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49 lines
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The Anathema of Stos
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by Stokastikos
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I'm sick of magicians who have harrowed the million spheres but don't
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have the price of a pint actually at the moment.
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I'm sick of astrologers with arms in splints who can tell you exactly
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why it happened.
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I'm sick of darkside Satanic wimps who foul their clothes if you raise
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so much as a fist to them.
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I'm sick of Tantric sex goddesses who cannot hold down a steady
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boyfriend.
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I'm sick of Thelemites who have found their true will in a bottle or a
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syringe.
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I'm sick of Great Beasts whose three successive star goddesses all
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walked out on them.
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I'm sick of shamans who knos less about the wildwood than urban boy
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scouts.
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I'm sick of Chaoists with dull day jobs and two-point-four children.
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I'm sick of people who are so spiritual that being an arsehole on the
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material plane is perfectly justifiable.
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I'm sick of occult theories that are just longwinded excuses for
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inability.
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I'm sick of witches whose sacred tradition comes third-hand from the
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Malleus Maleficarum.
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I'm sick of half-baked ideas transferred from one book to another with
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no intervening thought.
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I'm sick of wizards who spend more on incense than clothes - and smell
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like it.
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I'm sick of crystals that don't affect anything except ley lines which
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are not ther and dolphins who are not listening.
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I'm sick of clairvoyants who cannot charge a thousand quid a go.
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I'm sick of the way occult books always get stolen from libraries.
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I'm sick of the deification of personalities that fooled hardly anyone
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in the flesh.
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I'm sick of psychic fairs - ten different futures at a tenner a time.
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I'm sick of books published for no other reason than the sales figures
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of the previous ones.
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I'm sick of those who build self-importance with the fantasy-bricks of
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paranoia.
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I'm sick of white lightists who beam love and harmony at imaginary evils
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but wouldn't give a blind beggar a quid 'cos it's his karma.
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I'm sick of occult beliefs which act not even as crutches for the feeble
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but as broken legs for the incapable.
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