Sunday, September 27, 2009

...lost innocence and the cynicism of adulthood

It is like to be exiled from your homeland, persecuted for your true nature. Being unable to express the sublime beauty welling forth from your soul.


You will know what it is like to be alone in a crowd, to be aware of the power of dreams and to be able to tap the power of magick.


And you will learn what it is like to be helpless in the arms of The Fates and be unable to stop the crushing weight of Banality from robbing your memory of all you have discovered…

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