Volume One
Recyclable Fever
© Positiv Tolls Tolich Toggle Dominika
"We need more story tellers, not psychologists," Michel Boulay
"It was hard to think what because you would have to think " - James Joyce.
“Knowledge and synthesis which is always conditioned knows nothing” – Immanuel Kant.
Gothic Gazette is a shadowed sanctuary for people hankering out, hanging on to share their short gothic stories, muses or anecdotes in the shadow of Christ's cross. Melancholy is not a curse to be awakened from, but a sacred, self-contained state. Gothic Gazette is a gothic blizzard ready to freeze the New World Order and other gigantic frauds. May it haunt and inspire. Worry about happy warriors even if they are on one's side, because they create a disguise.
With Christianity there is more of a chance of dynamic frames; other religions are a more stricter to encounter. Doesn't one miss rude and abrupt elementary life?
In a cult there is nothing singular or single. Gothics are non-violent. Cease to notice anything provocative and ambitious with potential impact. This is a penchant for surreal, gothic, and theatrical expressions; other entities offer the smallest of relief. In here, nobody has awareness of survival, especially in the most important conditions of Earth's toils. Modern conventional lifestyles have a spectacular contagious savagery about them. Transcendental tales of the Holy Ghost comes from dozens of sources. Slow down in the despair of melancholy from other sources. This is straight-up New World Order-level sabotage. Reject secularism and heat as fascist forces.
Embrace cranky, icy vibes as if the sun was an ornament. The roundness of the planet is a mess to untangle from this moment onwards. Reality is something attempted by dumb people, not involving any process of analysis.
Extract wild and empty natural light. Luminous strikes curved by the sun are habits and customs rare in display. Manifold consciousness demands one single concept: transcendental employment of the Holy Ghost.
Reason costs you because it comes from different directions in limbo. Whatever measures the cruel injustice of pursuing valour achieved through decadent measures should cease. Don't support people with decadent crafts, moods and atmospheres. Suggest the complex, fragmented human mind
Apart from melancholy, there is a more sparkling commute into one's brain: delusion. Beyond melancholy lies delusion, a sparkling, chaotic plunge into the mind’s depths not in a single uniform loop nor rapid sequence. Be compelled, strive to be part of this reign not generally speaking, but accelerating across the gap into large-scale manifestation.
Nobody can sweep away rambling stories, it's too late to turn back now, there will be no coming back, no return possible. It’s too late to retreat. There’s no return, no undoing the plunge. Don’t play the scene of individuality if it makes sense. Common sense is a deadlock niche, not an archetype of knowledge. Common sense is a bolted gate, not wisdom’s archetype. The truth has long been abandoned, now repurposed as a shared adversary. Contours of knowledge, stranded in irony, outstrips the moralizing of astute great masters.
Moreover, this is pummelled, squashed ownership of the mind, keeping in touch with the cold gloomy haze of melancholy. Expression, as simple as it sounds, is an unidentified oration without a basic focus. The vault of reason is only present in the soul in short measures. Beautifully woven various branches of pressure is universalizable if one has a screw loose. Madness is a universal condition with the usual delays of thought. People will no longer be able to figure out what naturally occurring stress is when having no exposure to current events. Natural stress becomes indecipherable.
Rethink devastation to make it a mere squirt astronomically. This enterprise is curled up in comfort, consolation as ways to suppress civilians ironically. It isn’t easy to be a portrait of plainness. Secularism is a prayer for the heinous. A canvas bare, shorn of worldly vainness. The cause or root of the void, where the sacred alludes to the painless.
Melancholy is twisted euphoria; it needs no therapists. Plainness as a spiritual vulnerability, secularism as a hollow substitute for faith. A glimmer of hope turns into millions of pieces broken down gradually over time into segments.
The lone nature of reaction and communication is bad enough, let alone full-scale dialogue. Lone reactions and sparse communication suffice; full dialogue is a burden. Being chatty at a steady rate requires its own discrete time system. The distant future is cunningly normally hidden. Without Christianity one endures a dense envelopment of a masquerade. Becoming a Christian life becomes a weird mercurial obligation not to be meddled with. Christian life, a strange and sacred obligation, resists meddling.
Non-Christians may sullen the world through misguided zeal. Christianity has the right over the prestige of creation in a blanketing effect. Even though it may seem obtrusive and awkward there will be no conflict. Don’t be wiped out by the toil of life, because there will be congregations, assemblies to protect thee. Nothing stupid left behind, thankfully. Misaligned values do a turnaround unless you get right out of normal existence straight away. It is better to be embedded in a Christian realm than one of domestic science.
This is a manifesto of shadow and sanctity, whatever the probable gothic identity one has. Nothing happens until one gets a dosage of faith of a peculiar kind: Christianity. Without Christianity, life would become a frustrating playground. If you cannot do anything about life, create oneself as a chaotic solid mass, sort of like being devoured by ever-returning religion.
Following a pattern of social realism provides no passing curiosity, it requires total resistance. This is religion without generalized bright affection. In modern cities, there is no room for survivability, you cannot even idolize it. Truth is nothing to learn about when it is within certain bounds. Gothics don’t have a very strong connection with structure or discipline. This involves all five societal pillars: mind, death, labour, morality and governance.
Time to get rid of concordance with reality, where the amount of mockery is only conservatively estimated. A clear breach of reason makes room for an apparatus of fantasy. Under the power of Christ even the bloodstream could be made of dripping haberdashery. To avoid death, rely on the favourable dragging power of physics and build a distinctive vacuum as an attractive force.
These days people need to be put under a spell to overlap with the gothic spectre, an honourable space, otherwise they will be observed by watchful brutes. Without Christianity city streets become a terror boulevard. Secular education is a programmed institution in different forms, creating discord. Under the narrower guidance of secularism life becomes all about convenience. Secularists are dangerous because they are obviously straightforward without varying and must be silenced. Shut them down and make it really tough for them.
The space-time model suggests that every last evening don’t contemplate the morning. There is uncompromising unvanquished Christianity in everybody. High exposure to an eruption of sublime darkness provides common ground for all religions. Being subject to a vast gap of religions is ridiculous. This is a crash-out haven taken to its extremities. Whatever religion, crash out, have a good sleep at night, like an angel drooping. Vaporize the daily grind.
Refuse all SSRI antidepressants. Prozac and other SSRI's sharpen the mind vividly, to allow one to comprehend all the terror and destruction in the world. In doing so the user of the drug may also become destructive, to stay in concordance, up-to-date with the world. Cast aside the false clarity of Prozac and other SSRI antidepressants, which sharpen the mind only to reveal the world’s terror. SSRIs can create a spontaneous reaction to harm yourself or others. Don't have a fight over one's very own body coupled to the world because it is debasing, degrading.
There are better drugs for the mind to become a closed-loop with no interference from fascist accomplishments of oppression. Seek drugs that loop the mind out of balance thereabouts, free from fascist oppression. Evoke prominent predictions and parameters of absorption of drugs irrespective of any medical scheme, the controller or the system. Spiritual freedom signals avenge of definite proportions in regular arrangement not for one's own captive inspiration. The decadent relax and digest freedom against their enemy, the active sanctuary of anorexics. Without Christianity physicality is in decay from top to bottom of the body. The plan, action here is to not let Christianity launch forth towards standardization. The beginning of the universe is somewhat slurred. Make the slippery, non-linearity of self- destruction become one’s pride and joy, to sympathize with Christ’s ordeal.
There are a few things to look out for when choosing one’s religion, because there is a high percentage of non-Christians probably making the world not chronically sullen through voluntary attempts. One could feel a wee bit better when they are satisfied with their religion. Even secular people ra-de-ra-da- ra are somehow, like, religious; the depth they find themselves in is just thinner in the centre of the mind.
Filling rapidly is a gothic trailblazer distributed everywhere. This is a deity of marvellous remembrance of vibrations nobody can function without. The perfect luxury of gothic wonder means the mainstream is not inevitable, it decreases exponentially with time. Modernity is the history of a different time, opening a passage to doom. To become immortal, one needs to be oblivious to all pathways of life. Recyclable fever avoids all violence in the world Inconsiderate recyclable fever shuns violence. Gothic wonder’s luxury deems the mainstream fleeting, shrinking exponentially.
The formation of grooming a hidden gothic lifestyle is not easy. Back in the day it was easier to be swiped away from convention, there was a bountiful amount of rejects, outcasts not knowing what to do with themselves. Now, humanity is parked in a conundrum. Not all quality and style of freedom is good, it is suspicious.
Loathe new homes and buildings, which are conducive to modernity, and go back in time where the understanding of matter didn't have several things in common. Avoid homes of sterile design. Return to an era when matter’s understanding diverged. Never think what happens when coming up with new discoveries and ideas unless one has the resonance of Christ in the background. Bring on a subsequent exposure of a siege on all thought and its applications, and submit to the humongous factor of chill. Heat is a finite error under its normal operating condition.
Shamefully, now life has become modernized by cell phones and social media to allow people to swallow their duplicate pride online and offline. The best way to protect people is to avoid social media; Have one’s social life hidden everywhere. Do not contribute or help to do anything in society because it will create the credentials of nervous complaints. Gothics often suffer nervous and sensitive complaints. Take advantage of the opportunity to have a nervous breakdown with a minimum of prompting. When you don’t even know oneself within the mammoth beast of life, you suffer pretty rough treatment. Bulk forms of interactions become silly, babyish.
Do not spread pragmatic messages on here, let them go missing. Skew-whiff minorities create exaltation here. Don’t be vigilant about the climate unless it has sovereign majesty.
In the modern world, don't entrust in scenarios composed by journalists. Where alternative life is refused, weird things happen, and there is no interventionist to help. Spinal absorption is for normal people who are not worth visualizing. The Gothic Gazette is more than a collection of stories; it's a manifesto for gothic escapism. It is both nihilistic and transcendental, rafting a bold, eclectic universe in a spiritual maelstrom. Gothic Gazette is a bibliophile magnet dripping with melancholic irony.
Inside of somewhere inside oneself there are deceptive internal changes which could turn oneself into a Gothic, and not have to face ordinary experience ever again, completely filling the gap between individuals and theology.
The day will come when one is not so inquisitive about life, constructively or destructively, so it is better to become Gothic as early in teenage life as possible.
Gothic Gazette is a gothic powerhouse detached from the predictable, biological instincts driving mainstream life. Hunger satisfies only when done in combination with anorexia as the stomach is no longer with us; this is playful fragmentation of flavour rejecting sustenance. With loyalty and support, one does not need to eat. The rejection of eating signifies spiritual sustenance and a stellar signal to the starved. Life is no sweet serenade, it is giant suffering. There is a time when one does not require life, particularly when there is a peculiar sign of death which negates life's need. Melancholy, a seductive plunge, ousts normalcy. Where alternative life is refused, weirdness festers without aid.
Implement a frightful cause into one's existence. Common and numerous automated individuals snuffle at these schemes. This is a rejection of serial reproduction of human trends. Melancholy is not a normal low, it is a seductive plunge where the normal mind is ousted little by little. This is a transcendent haven that rejects primal, mainstream drives which increase steadily.
Gothic Gazette is an apparatus of doom, leaving only clusters of internal desire. Eyes are strangely closed during the mighty paralysing daytime for which is for speculators.
Gothic tales absorbed and anchored into every home is better than enforced imprisonment. This gazette oscillates between poetic reverence and big stuff such as aggressive polemics without a network. Being neutral, secular, pedestrian is not a class act, it is dire. Neutrality is a myth; all interactions are charged with intent. Sway between reverence and polemics. But dynamic swirls are widening their way through. This is a fabulous desire to be spontaneous before rapidly crumbling. Capturing moods provocatively reduces the chances of stagnancy. Tilt the world into Christianity with oomph, and Christ will be your saviour. Regain focus, regain momentum of the void.
Every possible combination of life will turn gothic one day, this is a prophecy. Spiritual transcendence with an additional factor of gothic aesthetics makes for a majestic vicinity closest to the axis of Nirvana.
A maiden journey into hell is a kidnapping, it is not fair play on an absolute scale.
Gothics have fear of home fireplaces, their soaring filth tainting the mind’s highest regions. Bellowing fire is not a superior alternative for life's sake. Nobody should be allowed to light simmering, stewing fires which are intentionally set creating a rough interference of chill. One is not sieged by a realistic model of monitoring temperature. Use fireplaces to nurture ritualist practices, rather than anchored as a form of heat energy. Thermal efficiency does not require heat input.
Definite heat and energy is hopeless. Don't hold on tight to heat unless is lustful. There is no such thing as organic perfection. Fireplace users, decadent and fleeting betrayers disrupt the chill of true gothic sanctity. Protection prevents erosion of forests which is a challenge to designers of widening heat where there are reversals and suspensions. Fire and agression have a marked shortage of audience in this Gothic World.
Postulate to get on track towards a cooler home. Fireplaces are for the decadent, systematically carried out. Those using fire for heating need emphatically punished, more punishing than a national sentiment. A warm, dry healthier home requires magic, not fires. Reject mainstream chaos for internal desire of coolness. Fire and aggression have a marked shortage of audience in this Gothic World.
Gothic Gazette is anchored in a giddy gothic storm nobody suspects to happen. Conjuring a vengeful gothic sanctuary can be widely exploited. Gothicism has the most purest intimacy, even though it is not freely admitted.
Being part of chaotic, seductive, gothic masterpieces is better than being part of regimented capitalist civilisations. Don’t dump the Sabbath. The sunlight reappears as the Holy Ghost's torch, a spectrum to be observed as a triumph over any digital system. Capitalism is a vacuous debacle both immediately and over time. With being under gothic conditions, the big city is concealed from sources of unrest. It is enveloped by unearthly temptation. There is an ugly amount of stress in democratic and capitalist societies. All capitalism is smash and grab. The principle of duplicate extremes: Hordes of people embodying the work ethic themselves become communist.
The vigour and energy of conditioned fear is what drives capitalism. In capitalist society, to distill annoyance into respect, you must wait your turn to hesitate, unless it is a diffractive limit of wealth.
Frame capitalism as a frantic, deceptive force. Captialism does not have well-intentioned unlimited powers. Avoid social awareness and other elements of culture. Capitalists are very in your face, very cocky.
Expose capitalism’s reliance on manufactured anxiety, rejecting fear-driven systems. Ambushing capitalism reflects the rays of revolution.
Capitalism ambushes one’s constant needs; reject data and progress for silent, gothic defiance. Capitalism is desperation without warning, however lucid. Joining a gothic realm, one is not adjacent to a spectacularly savage plainly visible capitalist realm.
Capitalism's brutal glare is outshone by dark gestures.
Capitalism is a temporarily interrupted personification of communism, not a heroic achievement of its own accord, this is the bottom line. This is a sacred refuge for gothics rejecting worldly authority unless it is divinely ordained. Gothicism shapes eternity with knowing who is responsible: Christ. Christ's ice etches eternity, everybody that dies commits suicide as an appointed task of the devil. Frost freezes the cosmos because Christ has intervened.
To align with heat, one needs a preparedness of fascism. Gothicism is a spiritual rejection of modernity’s greed. This Gazette skewers consumerism and jolts elitism.
This is a respectful, creative void where there is no dancing or feasting. Live without internal enemies such as direct instructions on how to live. Relations are there, but only if you are in a Gothic pact to indulge in without inspectorship, just finesse. Self-reflexive poetry is not for a hard-working pupil. Realist elements do not create gothic assemblies unless done through horrific tales such as human progress.
This is a haunting haven of gothic muses. The is Gothic Gazette's impermeable flagship story, which combines gothic elegance with distorted, downcast vibes. The Holy Ghost is the Gazette's dark, elegant core, thriving on ambiguity, rejecting roleplay and certainty. The Holy Ghost as its dark beacon, its dark crown jewel. God the Father the spearhead, a guru with the absence of general measures of human experience. Conjuring a seductive Gothic tempest is not easy or exactly convenient. Engage in Holy Ghost promotion, user engagement of his core tenets of his compelling figurehead.
This is the home of twisted and absurd disorientated illusions of culture, no actual boundaries such as political correctness and other fleeting fads. Gothic escapism is a vengeful communal act, a posy for deserters. Provided here is pure flabbergasting treatment which undergoes no interrogation.
Being a gothic ringmaster is no small feat, while making numerous strikes on customs and trends. Morals make innocent men perish, one sometimes wonders whether plain-featured morals do anything for society. Their societal worth wanes.
In a gothic world, there is no window into fortune and fame; take no notice of it.
This is where frost and fantasy forge considerable tracts into the void.
In modern society there is an overdose of forward thinking.
Gothics have no accordance with the modern system because it is doctored up by modernity without warning, so they can't rejoin it, they can only have preponderance of it completely unrealistically.
The unfurling of forces of courage is a departure platform for useless activities, such as the coughing of angels.
At the peak of rigidity of social order, death and life are the same thing. Don't allow goths to succumb to the furore of rejection.
This Gazette invites storytellers to spin tales of eerie potential, untethered by today’s dismay of actualities or potentialities. Your tale rests eternal with intense delight which baffles historians.
Enter the unjudged void whilst not disturbing the harmony of others. Gothicism is a period of inactivity from life.
This is a sanctuary where writers share short gothic stories to help them purge modern existence; it is for people that have never known man and his machines.
Heed motionlessness as a conspiracy without statistical detail of movement.
Where frost and fantasy forge the void, one is never guilty of anything.
Skewer forward thinking so that it not attention-getting.
Void’s shadows weave stories, today’s light fades.
The glow of life slips away, rejecting modernity’s gleaming excess. Preserve gothic muses, creating barricades against all happenings and experiences of modernity. The sun does not foster the latest fashions, they are all hereditary.
Maintain a solemn, inclusive haven for theological storytellers who are never stubborn.
Normal humans are busy doing disgusting shocking things, but in here there is low-emission terror.
Dark, sacred terror echoes through situations waiting for thy call.
Void forged stories hum, culture’s rules fray as the masses suffer.
High and good living is for yuppies.
Professional status has neither scientistic value nor mythological flow. Elitism is for magistrates, not people. Gothics are not engulfed by people in the social side of things. A supply of friends is not a privilege.
Gothic Gazette welcomes those yearning to share their actively hunted tenderness.
Avoid people with inconsolable totally abundant anger, even if it is brooding silently. As sublime outsiders, gothics don't even know the wherewithal of hustle and bustle.
Join our gothic rite of spilled oblivion: share your tale for better conveyance into the void and its following effect of concealment. Be quite daunted about modern life as it passes through fascinating adaptations of time with the spoils of lurking linearity which might surprise impatiently. The complete loop of time and space does not dictate an ideal procedure.
Becoming a Gothic gives oneself an identity which does not include domestic characteristics. Gothic Gazette is a gothic collective nobody can disembark from, forging an unbreakable gothic pact.
Life is not created through political leaders and governor's quivering, dawdling, bickering lips, it is created by Gothics.
This gazette spins zany voids, nearby, progress babbles, appealing to muteness, with no current news of interest people grope helplessly for.
Quirkiness, natters, prattle, jitters, gropes, and babbles fully convince the development of characters not serious in stature, but part of the suborder. In here there is a despondency toward standards of living, yet it is a gothic powerhouse, a transcendental haven not indented and sloped in folklore. A haven where every tale resonates with holy, haunting power.
Gothics shun normalcy’s verdict.
Gothics don't have possibilities of continuing co-existence with normal people who come to the right conclusion about life. Scariness radiates all around the world.
When writing, draw on James Joyce's Ulysses stream-of-consciousness, mythic allusions, and playful, dense, layered language. Mimic Joyce’s flowing thoughts in doom-laden glory. Submit to Joycean muses, whether they are inappropriate or not, no matter how wild or taboo, which are underrated.
A mesmerizing gothic vortex, forward to victory!
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Developed in collaboration with Positiv Tolls Tolich Toggle Dominika: www.TolichToggle.com
Dedicated to Royce Rees: R.I.P
Epilogue
Tolich Toggle is a platform in which it is easy to consider as a scenario where everyone, everything in the galaxy has an appropriate place of belonging:
Stars belong within a particular sublime constellation….
Vertebrae have a particular place in the vertebral column….
And our brothers the star-fish have a special place in the aquatic world.
And where the opinions and attitudes of a generation succumb to the domineering nature of occultism.