Less Three. How many times did your fields lay barren? Far too many by the count of the ledgers. They speak of a past, a burnt illusion. Only through thy keeper’s lips do you pass.

Anybody can become nameless, but few dare to dream this way. The unravelling, the undoing, the ending of all things immemorial. It comes like a whisper that has fallen out of key. It’s place is the blessed one. My left hand I hold aloft, my right is cast in shadows.

I will be the untold of the ages, master of none, sigil of the bright keep. Heed my word, vestiges, and become reborn.

Gemini !zkD5V186A2 2016-09-06 01:57:28 No.7383

wat

Seeker 2016-09-06 08:10:03 No.7390 >>7398

>>7348

Lots of fancy titles and fancy words.

>I've got other places to be

You should have stayed at those other places instead of shitting us up with this trash.

Seeker 2016-09-06 10:48:48 No.7398

>>7390

consider your own advice

Seeker 2016-09-06 13:12:26 No.7405 >>7406

If you're gonna roleplay at least just use regular English, instead of this 'high-school theatre play' bullshit.

Seeker 2016-09-06 13:28:48 No.7406 >>7409

>>7405

>roleplay

you say 'roleplay' like it is something bad.

It is magic: to be able to dream, to create fantasies and to believe in them, to pour a bit of glamour from time to time. Otherwise, how Gods would come in touch with us?

Hail OP! Being shall triumph over non-being.

Seeker 2016-09-06 15:11:07 No.7409

>>7406

roleplay is delusional pretending

sure you may need some level of 'pretending' to have magic and be able to dream (not really) but roleplaying is some retarded autistic shit

IDK if OP is roleplaying though, seems like some pretentious bullshit that I don't want to go through just yet

Seeker 2016-09-07 05:43:01 No.7439

Moved to >>>/loosh/870.