Hey there, my name is Milton.
I usually post random stuff, which is most likely a result of copious amounts of caffein. As a result, I am sleep deprived and so very bored.

I also enjoy posting quotes and images pertaining to the occultist and satanic nature.

 

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Don’t forget to pre-order the book “THIS MOVIE WILL REQUIRE DINOSAURS”! Due out July 1st through Perigee Books.

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The last text message exchanges between 26 year-old journalist Habiba Ahmed Abd Elaziz, who was shot dead in the assault on the Rabaa al-Adawiya protest camp in CIaro, and her mother Sabreen Mangoud have been published.

Sabreen posted the exchange to Facebook and the Abu Dhabi-based English language newspaper the National published them in print. Here are some extracts from the heart breaking exchange:

06.19

Mother: Habiba, what’s going on there? I went to sleep at 1:30, that’s 11:30 your time. What’s with the attack? Tell me.

Habiba: The army and the police are indeed moving around the gates. The media centre was turned into a field hospital and the square is on high alert.

Mother: Where are you?

Habiba: Only journalists were allowed to remain in the building. I’m supposed to cover the monument in case the battle starts.

Mother: The monument is a bit far from Rabia.

Habiba: Field security is at every gate now. I am in the media centre. It isn’t far at all in fact, and the door is big and it can be broken through easily.

07.33

Mother: ....How are you doing?

Habiba: I took three kinds of medication. It’s very cold here and I’m shivering. The crowds are massive and on high alert. Pray for us, mother.

Mother: God, keep us steadfast and give us power. God, grant us power over their necks. I entrust you to God the Almighty.

Habiba: I’m heading to the platform in a little while. There are tanks there.

Mother: God grant us steadfastness. God grant us victory. This is what I wrote on my page: God, I entrust to you all my brothers and sisters, sons and daughters in Rabia and Al Nahda, and all those who are protesting across Egypt. God I entrust to you with my husband Ahmed and my daughter Habiba. May we not be bereaved over any of them. God empower them and support them and keep them steadfast at the moment of encounter today.

12.46pm

Mother: Habiba, please reassure me. I’ve called thousands of times. Please, my darling, I’m worried sick. Tell me how you are.

tiff4ni:

j4ckiee:


everybody better fucking reblog this.


I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve reblogged this.

tiff4ni:

j4ckiee:

everybody better fucking reblog this.

I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve reblogged this.

(Source: xxpineappleprincess)

Well-run libraries are filled with people because what a good library offers cannot be easily found elsewhere: an indoor public space in which you do not have to buy anything in order to stay. In the modern state there are very few sites where this is possible. The only others that come readily to my mind require belief in an omnipotent creator as a condition for membership. It would seem the most obvious thing in the world to say that the reason why the market is not an efficient solution to libraries is because the market has no use for a library. But it seems we need, right now, to keep re-stating the obvious. There aren’t many institutions left that fit so precisely Keynes’ definition of things that no one else but the state is willing to take on. Nor can the experience of library life be recreated online. It’s not just a matter of free books. A library is a different kind of social reality (of the three dimensional kind), which by its very existence teaches a system of values beyond the fiscal.

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Dotwork illustration by Macarena Sepúlveda
Santiago de Chile 2013
To see more of my work check out: ofnihilum.tumblr.com

miedoalvacio:

Dotwork illustration by Macarena Sepúlveda

Santiago de Chile 2013

To see more of my work check out: ofnihilum.tumblr.com

horusseth-ain:

ΚΕΦΑΛΗ Η ΟΥΚ ΕΣΤΙ ΚΕΦΑΛΗ
O!1 The Ante Primal Triad which is NOT-GOD Nothing is. Nothing Becomes. Nothing is not. The First Triad which is GOD I AM. I utter The Word. I hear The Word. The Abyss The Word is broken up. There is Knowledge. Knowledge is Relation. These fragments are Creation. The broken manifests Light.2 The Second Triad which is GOD GOD the Father and Mother is concealed in Generation. GOD is concealed in the whirling energy of Nature. GOD is manifest in gathering: harmony: consideration: the Mirror of the Sun and of the Heart. The Third Triad Bearing: preparing. Wavering: flowing: flashing. Stability: begetting. The Tenth Emanation The world.

horusseth-ain:

ΚΕΦΑΛΗ Η ΟΥΚ ΕΣΤΙ ΚΕΦΑΛΗ

O!1
The Ante Primal Triad which is
NOT-GOD
Nothing is.
Nothing Becomes.
Nothing is not.

The First Triad which is GOD
I AM.
I utter The Word.
I hear The Word.

The Abyss
The Word is broken up.
There is Knowledge.
Knowledge is Relation.
These fragments are Creation.
The broken manifests Light.2

The Second Triad which is GOD
GOD the Father and Mother is concealed in Generation.
GOD is concealed in the whirling energy of Nature.
GOD is manifest in gathering: harmony: consideration: the Mirror of the Sun and of the Heart.

The Third Triad
Bearing: preparing.
Wavering: flowing: flashing.
Stability: begetting.

The Tenth Emanation
The world.