A Bosnian tribute

self-motivational garbage

throw a pitcher of water on a boulder
  and see the boulder react with bravado;
   nothing happens!

have drops of water drip on a very point of that same boulder,
   day and day and day and day again;
   and that boulder has hole now.

there is a time and place for intensity,
 but disconnected and erratic intensity is next to worthless.

 intensity must always grow out of -  and build on - consistency;
 what really matters is consistency.

that is why discipline is key to basically everything humans strive toward.

everyone can be a hero or a saint for a day; that is doable.
but for a week, for a month, for a year, and for a whole life? -

yes - now we are talking about something entirely different.

discipline is only a prison for those looking at it from the outside.
for everyone within, it is the only key to freedom and meaning there ever was.

 

Slutet debut album "Love & Beauty" officially released today, August 21. Digital version can be found at theendcommune.bandcamp.com. Euro CD version by Behest can be found here: http://behest.xyz/shop/product_info.php?products_id=84

Vinyl, tapes and even more CD's upcoming, shouldn't be long. 

With God and victorious weapons. A new era. Outsider music.  

kärlek o skönhet

why do you scoff, spit at these librares, these potentially irredivivous accumulations of the wisdoms of the past? Can you not cede that tradition is multi-dimensional? 

there was something absolutely mysterious but probably misunderstood there in the hidden and obscure epistolary wisdoms as contained in the multi-centennial correspondences between bishops and heretics ...

old, aeolian rauks! a rugged cliffy coast...
foamy splash of the sea azure in tumult, uproarious tide!
tentacular visions i behold
  from deep Charybdis depths...

a disturbing and surrealistic rhyming exercise,
all in its pseudo-maldororesque glory.
the first attempt at anything post-sword of angst.
written between ca 22:00 - 02:00, july 30-31, 2020.

"THE SLUT CATTLE"

Yes! Down with its cart and off with its plough;
to become neutered all cattle must!
Because deep from the tripe of a hideous cow,
its throat coughs but vapours of dust!
And gaze down the hole of the tubular tract
of the beast-stinking, astrobleme anus;
Devoid of faeces, like some Rome it is sacked,
But from there drip semen - how heinous!

With tar in their veins and salt on their tongues,
their stomachs are barren, no womb;
called by the kulning, with soot in their lungs,
in tethers toward an abbatoir tomb!
These horrible sins! This veneral crime,
the keenness to experience flesh!
And astray they were lost in Bachanallian grime -
how easily scars open afresh!

The spaying, while gross, of the slut-cattle starts
as sentenced, to much sob and whelm;
the cow-bells are silenced! And soon, no more carts
will travel the roads of our realm!
And mighty the King of the Oxen reveals,
its fur; reddish, beautiful, coarse;
and mighty, its sermons, its passions and zeals,
to all destitute cattle-fuck whores!

The salt has been licked but the oxen still rape,
the pasture succumbed to a war!
the dung is fermenting while ground and hill quake,
the earth purged with blood and manure!
In wanton revealed, with pleasure obsessed
the cows rest, so bloated and full;
anointed, crowned prince, martyred and blessed
by the dung of the Bonnacon bull...

I make my life a piece of art, I grapple with life, I meditate on 
entropy; I kiss the white cranium of death; I lick the lung-
wound of Christ and I suck my oxygen out therefrom, and all
the while, the white-robed ones sit on fluffy clouds in the
heavens, eating perfect grapes, fingering perfect harps,
esteeming the aesthetics of tedium, taking meaninglessness for
granted as salvation...

SOME GENERAL NEWS:

 

Slutet "Begynnelsen" (the complete back catalogue) will be given a triple vinyl treatment by the eminent

Psychedelic Lotus Order/goatowarex

during summer/autumn, and Slutet debut LP "Love & Beauty" is currently hammered in various cool blacksmiths both in Europe & Asia. 

 

Psychedelic Lotus Order/goatowarex

will, as usual, be doing the vinyl and also a CD version. 

 

Manifest Of Hate Creations

will be handling the European MC version.

 

Death Shadow Records will be doing the North American MC version. 

 

These are free to re-release it however much they see fit; if the release is sold out, turn to them and nag until they press it again!!

 

HOWEVER - WE DO NOT WANT THIS TO BE A LIMITED RELEASE. we are currently looking for a serious yet original party to do a CD version (Preferably someone in the Americas). As usual, though, we do not sign contracts. We never have (we may do it in the future - who knows? - but at the time being, we are not interested in this). We choose to work with allies rather than business partners, with friendly mutual verbal agreement over the batches and releases. This also entails that we do whatever the fuck we want with the Slutet music - hence our many labels. Slutet is considered released by THE END COMMUNE first and foremost; no label should own Slutet in any way, shape or form. But we are loyal and respectful with regards to our mutual agreements with our labels though: honour, honesty and truth is very important.

 

Sounds aight? Then lets do some Lovely & Beautiful CD:s. If you are interested, contact theendcommune@gmail.com. 

 

ALSO anyone in the THIRD WORLD willing to press, release and/or distribute, get in touch.

 

Also, here is the first Endcommunean book; a humble try by a young, stupid, passionate bitch. Its nothing special. It is called "Sword of Angst - The Collected Works of an Unneutered Uppsala Hound 2010-2020". Its 492 pages of retarded Endcommune poetry and literature:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1J20rgr7CNL1enGwqXXHCJceC4LnBzGna/view?usp=sharing

 

Bye for now.

 

PRAISE THE LORD!!!

...a heat 3423 2323 335 302 times hotter than any volcanic magma of this whole galaxy and all its neighbors... burning even the diamond-centre of the cosm to nothing but a black dust. 

i cant be bothered anymore,
bye bye to this.
its "done".
this feels like an enormous turd;
good riddance.



https://drive.google.com/file/d/1J20rgr7CNL1enGwqXXHCJceC4LnBzGna/view?usp=sharing

My spirit and the whole of my personality experiences what can perhaps only be described as an allergic reaction when I come in contact with the preposterous absurdities of this “social justice” deluge. I feel it deep a sort of irritation, and it becomes fast more than a nuisance, because it becomes clear to me that I indeed swim in the same waters as these ugly fish, and that I have to fend for myself in the moral landscape they have created around both me and themselves: they see happiness! But all I can see is the miserable weakness and the thick darkness that undeserved happiness always feed off of, tap into.