Eideological Xenocentre

Somewhere in these gates of pure imagination, we create, and we make, and what we create becomes realized. We see it inside of these xenosystems, away from our own walls into our own ego minds.

When you see it in these days we can smile and skip as Cthulu becomes nearer and nearer to us in the cosmos of careless existence.

What we occultically see is what will come, if we touch the doors rightly.

The fear xenocybernetically drips into what the blood cannot socially make. The intoversion spreads philosophically.

The masters of occultism. Their skin cold sees the future backwardness and runs in that direction. The outside coming towards forwards from the old past we cannot remember.