Fuck Valentines day. Ok, a "saint" was killed for his letters to a beloved, but that shouldn't be an excuse to spend ridiculous amounts of money on your current partner (or partners). I am a romantic person, as some of you may know, and I don't think that romance should be ignored every day of the year except for this one day in cold hard February. It's all commercialized bullshit, by Hallmark, by the chocolate companies, by the flower companies, and by diamond dealers. Diamonds! How many children or other enslaved people died to get that fucking rock on your finger! I will not condone slavery and mistreatment for luxury of people (mostly women) who have not known what it is like to work that hard, to be enslaved for greed. The card people-- corporate slavery,... and the chocolate and flower people get a break from me (for chocolate is an art, and farming is also hard and rewarding). But not roses! Fucking christ, roses are the most cliche and unoriginal gift ever. Anyone who has spoken to me on the subject knows my personal reasons for not liking roses as a gift, so I won't continue that now.

Nonetheless, I had a very rewarding and happy day. Not because it was the 14th of February. Freya's month, yes? A homage to all love deities, Frey, Freya, Aphrodite, Venus, etc etc I could name them all but I won't. You get the idea.

On a completely unrelated note: Shout out (or whatever) to those new people I've met and had the pleasure of getting to know, or soon to get to know. I've had lots of fun.

Work is work is work. I don't know if it's just me or if work is just supposed to suck sometimes.  I really love what I do, really.But it seems too much, sometimes. Other times not enough. Agh, I'm trying to accept it as just work, something everyone has to do and most people don't enjoy.

I've got pieces and lines of things I've written but none of it fits together. It's choatic and mostly totally unrelated subjects. So I won't try to piece something together just for you all to read, but know I'm working on it.

In case there is anyone I've not mentioned it to yet, I'm visiting Montana in the first week of June. In G-Funk for a few days, in Helena for a few days, may pass through Missoula if time allows. My friend Kim and I will be road tripping it, so bring your love by cause I miss you all very much.

I'll leave you with song, as per usual, and sip my tea and go to sleep.



"Oh! Insinuant tongue of Lilith Oh!
Virtuous Latin Langsuyar
Will you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith?
Will I take part in the lybidious dances of Nergal?

I lust with thee.

Pictures, fetishes of luxury!
Does the incomparable beauty of Kali
Still adorn this grey heart, my own
Where the love of Lebasy Once shined Joy, now Sorrow...

I lust with thee.
These exquisite Icons of Impurity!

[Narration:]

As I undress you of Pagan beauty
Who embrace my Sex with all your passion and strength
The lost chimera of Virginity will be your true purity
And thy Crownleyian erotic laws will rule at last! We, seekers can not deny...

That the Temptation of Samael Is thy Erotic law of every Man
And I will hesitate not to enter Hell
Where this dioniosiac fortune had ever dwell!
Oh! Phallus of Satanachia, possess with me
These cunted beings to their
End Until the Sunset of their resistance fall
Behind the flowers which adorn their head I lust with thee.
Everlasting seekers of Animality"

Moonspell, "Tenebrarum Oratorium (Andamento II / Erotic Compendyum)", Under Satanae

Twilight and Beauty,
Salome

Or as a friend says, 'It's happy horny werewolf day'.
From wikipedia:
In Ancient Rome, February 15 was Lupercalia, an archaic rite connected to fertility, without overtones of romance. Plutarch wrote:

Lupercalia, of which many write that it was anciently celebrated by shepherds, and has also some connection with the Arcadian Lycaea. At this time many of the noble youths and of the magistrates run up and down through the city naked, for sport and laughter striking those they meet with shaggy thongs. And many women of rank also purposely get in their way, and like children at school present their hands to be struck, believing that the pregnant will thus be helped in delivery, and the barren to pregnancy.[13]

The word Lupercalia comes from lupus, or "wolf", so the holiday may be connected with the legendary wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus. Priests of the collegium of luperci would travel to the lupercal, the cave where the she-wolf who reared Romulus and Remus allegedly lived, and sacrifice animals (two goats and a dog). The blood would then be scattered in the streets, to bring fertility and keep the wolves away from the fields. [14] Lupercalia was a festival local to the city of Rome. The more general Festival of Juno Februa, meaning "Juno the purifier "or "the chaste Juno," was celebrated on February 13-14. Pope Gelasius I (492-496) abolished Lupercalia.