Ayn Rand is dead!

Restraint can manifest

Without castration.


See the future.

Kill yourselves!


O masochists!

Consider the pleasure

from the tip of a switch!


See the future.

Kill yourselves!


You aren't my brothers.

The forest is dark

for the trees!


See the future.

Kill yourselves!


Don't choose the statist

who'll relegate you

to a peon in shangri-la.


See the future.

End it all!

I traveled to Scotland,

where I was overcome with the mighty caber!

Just then a Glaswegian badger bit me,

and made me hungry for mutton chops

and other sweets.

I made a little piggy of myself.

Saved by my trusty Japanese horny remover,

I drifted off into a Celtic trance.

Knock Knock!

Who's there?

Superbunny.

Superbunny who?

Superbunny-fragile-plastic-Estee-halitosis!

With the moon in the eighth house,

Under the enchantment of Cybele,

I'll drift off to the lyre of Ὀρφεύς

Awash in the elixir of life.



Sophia will guide me,

When I am becoming.



My astral body will take flight

As I turn my back on Clio,

To follow the hymn of Maitreya

Adrift in the fullness of time.



Father, her consort, shows me

When I am becoming.



A rite of transformation

Suspends me beyond the abyss,

Travelling from my earthly prison

Toward the celestial Pleroma.



Pistis everlasting

When I am becoming