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Month: December, 2017

The Star, The Moon, The Sun ~ A Comparative Literature Approach to Tarot to Bless Your Moon (2018) and Sun (2019), With Deep Gratitude to Star (2017)

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Imagine in your head’s ears Rick’s voice from Rick and Morty

he’s saying

I’m getting fucked by Nate Foster, BITCHES YEAHHHHHHHHH WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB

Merry Christmas 2017

Merry Christmas All!

 

Sharing the Christmas Spirit, current and past posts include

 

2017

https://occultfan.wordpress.com/2017/12/23/carols-of-christmas-communion/

https://occultfan.bandcamp.com/album/carols-of-christmas-communion

 

2016

https://occultfan.wordpress.com/2016/12/25/calligraphy-christmas-cards/

Carols of Christmas Communion

MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVES

 

I done did it AGAINZ

 

last year it was https://occultfan.wordpress.com/2016/12/25/calligraphy-christmas-cards/

 

this year 6 songs for 6 people a piece/peace that makes 36 recipients this year

 

a little more focused, and if you didn’t make it this year, and you are interested in doing so, as one of our recipients MC Laubscher puts it; Focus on Relationship Capital, only just after your Mental Capital – Skills, and People Skills – just this focus alone is a gift to many, those who choose to innerstand what I have just spoken to. Grand Architect/God bless us all.

 

First up, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

this one goes out to a few personal friends… Jen… V… Jerry… Steven+James… Ryan… Mei

The Christmas Song –

I’ll expand on why sometime, but here’s to a few mentors of mine – Gordon White, Christopher Loring Knowles, MC Laubscher, Alex+Allyson Grey, Greg (WOS), and Scarlet Imprint

 

Jingle Bells –

A ‘spooky’ take on a ‘Christmas original’ (don’t ask insane Boston professors) actually written by a Jew (one quarter of me could have written it, but 100% of me kicked arse on this) so for our next 6: Merry Christmas to Dr. Joseph Farrell, Catherine Austin Fitts, my entire cotillion of Brother Masons (yes, Greg, Erik, Chris and more!!!), Michael Joseph, and Darren, and NoAgenda (Adam+John C!!! where the C stands for Carols of Christmas Communion) ~

 

Let It Snow –

Alright, well, our next six recipients are just as pell-mell seeming as the rest, but I love doing this and I love my fellow recipients of this song so here we go;

Katherine… Joey… Ash…CShell…Sam+Tom [Corvuses], Tracy

We Wish You A Merry Christmas –

Furthermore As I included my Brothers as a group, I wish the following three groups and three individuals a Very Merry Christmas and a Super Happy New Year~

Rune Soupers~ Gizars~ HighersideChatters … Obvious thanks to Greg (thanks for trying to find us weed in Hollywood! – we totally did anyways~), to my very good friend DaveDavid (we did it~!), and to Mitch Horowitz, for keeping me honest.

Winter Wonderland –

Just a final stretch of winners now… I love you, us, we all. So, in no particular aplomb apart from the aforementioned, a final six… here goes…

Susan (*) [so it goes…], Chris, Frater Xavier, Austin, Preston, and Charles.

Nate Foster/Nathan Lee Miller Foster/Occult Fan

Winter Solsticeish 2017

xoxo :3

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Strawberry Mane

witcha white robe
and yr
strawberry mane
yr
my
favourite mate

Moonlust Wilderness

Cull

Cull

Cull the whor’d

The lost bloodshot rancor

the miserable poor

the blasted the blessless the bloodless the bastards

pour them in to a heap

and blend them to a drink

there is nothing worthless

tossed in to the kitchen sink

so let them blend

let them scream

let them panic

and vomit

and shriek

and when the word is said and done

I am the smoke

rising from the gun

I am the blood

at the foot

of the guillotine’s bouillon

and the worms or war

are red and won

coded and armisticed

every single

last one

 

for my fur still grows

and my teeth grin glow

smiles scyth’d in th style of th peckish

fluorid flowering

as we flow

to crown upon a blossom sound

we holy hold

the moving ground

no single syllable

uttered to break the spell

 

oh

well

 

holy

 

hell

Ions, Tent In

Rhapsody Mirror

Kill Me In Your Dark Truth

In The Base Debased Minor Threat Safe Spaces of Micro Aggressions

Fuck Your Dark Sawn Saw Born Confessions

We will rely upon

The Non-Retarded Millenninial Survivors Inventions

In

Tent

Ions

The Ocean’s Tides are Palindromes

my little mermaid

she surfaces to sing to me

oh sweet lion king

you belong with your queen

I beg you, my darling

not to touch me

it is the only thing we need

and it will break you utterly

and completely

run, boy, run back

to your fields, tend your flock

my king of beasts

I your beauty

and your whore

succor at the sweet nectar

of our effervescent milk from stars above

lonely and the flood gate fate

sweet upon the hearth of death’s embrace

I grin gently now

finally the tears

are less numerous now by the ocean’s tide

as she takes me

as she takes me

as she takes me

 

oh yes oh yes

I am

going

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