Perfection is impossible to attain, unless, perhaps, one turns their life into a single line of poetry, written with a splash of blood.

I’m still bleeding. Still trying. Still living.

And in the recent months, still realizing that politeness and compassion are always going to be good things, but my weaker self doesn’t need as much compassion from me as I sometimes allow myself to believe.

It needs an Iron Fist.

And when I feel myself tapping on my own shoulder, saying, “come on. This way,” and I ignore it…

I need a hammer to the face.

That’s what Operation Werewolf always was to me, and some people got that and resonated.

It was an exaggerated version of something, a concept deliberately over the top from its inception in that little notebook, terminologies, aesthetic and all, designed to shatter excuses with a sledgehammer and shake things up, to get The Fire burning.

I guess I, for one, still need that.

My higher self is still calling from somewhere in space and time, willing my current self to be like him.

Maybe that’s what enlightenment is, after all:

Listening to some version of yourself that exists somewhere, someplace, that is the best version of you that will ever be, in any reality, and doing everything you can to line up with that in this one we’re living in now.

I’m sitting in a tiny cabin in the woods typing this out to myself.

But I’m typing it to you too.

Whoever you are, reading this.

Maybe you feel like the world is a dark place, and you are alien to it, and uncertain of where to go, or what to do.

I’ve felt like that.

Maybe you feel, as Hemingway said, that this world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.

I feel that, too.

Fuck their world, but let’s not throw the good out with the bad.

We should be neither misfits nor miscreants, outcasts or “outlaws,” save from the world they’ve built without our consent.

Instead, we must, as ever, build our own while braving theirs.

This can be done, and we will see miracles and radical changes in our own lifetimes. I believe this with every ounce of my burning heart.

But in order to do it, we will need three things:

Pure hearts. Strong limbs. Actions matching words.

Welcome back, or, welcome aboard.

Standby for further transmissions.

XCII

- Paul Waggener, Summer 2022

Few guys never received their knives due to postal services issues, so we will order a small amount of those again. Who’s interested if we put it in preorder ?

Knives available tonight in preorder until next Monday on : https://lessoldatsdelamusique.bigcartel.com

Online !

I’ve just received confirmation that the shipment of the first 300 copies of The Empty Grail are on the way to me.

This means I’ll be reviewing the physical copies and patches as soon as I receive them and putting them up for sale shortly thereafter.

Here is a second preview of the text as read by me and animated by Thee Crooked Hand.

In this part of the book, main character Gawain is faced with a former ally, this time on opposing sides of the war.

« Chaque jour qui passait les décapait, couche après couche, du vernis superficiel et leur laissait seulement ce à quoi ils tenaient véritablement : leur famille, leur fiancée, leur foi en Dieu et leur patrie. Ils méprisaient maintenant les vêtements à la mode, les boîtes de nuit, les flirts et la vie oisive. » Les Survivants-Piers Paul Read.

“Each day that passed stripped them, layer after layer, of the superficial varnish and left them only what they truly cared about: their family, their fiancée, their faith in God and their homeland. They now despised fashionableclothes, nightclubs, flirtations and idle life. »

Alive-by Piers Paul Read

Today marks the 10 years anniversary of Baise Ma Hache.
Thanks to all the comrades and supporters for all that years of blood, tears and joy.
SEULS CONTRE TOUS & VIVE LA MORT!