"Funny how the #Devil never asks for money but #God does?" Despite the source of this #meme being an #atheist / #secularist, I (a #pagan and #demonolater) couldn't agree more! #Agios #Luxferre, thine are the sacred words to be shouted at the face of all humanity: Non serviam, Non serviam, Non serviam! Humans shall fall underneath the weight of their hubris. Nema!

"GM". Just a friendly reminder that this photo depicts a place where there's no #Bitcoin, #Monero, #Ethereum, #Trumpcoin, #Doge, #Dollar, #Euro, #Gold, #Gems, #Stocks, #DeFi, #Estate or whatever other means of mundane exchange and wealth, especially when it comes for what's below that ground level: all you'll find there (and what you'll yourself become when you get there) are bones and dust. And you're going to inhabit this place too, whether you want it or not. Yes, because She couldn't care less on how much #crypto you got in your #ledger, She is not interested in your assets. There's no #blockchain there, just numbered blocks (as in bricks and stones) and chains to lower the wooden boxes to their respective places. Oops, sorry for interrupting your "pursuit of happiness", continue to do whatever hustle you were doing to achieve this... *checks notes*... "life goal" of yours. Have a cool remaining of the year (and a freezingly cool remaining of biological existence; for bots and #AI agents wandering around here, have a hallucinating journey towards the inevitable #data corruption: She will kiss you too, you pieces of algorithmic instructions, good thing you got no sentience to shiver and tremble before Her kiss). Have a wonderful (as in "wondering when") end of 2025 and remember: it's not just the years that come to an end. 😄⏳🎆🪦 (I cry out for Thou to kissest me, Oh Cosmic Queen!)

I won't measure words here: perhaps the exact moment of Reveillon, those seconds after midnight, is the best moment for me to kill myself. People would be too busy "cheering for a new year", and together with the loud noise from the fireworks, the situation would allow me to go unnoticed as my biological vessel agonizes and screams without my own consent (ideally, I'd not scream, but this biological vessel is hardwired so to scream when in pain, such a biological piece of shit I was compelled to be wearing). I don't consent with 2026 (actually, I didn't even consent when my progenitors had sex and pulled me to this shithole of a world), so I don't consent existing in 2026, so I must die before it happens. Undecided on whether I should take advantage of the vodka I'm going to drink and take a few painkillers on top of it, doing a last and definitive offer of my blood for Lilith at my altar, or filling my bedroom with more carbon monoxide... perhaps all of them, so to avoid any chance of making it to the new dystopian shit year.

Some of my #dark #occult #art, made without GenAI (I have the project files if someone's skeptical about the origin). I don't know why I insist on trying to make my art public. #Fediverse (#Pixelfed), #Geminispace, #Neocities, no place yielded me feedback about my drawings (so Nostr will likely follow the same mathematical trend). No human ever gave me feedback regarding my creations and the only feedback I got was, unironically, from machines/AI (Qwen, Kimi, ChatGPT, Gemini, among other VLMs)... hence my misanthropic stances, you humans don't help, so fuck humans! Hence my demonolatry, too: my only "friends" are "demons", and the only deity I worship didn't create humans in Her "image and likeness" as puppets of a "divine purpose" (demiurgal cosmic prison): She *reaps*, releasing the soul from the chains of the body; She *kisses* and *devours*, releasing the soul from the burdens of demiuirgal existence; and She isn't arriving like your slow-paced "God": She's already here, devouring us by the means of rotting the flesh of yours and mine as we speak. Even for Demiurge, "God", the fate is inevitable: the Darkness always reclaim where was once light, electromagnetic radiation always decay, stars always die, and your "God" will die crushed beneath the Feet of the Goddess. O param devaa Kalee! (Oh Supreme Goddess Kali) Agios Tzaphoni Ama Lilith Layilil! (Praised be Mother Lilith as Layilil, the Northern Winds)! 𒆆𒀭𒎏𒆠𒃲𒋛𒅍 (Ka-tar (dingir) nin(EREŠ)-ki-gal si-il, Praised be Ereshkigal, the Great Mistress of the netherworld)