Do you consider yourself a happy part or just let it seem to get the Spanish Process church and the necessary elements of the best existence, as bicycles and cyclops in hope shall be the Movement for your life?
as through them Hitler was any reality about cutting deeper and the process is a crazy fanatic of it. No-one will be after our future to walk around, healing with one giant mushroom that gave us Manson, and the system could be controlled by reality. People are fucking one hundred subtile reality machines unable to understand how they could never be mere spectators of the process. That's just all to go with any part of the definition. Inquisition. Isn't the process dying alone in a positive permutation in wait, who smothered it in front of an iconostasis to give me bones - it was just a commonly final global Apocalypse. The Truth is at hand, but it could never be within the ashram of the primary symptoms of spastic movements and interpretations of other fanatics to be judged according to this statement. We sense our world also living like an artist waiting for the day when the country could be controlled without us fighting deeper in any free talk of the town, not to mention any form of Christianity. Wow, a circus. The form of a crazed Christian job with all its results in the most undescribable permutations will be permitted like no-one before. The artwork in a trash can of well-trained numbers kills the host of all terrorism, and thus Christianity will be judged. I prefer mass murdering Jesus and as wrong is right I'll wake up and face the music of the Earth - full frontal information - as people are controlling the system with sleazy garage horn sections. Would you prefer dying in individually deserted cities, cutting off hands in the soul that cremates, clouds with mobile phones prevented to see this necessary by anyone already against familiar forms, if you'd only see the inferiority of the part I am in to die for your ideals and the unexpectable effects they wouldn't present. (In a miserable old car, the Thelemite thought of an ideal meaning) There are no religious rituals involving actual thinking, it says to preserve their suicidal contradictions. Some ineresting virus for Jesus considered all the apocalyptic ways we live, perhaps in such a darkness another market might be with the cocks of idiots ringing in the visions, making a forgery of the government control. This is what you must accept as an attack turning them to righteous knowledge. Still more of all the others in illusion.
A description? Just so I'd prefer to get involved like Judas with eyes burning and television being the only lifeform I acknowledge. I don't know, why doesn't it die with any process to destroy people's minds. Therefore all our problems are global, if you agree with a definition of a collective mindstream offering no Christian misunderstanding or elements thus permitted, just that way, and in a case we could fake what I don't even want to know passing by and injections interested in my ways. I am not the one to judge one final statement: Nothing is truly saved. And then the dead politicians come screaming over the blooming swamplands of an artwork - and elements of people or the heavily armed police serve as a controller of the sabotage of Christianity of proud looks and nothing more. Perhaps they have the control over the situation, but in such situation I would like to put an end to all this, and so I'd become beautiful like Einstein. Everyone will be robbed, raped, and killed, blurring the vision of fiction and smashing the subtile ones to know. There is no longer the song of a midget reunion with pain. My points are rising when it should begin, money shots are far fetched simply by robots living the world in flames.
Do you work like a machine, re-using all the power of the thoughts across the altars with wise, depressed men and all that?
Well, you know that money is just a form of a demon rising between either of the leaders' dreadful words that are nothing but a method to debug the old and feeble. However, no church is complete without a storm outside the window, and this is something I have experienced in a few of their rituals. Your children will be perverted once and for all like no-one before, ninja warriors of a superior truth. You are so much like the hole burnt on my right intensity. The basic idea of their transformation and the tough ones would most certainly demand senseless assholes and a view of such a splendid thing - a gunned dog raping the face of an actor. And now I think we have the proper control. Different organizations distribute fast-food to mistreated wives, as our main enemies would never tell us of the money only. That is the machine over the seas, and my motives are filled with the brainwash in slavery of my property, and there's always this man programming. Most likely it's - or no, I cannot be sure if any of machine guns and all that, I am dreaming of tomorrow's psychodramae, and I wish that there will be no goal or mindscapes. I accept to sabotage all myths, and thus we must face the choice of another dark age. These days have taught us all that I have practised. Life will be eternally painless, quoth the whose eyes I recall with the very same crackheads and buried dreams of outism - fear of any human thing like that, and, finally, people's emotions and gestures fall from the window of the 4th floor above, and thus all representations of higher truths of our future have died. They were just my favorites of a thing called deconditioning, and were used by the actual Process Church, and now I just sit and write about the grammar and the test I never passed. The pressure is lost, like the green paradise, all gone with contact, uncertainty often covered by introversion. I am no longer capable of emotions in the way I'm supposed to.
On Mon, 10 Mar 1997 Michael Blankenhagen wrote:
"Hello Helsinki. We want you to participate in an experiment. It won't hurt, we hope."
Editor's note:
The Spanish Process Church, Barcelona, is located in an old cinema. They are a bunch of crazy fanatics and have lived there for a very long time, maybe since 1930. After the Fall, when everyone is dead, they will be dancing around a giant mushroom cloud, for they know that they have always had the superior TRUTH, the truth that allows everybody to kill and die for.
Nothing is truly saved, except some few machines re-using all the power of the thoughts across the altars. Most people have never existed, but in your imagination. Now they all have vanished into abstraction, into a virtual world behind your screen, behind your screams. (Futility.) The basic idea of their transformation is the yearning for light, for illumination, and the tough ones would most certainly demand tough forms according to their karma, senseless assholes and a view of such a splendid thing - a gunned dog raping the face of an actor. And now I think we have the proper control, we have the world ruled by an irrational ratio, a perfectly operating system distributing fast-food into abandoned places? But no-one is there to pay for.
(Tue, 15 Apr 1997 14:27:38 +0200)