aghora

get saved, bent and destroy all that is not natural. pierce the plane of existence and strike a match on the grave of your guru. the left hand path awaits. can you smell the decay and embrace of uttar pradesh? can you name your form and will there be a form to name? i sleep on the dead and smoke dung in a ditch with mary and joseph. we await your return and find ourselves pleased by the delay.

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