That I'm about to go "Richard Dawkins" on the entire New Age Movement. Have reached AND exceeded the maximum amount of being the recipient of Flakey New Age Behavior, Delusions, Hallucinations, Fantasy Lives, and Franchised Paranoia. Read Out: What a fucking tragic waste of Human Potential. And a manifestation of Devolution.

That will do very well. I can almost taste it.

"The Sun is Not God!" Here as the sun apparently begins it's long journey south it has been made possible to distribute, for the first time ever, the complete uncensored version of THE BOOK OF THE FLAWS...a Broadway play. Act it out. Don’t Dream it, be it. Unless all your dreams are dry. Then you have my pity. -----Pan Paniscus Bonobo, the Hairiest of the Hairy Scaries. ©copyright 2008 Stimpson Jaycat

Note: Posted many Moons ago...before this Holy Tome was declared an offical Holy Tome of the Generic Thelemic Order. If you've read it before, pass on. Or read it again, slow mo it, and memorize all the...a Broadway play. Act it out. Don’t Dream it, be it. Unless all your dreams are dry. Then you have my pity. -----Pan Paniscus Bonobo, the Hairiest of the Hairy Scaries. ©copyright 2008 Stimpson Jaycat

Boy oh boy Is it sure raining and boy Oh boy Am I sure Lucidly drunk Comfortably numb Lucidly vivid Relaxed and fretful Dangerously delighted Making no headway In Crowley's diary For 1920 Crack the whip Of vigilant research My estranged avatar Of our Lady of Night Whose name is time.