On my Favorite Picture of Anton from Roxanne DeMonica's blog

My favorite pictures of Anton LaVey are the ones with Jayne Mansfield.

They say Jayne was in the Black House for publicity, I believe her Satanism was legitimate. She would have turned 88 this year and I rubbed my clit to her naked gifs recently. I imagine what her ghost would tell me.

The best picture is both of them with LaVey holding a Chihuahua. Long story short, a Chihuahua showed up on my doorstep when I was 18, more than 10 years later he told me never to settle for anyone who loves me less than he did. Now in my mind’s eye he flies above me as a dragon, changing dramatically in size at will. When I worked at UPS he slept on top of the warehouse and his breath fogged up the skylight. He lands behind me heavy when somebody approaches me trying to waste my preciousss time. He was most definitely part of my entourage when I appeared before the The Throne.

Occasionally vultures circle round with my dragon. That tells me there’s something in my life that needs to die. They are comforting when I am in pain, they remind me the pain too will die and they will be there to consume all the flesh of it that remains. I found myself tied to a black hole of a person with what looked like intestines and they ate away at it for weeks until I was free and leveled up.

Do you ever worry that you died many times before and keep waking up in parallel universe type times and places? I started to feel unsure about being in my original reality after a seizure on air duster at an after party on Hale Street. Sometimes I feel that each of the million times I woke up from a black out or date rape I actually died. My only concern is what happened to my mother in all the other dimensions.

There’s a gang called Satan’s Disciples, the black and yellow baby devils. I was in SD’s motherland on 18th and Oakley the last time I was date raped. When I woke up HO was tattooed inside my pussy. Maybe I died there at the birthplace of Satan’s Disciples. Maybe I was mutated beyond belief and my mom in that other life is living out her days thinking I suffered.

I did a past life regression meditation on YouTube. The voice told me to relax and relax deeper and relax deeper and relax deeper until finally it told me to go back and asked me if I was a man or a woman. My brain said I was a man. The voice asked me what language I spoke. My brain said Farsi. I didn’t know Farsi was a language but they speak it in Iran. My brain responding to the voice told me I was 35. I killed my wife.

It makes sense that I’ve had to endure so much in this life because I killed my wife in another.

I’ve done other past life regressions that were wonderful. Billy and me floating high in a hot air balloon with a clear basket over the City of Atlantis. We were famous and we were in love.

But back to LaVey and his Chihuahua pictures. Even among dog lovers Chihuahuas are misunderstood and looked down on. They’re extremely sensitive to vibrations with their tiny bodies and giant bat ears. I used to joke that mine was my spirit guide but now he actually is one of them alternating as my baby puppy and my steadfast dragon among ancestors and deities and aliens and other thangs. Anton LaVey was born about a mile and a half from my house and Anton LaVey holding the world’s smallest dog breed from Mexico is my Anton LaVey.