The ingredient distribution of this ice cream is fucking bullshit. I'm palpably angry and other people need to know about it.

Getting better with each talisman made.

The thing I love most about surrealist poetry is finding new interpretations when I forget the inspiration.

Why is it only ever one of two options when it comes to the occult? 1). They dabbled in the occult, so there were spirits 2). The person was a witch. So, obviously haunted Where's the "she was a very successful witch and sold her totally normal home for 3x market value"?

I'm always hypnotized by the final product when etching a talisman. #chaosky #witchsky #occultsky

I dreamt that I shut down a men's fitness center they put it at the top of a mountain that they kept lubed with oil, because they didn't have wheelchair access.

I dreamt that everyone had an astral thread attached to their eyes. Every mile you went, you had to staple the thread to the ground. Otherwise, it would lead to mental anguish. When a person was dying, they had to unstaple the thread and let their eyes float into the sky.

Bought this last weekend and just figured out the perfect ratio for making tamarind agua fresca. I'll be able to make a grotesque amount. I'm so excited.

This should last me a while.

I was doing some cleaning today. Found a mandolin. I don't know how to play the mandolin. To my knowledge, I've never purchased a mandolin. I don't know anyone who plays the mandolin. Not sure what I'm gonna do with this.

Conversation with my wife: "Bobcat Goldthwait is in this?" "Who?" "He was a popular comedian in the late 80s/early 90s. Like Andrew Dice Clay." "Who?" "Goddammit. I'm not *that* much older than you"

Myself and others are in the process of building an entire festival next year focused on chaos magick, eclectic witchcraft, and non-dogmatic occult practices! Right now, we're brainstorming names and are taking suggestions. Have any you'd like to share? #chaosky #witchsky #occultsky

I dreamt I was editing a book on magick and had just finished a section on the importance of pumpkin stems in the use of curses and traps.

I dreamt I was a Bedouin on a pilgrimage from Albany, New York to attend a funeral. Wearing black robes through an airport, I was taken to a boarding lounge where my clothing was mercilessly mocked by 3 siblings that I chastised to tears using the words taught to me by the University of Sand.

Never argue with someone John Brown would have shot.

Camp Chaos has been blessed by an owl's oversight.

Carnival of Khaos divination station at the Chaos Magick Track.

By reading this, you’ve bound yourself to a minor egregore whose only function is to remind you that you’ve bound yourself to a minor egregore: The Ass-Boros. It arrives to lovingly eat its own ass whenever you say something it finds interesting, hoping you’ll watch. #assboros #ohno #eatyourself

Finished just in time for next weeks Carnival of Khaos.

Niihka was so happy to spend the afternoon outside with me as we prepare for the upcoming festival.

My wife and I have finally obtained a second car. She wants to give it a name. It is a 2021 Toyota Highlander. I suggested Connor MacLeod. She said no. I suggested Car-nor MacLeod. She said no. I am in utter despair.

I don't remember the context for this, but I found it again, and now you need to see it.

My wife and I are at a car dealership. I have been courteously informed that "would go well with a 'boner wagon' bumper sticker" is not a valid selection criteria.

If we're falling into the clutches of a Christo-fascist state, can we at least bring back some historically Christian laws? Like, can we make all forms of usury illegal again? That'd be swell.

I dreamt that my doctorate thesis in anthropology was actually a demolition derby race and that each participant was given access to a junkyard in order to build a working car to enter.

I dreamt that I was a record executive compiling a series of albums that featured international covers (mostly of bands covering songs that weren't in their native language) called Universal Announcement.

I dreamt I worked at an ice-bound refugee camp in Wisconsin next to a holiday store called "Buy Christmas" that was run by my daughter, Trilloby Qolberth.

I dreamt that I gave pedal-powered dirigible rides at high-school sporting events when not teaching classes on incendiary making.

I have been getting 15 minute email updates on the availability of cardboard boxes that people are being encouraged to take home. I'm glad they've decided on a valuable use of company time.

I dreamt that I was made an international celebrity, being flown around the world and hosted on countless TV programs, for my ability to peel off my lips.

I dreamt that I was 13 years old and fell in love with a girl named Boat. We spent our days running through a grocery store, yelling at crabs for not having enough mojo.

If I ever say that I'm doing yard work, can one of y'all remind my dumb ass to put on a shirt? I'm gonna be itchy for a week...

Machete sharpened within acceptable parameters. Time to do some yard work.

I dreamt that I was a time traveler giving a lecture on the differences between "current past," "late past," and "ancient past" and the importance of notifying historians should anyone notice the existence of sweaty books when traveling.

What's a common technique or practice that you see in modern online occult/magick discourse that just doesn't vibe with you or that you don't feel like incorporating into your own work? #witchsky #occultsky #chaosky

Took a few hours, but the cast iron has been stripped and seasoned. Pretty happy with the results, but it better stay this way.

Hell yeah, I'm a lucky guy. How did you know that I love stripping cast iron to re-season it? ಠ_ಠ

Niihka's paw is now completely healed, and he couldn't be happier to be back to his pool and playing fetch. Also, this photo makes his forearm look swole af.

My supervisor knows that I'm a reverend doctor. Today, I was sitting in his office, and we were complaining about an often angry client. First thing he said when he read her email was, "Goddammit, Jean. Oh, I'm sorry reverend. Haha." "No, it's OK man. You have mine and god's permission."

Huh. I just had my 4th ever nightmare.

I dreamt I was in a partnership with a woman I knew from high school and Dennis Reynolds in which we grow mushrooms to the local police force that tasted like apple crumble and cured keratosis pilaris.

"Frozen gyro kit: makes 6 sandwiches!" 5 pitas ಠ_ಠ

I dreamt that I had fallen asleep in a daycare, possibly fracturing my knee and skull, but that the only hospital willing to accept me as a patient was a seal hospital run exclusively by Germans.

I dreamt I was living with and studying Arctic Circle cultures when a man named Bill dragged everyone into his bullshit because he didn't want his portion of frozen meat, leading to a decades long standoff among dozens of peoples.

Sneezing in my helmet at 80mph was a great decision made by my face today.

I dreamt I was being given a tour of a mental health museum by a man named Lucas E. Toejam who dressed himself with thousands of strands of yellow yarn.

New episode is live! Yara and Pythia discuss the history and religious practices of the Sámi people of the Sápmi region of Europe along with today's cultural developments. Learn about farming your own clay for handcrafted pottery and detail about plants in the Angelica genus. #chaosky

Honestly, that session went significantly better than I'd imagined. Even if someone broke rule 1 and split up the party.

The last time I ran a Call of Cthulhu game was almost 2 years ago. I can't begin to express how excited I am to get this rolling.