The Most Important Holiday
ANTON SZANDOR LAVEY
“The highest of all holidays in the Satanic religion is the date of one’s own birthday. This is in direct contradiction to the holy of holy days of other religions, which deify a particular god who has been created in an anthropomorphic form of their own image, thereby showing that the ego is not really buried. The Satanist feels: ‘Why not really be honest and if you are going to create a god in your image, why not create that god as yourself.” Every man is a god if he chooses to recognize himself as one. So, the Satanist celebrates his own birthday as the most important holiday of the year. After all, aren’t you happier about the fact that you were born than you are about the birth of someone you have never even met? Or for that matter, aside from religious holidays, why pay higher tribute to the birthday of a president or to a date in history than we do to the day we were brought into this greatest of all worlds? Despite the fact that some of us may not have been wanted, or at least were not particularly planned, we’re glad, even if no one else is, that we’re here! You should give yourself a pat on the back, buy yourself whatever you want, treat yourself like the king (or god) that you are, and generally celebrate your birthday with as much pomp and ceremony as possible.”
The Satanic Bible (Anton LaVey, (Air) Book of Lucifer – The Enlightenment, Avon Books, 1969, Ch XI, Religious Holidays, p. 96) regarding Birthdays.
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Polo
REMINGTON GRAVES
A designer heel hanging from a woman’s toe, her leg out the window of a Ferrari Testarossa, sunbeams piercing through the cool fog which hangs amid gnarled leafy limbs of Oak giants standing watch, horses neighing in the distance, and a man dressed to gun down Gatsby. An elite clubhouse beyond city limits. Men who belong, understand tradition, excellence, passion, a disdain for the tastelessness. Masculinity in the morass of artemisia and camomile, its initial burst of lushful green freshness with basil and thyme, cumin’s spicy bite and clever coriander cloves. At the beating heart is the strong conifer woods, parading with notes of patchouli, veviter and oak moss. The base consists of thyme, tobacco and the finest leather, which produces a titillating and delightful trail of intensity.
Polo is one of two initial fragrances by Ralph Lauren and was produced perfectly by Carlos Benaim in the year of 1978.
Hail Carlos Benaim!
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Lost Myself Upon A Dare
REMINGTON GRAVES
The lullaby incongruent and dissonant, lacerated further cries.
We begin this way, always, you and I.
Waves crashing against monoliths betwixt the foggy haze outside
a modern windowed home.
Crowded and alone.
Seagulls sing not of you.
Hunting always hunting that old prey; feet striding through the years.
Once adobe, now cold stone.Worry not with winds so piercing, designer clothes insisting amid a layered background glare of natives unaware.
I want to stand still like the hummingbird
but
instead I lost myself upon a
dare.
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