I'd like to wake up one morning. Instead of the Sun, I'd like to see darkness at the window. A new, strange darkness, a darkness that illuminates my day, darkness as my new light. [...]
Walking through the streets while shiny and hyper-polluting steel motorcycles whiz by next to me, puffing pure black every time the accelerator is touched. Admiring the dry grass, the dead trees, the pools of polluted black water where children play. Looking up at the brown sky covered by an impenetrable gray blanket, fueled by fumes, dust and stench rising from below. [...]
I wish there were no police, no laws, no courts, no rules, and no limits. I wish there were only Satanic Brotherhoods, each linked to one of the many Temples in the city, and these Brotherhoods independently managed their own area or neighborhood, with guards patrolling the streets free of any action, abuse, rape and obscenities. And I wish that the nearest Satanic Temple was a police station, court, prison and place of execution for any dispute, all in one. I'd like to see these numerous Satanic Brotherhoods that enter into constant conflict with each other to compete for territory, traffic, people, roads, buildings and properties, throwing the city into a continuous, deadly and unstoppable internal war, where there is no peace, but only eternal conflict, where there is no handshake but only brawling, where there is no laughter but only murderous growls, where there is no collaboration but only oppression, where there is no law or order but only vice, selfishness, arrogance and despotism. [...]
I wish there was no other art than the art of fucking. I wish there was no other music than that of a hundred men fucking in a huge orgy. I wish there was no other sculpture than that of the synthetic muscles of the Satanists. I wish there was no other story than the last fuck, waiting for the next one. I wish there was no other smell than that of the piss, cum, shit and sweat of a thousand men fucking. I wish there was no other culture and wisdom than that of fucking in the most perverse and wild way possible.
One morning in 2025, I wish I could wake up and find this.
This is my Satanic Bad Resolution for the 2025.
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