Musings of Succubi within my Lethargic Mind

So it's another late night in the works, and I just finished watching "The Devil's Advocate" again. I find it a very fascinating, horrifying, and frightening film; Al Pacino makes a slimy Satan, and Keanu Reeves is a pretty good poster boy for the/we tempted. This film says a bit about our self-serving drives as well as the folly of some of our modern/postmodern beliefs and convictions. I think it particularly takes aim at our hedonistic inclinations, our constant craving for pleasure and satisfaction.

I really don't know what more I want to say, but let me finish by saying that the Rolling Stones is all the more frightening to me after this movie. I love/am fascinated by a couple of their songs at least, especially "Sympathy for the Devil" and "Paint it Black" (the latter song being the predominant track in the credits of the aforementioned movie). They just seem very subversive and tainted to me. I'm not sure why, but the combination of the catchy melody of Sympathy and its lyrics gives me the same frightened feeling as Al Pacino, in the fact that it's this really neat, catchy, fun song supposedly narrated by Satan himself. With honey dripping from his lips, aiming for easy justification of his nature by providing entertainment (that didn't come out right, but I've never been able to properly explain myself in this climate). And Paint it Black is just a very haunting song as well, describing this altered state of mind in which everything he percieves is perverted into something grotesque. Truly mortifying (to me, at least). And so, in conclusion, Mick Jagger is to me the personification of hedonism and satanism (the church of satan actually represents a worship of oneself, of being one's own god) and I listen to his music with a heavy, sickening, buzz-kill kinda feeling in my stomach. But I listen on.



P.S. I friggin' died again in RS... lost hundreds of thousands of gold worth of equipment... stupid anti-dragon breath shield...