This past week was crazy and amazing. From long distance cohorts coming into town (Willy and Sean), to the voluptuous rapture of long intoxicated nights with wild beasts of women, to hanging out with church of satan folks, and to go see Non, talk shit with Herr Rice again and end up meeting some great people from NYC, my enthusiasm is full force. As America falls apart Vinland rises.
This here is rather amusing-

A dream this past week partially inspired by the Thomas Nola song "vanity is a sin". They day before I had the dream I was listing to the song, which details lurid escapades with a nun and was thinking that it would be funny if the story was true. Its a great song, go get it.
I had a dream where I was in another city with David Williams and Ordnung. In this dream I met a young girl in high school, a very small, slight girl with long light brown hair. She had a boyfriend but quickly forgot about him. I spent most of this dream running around with this girl. In the dream we fell in love with one another. Her personality was meek and sycophantic and a tad naively loyal and serving. It was time to return to philly, and the girl wanted to go there with us. But she was only 17 and in high school. So I went to her home. She was raised by nuns and priests. Apparently her birth was never registered, she had no birth certificate or SSI number. Legally they couldn't keep her from leaving with me because legally they had no control over a girl who didn't exist. I asked a man there about what was the story with this girl's unusual birth and he told me that I had to talk to a guy named Thomas Nola. It dawned on me that this girl was the bastard love child of vanity is a sin. She was a hidden child of some nun.
In real life I called up David Williams to tell him about the dream, and asked him to ask Thomas Nola if the lyrics to vanity is a sin were true or not. Thomas actually happened to be in town when I called. Apparently the lyrics are pure fiction.
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I found this here written in the oil refinery. The sentiment expressed here is indicative why there are always people who after a period of being crusty go over over traditionalist inspired forms of culture. The squatter lifestyle is a tribal regression and so obviously in white kids this would lead to a pagan reawakening. In a sense of return and renewal there is not the proletariat but the volk, not the commune but the village. Notice ARA types are never from the squatter end of punk rock culture. The Cultural Marxism that informs the sentiment behind efforts like ARA or the OPP is still based on Semitic alienation. The squatter lifestyle reinforces the body and the sensual too much to not allow instinct to destroy rhetoric and transcend alienation between the mind and body given time. The oil refinery still stands as a big Jungian Rorschach ready stir up the primordial in many a dirty boy and girl.


Humorously enough after the Non show this past weekend Justin, Von Gehl and I spent a day hanging out with some badass folks on a similar page that were all from c-squat and we talked quite a bit about this topic.
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This here is being added for Adrina's sake, some lyrics she has to learn.
Force and heat
Flowers grow to the sun
Birds dart through the trees
Holy moon at night
our sight to the seas
It could be the woods
It could be a city street
Dancing in a swirl
of force and heat
I saw the sun shine through
the cracks of a vine covered wall
I heard the birds sing
for the rain to wash away it all
It could be the woods
It could be a city street
Dancing in a swirl
of force and heat
The moon revealed a storm
in which there was a voice
that spoke without words
devoid of choice
It could be the woods
It could be a city street
Dancing in a swirl
of force and heat