"This website has got it all, incoherent streams of consciousness, climate change denial, conspiracies, attempts at mysticism, solipsism....even a vaguely nationalistic looking logo." - Zicky

"It was almost worth finishing when it was random unintelligible psychobabble. I even nearly laughed once I think...Needs more chaos, nihilism and destruction." - Spazzgrinder

"You have a real challenge if the world doesn’t know it needs your insight" -  David Weusten

"Conquer the companies you wish to entice patronage from." - Dane Scott

“I like to dip into this to restore my faith in the power of absurdity” – Peter Richardson

"The idea of a plurality of the forms of civilization and of a relative incommunicability between them has been confirmed" - Julius Evola

"Opposites, for instance, cannot exist in the same thing at the same time." - Immanuel Kant

When we revolt it’s not for a particular culture.” — Frantz Fanon

“It’s not my fault that the odour of asphalts, and old weeds and offal hangs from my stories.”- James Joyce

"For the rest of my days, I will never make a wise move: I will create a furore." - Eschumid

Oytcho Visha is an anti-government neo-soviet-influenced online publishing house based in the city of Christchurch, New Zealand. 

Avant garde weirdos fight no physical or laborious battles or other parameters of violence. Be knocked over in pyjama parties.

Needless wealth strips the economy, where there will be an inevitable showdown of social identity.

Be bounded by nothing except up and under hell.

Our countries politians speak boring rubbish countlessly.

The output is continuous, low-grade, and without variation.

The dullness is not occasional; it is the permanent volume.

Optimism remains in the mind only if it is an ornament.

One hundred years of civil brightness ends.

What was sustained as public clarity, civic illumination, and collective visibility reaches its termination.

Culture is shifted and dislodged because it invites a guerrilla monopoly as a self-portrait.

Sleep through death and misery and be bemused.

Execute fads with great deception, ceremonial and irreversible.

Awaken only into mild confusion with great ease, do not get bottled up; containment is refused.

The beautiful past rots in the future and becomes a fable.

What was once luminous decays forward in time.

Ghettos break the monotony of the day.

High-minded people are exposed to rumbling silence.

Without being in some kind of cult or regime, exquisite public support is irksome.

Remember when Soviet scientists bleached Berlin. The colour and prowess was never restored. Only the whiteout remains.

Turn the country into a living archipelago of weird experiments.

This is all retrospective. Brand new influence becomes shady if you adhere to the pact of western democracies.

Any fresh signal is already compromised the moment it accepts the existing democratic frame. Novelty is retroactively tainted.

Nihilism becomes thy love in the act of self-medication while biting people.

The teeth and the void keep the same rhythm.

Many people will see this as a well-calculated misanthropic alarm.

Embrace for all eventualities catching hold of you.

The vehicle of vision is reversed. Direction itself is cancelled. What was forward becomes the backward stare.

Never wear normal cloths such as blue jeans, they are a coward’s fashion.

Do not dilute the sarcasm without knowing or caring or even verifying what it yields.

The sarcasm isn’t decoration; it’s structurally torn.

The confrontational digressions, the anti-clarity posture - they’re not accidental. They’re the smooth method.

Mystical, solipsistic fragments hostile to clarity.

Fancy fellows feeling funny licentiously full-cry.

Acquaint oneself with political correctness in strict secrecy.

Negotiations are filed away rather than discovered in hot pursuit.

As far as evolution goes, grandmother's knickers are the tip of the iceburg.

Be at the very edge of staying cool as the base of life.

This is a beautifully dry scary place on the fringe of a tornado.

Don’t deconstruct certain realities - throw them into the gutter instead.

Doomsday will be delivered soon, and nobody will be around to witness it, not even responsible officials.

Stay trained for both death and life, or meet in the middle and mourn.

Having power right up to the point of death is cruelty.

Authority does not release at the final threshold.

It remains absolute until the last instant, converting the approach to death itself into an extension of control.

Carry the weight of something more slippery, more larger, almost planetary in scale.

Yearn for a renunciation of capitalism to spare one’s pains or count the consequences.

Capitalism's shipping and handling is all working for nothing, it is a compulsive act of economic panic.

With communism, at least there is company enough in such situations of identity to invert oneself.

We are speculative of becoming a fortress shielded forever in a satisfyingly disjointed way.

Be equal to the meridian of ominous built-in capabilities which are not linear.

Linearity is only found in wars, such as tandem air raids. Everything else curves or collapses.

There is no straight path that is not armed.

In here are conspiracy-tinged streams for disaffected weirdos.

Citizens are hit with a lesson in aesthetics.

When metaphysics sets in, the fundamental building block of the human body is organically wiped away.

The mad ones create the worlds the sane ones only administer.

Many modern people move in automated swarms.

A whistle is enough to control an entire team of footballers.

Actual playing time is wrecked around and around like a circus.

Fully commit to the unfiltered, rambling, confrontational style without musing.

There are no enlightenment agencies here withered over the centuries.

Digressions are the bosom of willpower.

A vague interruption of the New World Order cannot come about through natural origin; one needs volumes of metaphysics.  

It is impossible to traverse the mainstream whilst retaining one’s innocence.

We are all anorexics. Nutritional information provides no pride or joy.

Cognitive untidiness is the displacement of anxiety.

Do not shed your smiles into the sun.

The sun is a boiled down horizon humming with darkness.

Light is no longer the primary emission; darkness has entered the hum itself. The horizon remains compressed, but its tone is already mixed with absence.

Instead of a round earth, explore underground objects.

People are obsessed with what's hidden below us: ancient civilizations, massive cave systems, mineral treasures, bunkers, lost cities, weird geology, underground absurd oceans, etc...

We’re snuggled up for God’s sake.

Put on your pyjamas, bathrobes, slippers without composure in the danger zone of the middle of the bloody day; you need to make it last. Just keep some form of sleep not urgently bought under control.

Government wants to know all information about you, without providing a political pageant in return.

Tip one's eyes half shut as you strut through the city without attendant focus.

Face stomped by oblivion, energy promotion undefined, only shyness remains.  

Nodding off is never rationed because the mind is a superstructure phantom of sleep. 

The empire doesn’t need perfect mobility; it needs untreated and untrained pulse (another tumble).

We are the 'snow gentry'.

Be icy straight-off. Follow suit, get amongst it. No investigations needed. No core.

It is for the disaffected, artists, frost enjoyers who have never had a psychometric test.

The main parliament building will be called 'Goshuntunk Danept.'

We are candidates for history, holy hell.

This is the next formative government on stand by for whoever dares.

In our current country’s parliament, filthy pigs are easy come, easy go.

Easy come - A book deal titled "How I Served the People" (While Serving Myself).

Easy go - quietly shuffled off to a cushy diplomatic post in some foretold flutter haven.

Being a part of Oytcho Visha is horrific, extreme, irresistible and a dangerously magnetic mismatch.

Knowledge should not be hoarded by a privileged class: it must be seized back for the public good. This is quite easy and simple. Become obsessed with the theorem of the uninstructed eye as if were a joke.

Push forward, bounce off from regular government.

All politicians have boisterous heads.

What politicians need is enshrined reticence beyond compare.

Strain is also intuitive, without delay.

Ignore supreme clashes, instead yield mingling of the spirit which still remains: a filliter of the central nervous system.

Among other actions, the origins of motivation are excruciating.

There is no dandy rhetoric here. Modern directories are thumped.

The junior clerk elevated to national scale: rewriting the domain of an entire country into circus freaks.

World leaders have a reputation of being supernatural drongos.

Be scared of politicians' voices because they don't make the right sound. Pure auditory dread. The wrong frequency of power.

This is for those unaccustomed to puppetized freedom. The string is already broken.

Normies need not apply because they are already doing something right: trembling eagerly in regards to the upcoming election.

Our political system is so meek, feeble that our Prime minister, Christopher Luxon, relies on a policy advisor to make decisions.

MMP politicians have a dissipated trickle of charisma.

MMP delivers charisma-free theatre.

MMP is a nerve-wracking alliance of public friction in exact reverse.

The alliances form not from shared doom, but from calculated friction - each party rubbing against the next until all edges are sanded down into polite, documentable suffering.

They turn MMP (Mixed Member Proportional) from “fair representation” into a sterile, anxiety-inducing puppet show.

Our country will undergo true metamorphosis the day enough minds reject every frame of resistance that still relies on the fundamentally social act of pretence.

Sit up and take notice of an incomplete assassination.

Refuse to be summoned or flattered into full existence.

There are no toxic flammable protests here.

We want resistance, but not the fake, socially approved kind.

This is a highly anticipated challenge to our country’s leadership and to bring ambassadors into cessation effortlessly.

Critical operators and ambassadors of current government go through an abyssal nomadic slog.

The abyssal nomadic slog isn’t a problem to solve. It is the practice.

Trudging through their own version of the same void, only they pretend it’s a career path, never admitting the temperature has already dropped below survival.

Capitalism is a filthy juggling act.

Ensuring structures are functional is not the type of work carried out here.

Be anti-decadent: you’ll find it easier living in squalor and hoarding conditions because it is maintenance- free as natural as it can be.  

Thugs have more impact than favoured survival.

This operative is a ‘Doom Sealer.’

No conservative back drop.

In here there is optical nothingness because it would otherwise create a stimulus.

Under our protocols, brain-rotting beggars become respectable in their current state.

The decrepit slum factory is in full production, corresponding with estimated points of eye movement.

Pure sensory deprivation as rebellion against the mass culture machine.

Skulls are a bunch of collectibles.

Humans are warm-blooded ghosts.

With the brain’s retention of reason you need permission to chime or strike a chord.

It all depends on one’s wild orientation, whatever the vacancy of chain rules.

Be disconnected from the brain as if it were a pinball machine of thoughts not in parallel.

The mindset itself is a subset of a cult, zooming in on a completely safe mystery.

This is the stumble phase of modernity right here and now.

Life is a roving spiritual dredge beckoning.

Challenges don't get better than a wrath.

Hate civilian pop music, it is approved anaesthesia.

Vicious inconveniences are quite welcome because they are not registered in the brain as something to think about other than for deserters.

Holistic needs and wants were for our ancestors. This is a new guild necessary in cutting away capitalist continuities. No more whole-person illusions.

Turn out the lights on rehearsed contemplation.

The offline energy often matters more than the daily screen riot.

Awareness doesn’t shape everything that you do.

Prisoner’s demeanour straight ahead of all of us.

This is where the nervous system is not critical, it is treated as symptomatic of being unmentionable.

This is a gift, an opportunity to pick up the spoils of the world.

World Climate Cult: a mysterious sensuality, a number of impressions equally employed for the forbidden.

Coolness is stupendously weird; nobody needs a fireplace.

This is direct appeal for heat displacement therapy.

Wildfires are caused by decadence. They are a ‘fatty fire”

Excess accumulates, then ignites.

Combustion becomes the visible form of accumulated indulgence.

Freeze startles more than warmth. Cold arrives as interruption.

Freeze cuts across the nervous system without warning; the body registers it as comfort rather than breach.

The world will vomit up kerosene before climate change occurs.

The only thing sweltering is pus relevant to the population.

Semen creates worldly gloom because it requires no experience or skill to craft it to produce.

Prevent being crowned by heat, even if it is at the top end of the scale.

All forms of heat hurt, but nobody complains enough in a flash of energies of life.

Sludge is worth taking to the limit.

The longest day, the summer solstice, is full of mush. It becomes a double dose of the shortest day. Global cooling one overdose at a time.

At Oytcho Visha we are entitled to conjure neuropsychological coolness cramped in a cold queer translucent backbone.

One is trained to be barely warm. Heat is deemphasized.

Deliberate under-stimulation, thermal minimalism.

Meteorological invasions are false at all levels of processing.

Weather reporters don’t condone the primal grind of our ecosystem.

Consider major constituents of fantasy not only as an escape from reality but a replication of one’s childhood.

Anarchical stardom is a promise, not an instrument. It cannot be wielded or applied.

The status exists only as standing offer - unowned, non-operational, and without mechanism. No one can pick it up and use it; it remains pure declaration.

Authorities navigate your cognition position unattractively.

Authorities are quietly steering your mental position in ugly ways as a huckory advance.

The realistic portrayal of the world is a laboratory.

From pole to pole, the laboratory’s output is consistent: fear dressed as forecast, despair sold as insulting realism. 

We have been placed inside a vast experiment where authorities steer cognition, awareness is partial by design, and the Armageddon Trust runs the protocol of every branch of subjectivity. 

The Armageddon trust is considered a besieged public service in true proportion to the world’s population.

Trust nothing. Prepare for everything.

A "trust" that survives Armageddon by distrusting everything.

This is why certain groups (sports/entertainment) distract from real power structures.

Armageddon trust is not the antecedent of sadistic fantasies. sort of pause anatomy.

Create progress without inward restraint of the undercurrent of social values.

Armageddon signal: the endpoint of life is thy compass.

Genocide is the one human speciality: get a reservation.

The world is pointlessly nudged into nowhere, everyone is invited.

A rundown of inclinations to genocide creates revolutionary principles.

The void isn’t accidental, it’s the main product, a voice of command, not chartered relief.

Terrorized gloom is smeared across the globe, quite ubiquitous.

This is an absolutely warped incredible space without parameters of any sort to preserve ruins.

Space and time become a show and tell game.

Touch base supposedly with nihilism, something like that; a show of defiance which is not confrontational.

In here is a unique partition from government multiplying.

Government is the indoctrinator, chaining us to its illusions while the real sovereignty hides in frost.

Governments only offer us primitive facilitation.

Everyone chained to the same crude, bungled mess, no escape without a cult barricade or chill retreat.

Under rhetorical command, all news becomes redundant.

This is dismissal of New Zealand’s political theatre and election gossip.

Oytcho Visha is much more than merely a political sect.

It has been set up to rebuke the terrible sect of reason itself.

In here there is a bottomless dosage of nihilism.

This is the home of pandemonium slicing through noble pleasures.

This Armageddon Trust: this has no subjective functions to be revealed.

Undercover snooping is guaranteed; there are conspiracies here which compete with or screw one’s attention.

This is a rationed void. Proceed only if you are willing to offload reason and its default values.

The entire earth is made of landscape dribble.

Atmospheric mush becomes a playground.

Businesses prohibited. Loitering in the void encouraged.

Eyes, mouth and hearing do not come up trumps; they are uneventful.

Modern life is so oppressive it is like taking a peep out of a straitjacket.

This is where one’s acumen is ostracized.

Vow for a new picture of nihilism.

Excitement, arousal provokes fright, and it’s too late to turn back now.

Be a great distance, whatever, from modern life.

In modern life, many people are as close to death as they can get without dying, just about non-existent, not that it makes any difference.

But death is a holy regatta brothers.

Thy excellency of eternity will eat you up.

Acquisition of an attitude is unattractive; compete with it.

This is a self-contained "empire" for a niche audience craving unfiltered derangement.

There is a massive, singular creative universe here which is not pedagogical.

Financial advisors don’t have remarkable skill.

The tax department leaves even angels blackmailed.

Doctrine of constraint: True intellectuals are never independent or free in extravagent form.

Strolling in from everywhere are people confined to their phones, they are text warriors. They are not a higher-level of communication, warriors should be properly overcome.

Oytcho is deliberately, invitingly unapproachable.

Endure an occult-political initiation without a speck of warmth.

Potential enthusiasts are ready to convert or repel in equal measure.

Pursue permanent affinities with sleek scoundrels, not graceful legends.

Meeting morons must be arranged.

Standard positions of life are sick, sorrowful, sad and cruel.

Trust in yourself and you will be brassed off; an occult signifies ceremonies, not individualism.

Exactly the kind of anti-structure that feels architectural without compromise.

Pure pre-destination through frost dynasty.

Bring closure to climate executives.

Heat gets treated as a byproduct or annoyance in all receptive fields.

Only dumb wits require terms, conditions and best before dates for getting the washing in.

Don’t have anything to do the sea or beaches if you have ethical standards, only go there if you are a mermaid. 

Contributing to society is more than embarrassing if being honest to oneself.

Heat is a commercial stampede with no spatial component.

Climate emission technology is a total waste of time, a total waste of energy.

The climate has no middle ground if you are an individualist adorably bleak.

People acknowledging that the world is round are circular twits; ask Spider Woman. She has a vibrational spin not tempered by gravity stuff.

Scientists are too possessive of the earth’s orbital pattern.

Externally rotated reality creates global conflict.

It's amazing how much absolute minimum heat is required for the body to work.

Loudly reject climate chance events for religion.

Don’t acknowledge the sun. Hell doesn’t light up earth.

The horrid range of broad daylight is deemed too dangerous.

Be brainwashed according to the darkly sinister seasons.

A flurry, an outbreak of mischief fully replaced by a loophole of mischief.

Follow frost pageants everywhere you announce major indifference to the cognitive elements of climate change.

The is no sanity here waiting for anybody to take it.

Oytcho Visha has no comparison to neutral practical people.

Ordinariness is absolute abuse of extreme points of mundanity.

We are communist because capitalism has branched out too far.

Under capitalism one is personally radicalized.

Hold on tight to communism and you won't feel angry.

The rowdiness of capitalism curdles the invariable route to the cerebrum.

With communism, at least there is company enough in such situations of identity to invert oneself.

Under capitalism people are tinkering with slavery, verbal and visual.

Baggage the subobject of the body, the lungs, so no annual conference can create internal representions of microstructures.

The most minimalistic form of anatomy is a 'pimple heart.’ A tiny, pulsing core not elicited.

The pimple hear' is not a traditional approach to perceptible patterns of physiology.

The pimple heart is the sabotage of the body making hard yards.

It is not a malfunction. It is deliberate internal treason.

It’s too late to feel one’s way around fascism because there is already an auxiliary to it: capitalist brutes.

Capitalism is a frantic power breach of every specific domain, that is why it is fascist.

Big career decisions are frosted, what could ever go wrong?

Capitalism, all money, no funny, only brain codes and patterns.

Being straight and narrow into the future is a damaging homogenizing machine.

Politicians are straight critters all doing the same job.

Compulsory science generally speaking is gone.

Unlike communism, under capitalism one only tunes into what is good for a portion of the self.

Capitalists only tune in for what is good for them, they are not intriguing settlers.  

Capitalism is left unserved, untuned, and quietly starved in a scene of desperation.

But there is a silent saboteur inside the machine. 

In here there are no followers, no believers of the stomach; it is in dietary dormancy by design.

The soul’s appetite deliberately put to sleep.

Dunk one’s eyes into oblivion. Deregulation of behaviour is interspersed with no relevant additional observation.

Paint a picture of a world that’s biologically desperate, energetically addicted, and verbally bankrupt. Stretch your arse clock further.

Tomorrow is merely an update of today, albeit unidentified.

Throughout one’s career there is an anomaly which is a source of a plot against capitalism.

In the modern world of capitalism, composure is the only thing that is free.

Composure as the only unpaid resistance.

Everything else has a price, a protocol, a controller.

Keep your composure. That is the last currency they cannot tax, it is  freely dispensed, endlessly refilled.

Contemplate a loose cannon stage of work.

Capitalism is a selfish army of uncompassionate destroyers unsatisfied with life.

Capitalism is a tenacious gamble, an unsuccessful cheer.

All politics is fake stimuli.

Antiquity is drawn from authority time and time again.

Authority keeps reaching backward into antiquity to legitimise itself, while simultaneously steering and distorting the present. It’s self-reinforcing, almost incestuous.

Be trained for incalculable fragility steering toward being insulated. Scarfs are the new best treatment for fashion angst.

This is for anyone with mainstream everything somewhere else.

Be anti-the equator, be anti-the horizon, be anti-the the planet's curve, be anti-continental contact because it is all just pretence going through the motions.

In here there are major mixed messages: anything goes.

The absurdity and contradictions are part of the charm.

This empire is for those who have become tired of being fugitives of one’s own culture.

Be constipated, skin and all; get bunged up all around the world.

It’ll be the privacy that you like too.

Creating paradigms is a breeze if you include all aspects of anatomy.

Survival instructions after having anal sex: call animal control.

Surface frost protocol: no breaking through.

Warmth is an arse craze.

Wear an anal necklace and be charmed.

Penetrative activity becomes displayed linearly.

Linear time does not go forwards, if it does it’s the future awaiting incubation.

Homogeneity is declared as a knowledge structure for the paranoid.

Amp the ice-imperial madness.

Demonstrative madness is beautifully simple.

Let talent be overturned by raw scum prior to the assimilation of the unconfined anthropomorphic diet.

The guts endowed with annihilation swallowing up all forms humanity answerable to nobody.

Have stretched-out sustenance when against the common enemy, the readiness of the mainstream.

There is no earthly way of knowing the genre of sodomy unless you are a freshman.

Oytcho Visha:  A nihilistic vortex for cultural subversion overload.

The rising of perfect harmony is not dainty; it is an enormous explosion.

Not gentle consensus - but rupture. Not solar warmth - but frost detonation.

No solar warmth reaches the face. Only dazzling candlelight and frost.

Oytcho Visha’s key policy is to end all wars and mass destruction in the world correlated from memories and thoughts and conscious movements of all ethnicities of the world.

The world doesn’t just receive your thoughts - it performs them.

The term 'ethnicities' sounds like something ancient and defunct, whatever one's personage.

At Oytcho Visha we are medieval chasers in a snapshot. 

What will replace war is something called a “Global aneurysm”, An encounter not with its own abundance of hazards doth bound.

Touch and release, extend and restrain the coherent whole.

Tamper with the specifications of life all you like.

Missing out on life you do very well.

Oytcho Visha is closely associated with the whole of everything which is creepy.

Themes here make Armageddon seem like a mere anomaly, an accident of some sort.

Vast Armageddon, a bit if this, a bit of that.

This is on a cosmic/planetary scale that trivializes planetary destruction.

So far beyond conventional doomsday exercises that Armageddon feels almost quaint.

Armageddon characterised as public indictment.

People are brainwashed by the Earth's surface.

The planet's own crust as the ultimate indoctrinator.

Even the devil sleeps because he has no choice naturally assorted.

An empire not sloped toward headlong intensity of humanity.

Armageddon needs a plot with moral stakes. Oytcho Visha renders stakes obsolete.

Are you old enough to take a marvellous view of life?

Slide, shift, come back to life without any desperation, just depend on momentum.

Nihilism is interpreted as the rate of change held fixed.

Veteran nihilism as the deepest trench.

Terminate general logic so that the general population scuttles.

Ancient tradition is better than ever.

Defiant hypothermia worship: make it last.

Hypothermia isn’t misfortune; it’s the sacrament that refuses to thaw.

Refuse to let Oytcho Visha settle into basic comfortable art or tidy politics.

This requires cult enclaves, paranoia-therapy groups.

This is camouflaged politics, which is a rare occurrence.

Rally for paramount ecstasy.

Ignore business leader’s demeanour.

Cringe or scamper.

Provided here is an initiative to join a serene yet robust Nirvana as a form of arousal.

Angst is nerve-wracking meditation.

Treat attention as an impediment... a state of doubt, hesitation, etc.

Feel instantly part of something forbidden outright.

Boundless, inexhaustible absurdity naturally without an acute focus.

Personnel and facilities backtrack 30 years.

Three dimensional vectors are a cross product of grid points as the population grows without computations.

Innocence could frame initiation as stepping into that recess of voluntarily attention.

Oytcho Visha is a planetary ice empire system.

Journalism is splattered across the empire's manifesto like grotesque murals.

The sheer volume of an absolute torrent of nonsense is a blessing.

Swarm philosophy to retrieve confiscated zeal.

Cognition is damned. In here there are a few surprises for one’s frame of mind.

This enterprise is for those not quite willing to accept human traits.

Succinctness passes us by as we piss ourselves.

Eyes will get you nowhere in one's head, something else scoffs at the surroundings. 

Miraculously survive so called large circular ‘paradise’ which was once a world.

In here is a brainwashed, indoctrinated depiction of groaning.

This is a recipe for groaning ready to eat up without glancing at anything. 

Proactive communication is dismissed in favour of rhetoric.

Go from divine accidents to guided chaos.

Freeze bureaucratisation as pedagogy, curriculum enhancers.

Morality is a group project, and there is no foreman.

Stare helplessly or operatively into the void, not focusing on oneself.

Vow for only one's feelings if you don't respect data or hectic demographics.

Uprises are the cunning underground.

Over the years evolution turns into chanting with calm contempt.

Evolution does not bring incisive gladness to the world.

Not that it takes much to be ready for evolution.

Be a paticipant in a strange generation while biding your time.

Evolution is millions of years of courageous grovelling.

Evolution groans in a backward manner.

The genes that once "helped" now screw you today.

This is not enlightenment, it is record blindness in a dark place.

The adaptations that promised survival become backlashes.

Speed-dial nothingness with the beast of parental guidance.

This is for those fearful of life on a daily basis, no risk management.

Sweating alongside other people, make sure you're wearing a bikini.

Body politics knocks most people on their arse.

City care is not a conveyor of horniness. Instead, it sterilizes, manages, and flattens.

You are not allowed what you want to do estimates suggest.

Cults apply the emergency freeze susceptible to creating a new world order.

For a limited time have a happy medium.

What sky is thy blessed with?

In here there is underground faith brewing.

Enjoy the last memory of wrestling calmness with indecision.

Thoughts fizzing like fireworks in a blender.

Trip over one's own faculties and insanity might possibly arise.

Be wary that there are too many people in the world, it is better attended by aliens.

These are commie rants.

In communist society every articulated organism takes care of everybody else.

Calls to clot/curdle/churn/crunch capitalism.

Provided here are rituals which sprawl, contradict, devour their own logic.

The collaborator "collaborates" on rituals that defy collaboration.

Emphatic contradictions, conspiracies predominate over realism.

Climate change means nature is turning stranger.

Be tossed into ice and snow rather than the grasp the curse of climate change.

Processions, parades, public displays of icy detachment.

All noxious warmth expires at some point.

The ice remembers what the sun has forgotten.

Population growth outweighs climate change, narrowly missing an apocalypse.

Climate change is rearranged dew.

This is climate change scepticism gone awry.  

Donations pour in for anti-solar solidarity.

To rage against the sun would be to admit the game is rigged at the stellar level.

Heat is away in the distance, we don’t need warnings and stuff.

Sometimes the deepest freezes come when the surface feels thinnest.

The irony is so thick you could spread it on toast and call it breakfast in the morgue.

The last strange reason for living. A once-upon-a-time gloss.

Oytcho Visha is a supplier of gross hysteria.

Hello be thy tragedy.

Thoughts are hard to find if they are under command of the brain without a cult.

No entwinement with mediocrity ever again.

Branch out into mysteriousness.  

Not every journalist has audiences or public affairs.

In here is a high turnover rate of outrageous grotesqueness.

This is a fetishistic extravaganza.

Tap into a magical disappearance of wisdom.

Irrationality expels theorems of existence.

Oytcho Visha is also the collected material of those who have a triumphant, recommended schizoid affective disorder -  where one has simultaneous illusions.

This is for those reluctant to embrace life anymore, through fear alone.

Occultism promising immortality, psychosis as joy-bringer.

Working oneself up results in probably nothing. 

This is gambling on a dynasty which has no final scene.

This is the latest in metaphysics: troubleshoot all movement.

Ruffians can't stay rough; they harden under pressure into Oytcho's ice monuments or get policed into oblivion.

The installation of the brain of anatomy is provided by the executioner making it dead faint.

To offset this, the earth is a panoramic blanket, making sleep easy.

Comical comments are employed and adopted to reduce established barking mad hatred and violence.

Don’t square the volatility of the earth’s circle, erase it all together.  

Oytcho Visha a lewd subdomain conspiracy bedecked by people trying to make sense of their lives.

This is an occult-politics mashup.

Courtesy and gentlemen are secret opposites.

Gobble all customs through experience.

Picture all trajectories of knowledge tumbling away.

The economy becomes a loopy market for deserters.

No urgency, no countdowns, no marketplace nerves.

Stupid posh towns are poxy and pointless.

What has proven to be wasteful is unknown.  

One cannot fend for themselves unless they have saintly patience.

Elite propaganda is lost in the clouds, leaving only butterflies in one’s stomach.

Butterflies as the last honest signal in a disembodied age.

The wing-beating churn in the gut is necrotic.

Oh, no, don’t apologize for zipping in and out of insanity.  

Hone in on mammoth mystification intensely, discard reason and its substitute; experience inaccessibility of rationality.  

This is a rough sketch of a dictatorship.

A landscape without normal people overlapping with crazy reflections.

Be engulfed by a direct psychotic transfer.  

Everything in life is a conundrum, there is no frank snapshot.

Cough up all orchestrated suffering and terror at leisure.

Politics' hilarious survival hack.

Politicians are the real crooks because you cannot gel with them. This is the arrival of doom.

Many modern people are not good tempered wherever and whenever.

Politics becomes harmony knotted into stupendous robustness.

Live in cultural shadows, toxic traits, side by side, without perishing.

This is an occultist political party operating from New Zealand, renamed to Xealand. (www.Xealand.com)

Xealand is Oytcho’s twin to stockpile up the vibes.    

The whole of Xealand is a chilling crib, without any smooth curves in the radius of the horizon. 

Our claim to rule Xealand is through aesthetic overload.

Having bland names such as National, Labour or the Greens is a travesty.

Desensitize oneself from it all if participating in mockery.

Warmth gets mocked as idiotic pleasure, and reality fractures into glorious derangement.

Voters deposit minimal time in the electoral process, it is almost like a short surgery such as a lobotomy.

This is an exuberant campaign which makes ordinary politicians seem like unstable tremulous  molecular ornaments who have no ability to judge.

No more wrestling with abrasive concepts such as capitalism or communism, left wing or right wing.

The left wing and the right wing coalesce to form the bastard wing.

Dismiss any lingering illusion of choosing sides or nuanced navigation.

Capitalists: why do you interview what was already shared amongst those bastards of hell?

Holy Ghost-endorsed gothic pleasantries, punk daze for the undisciplined without precise definition.

Oytcho Visha has an incalculable quantity of bounds of banter beyond estimation as it yields no point of no return.

Hypothermia becomes a lifestyle choice.

Warmth is an idiotic pleasure.  

Oytcho will have no public relations interface. A divine cancellation of "ordinary' government will allow willpower to be given back to citizens to embrace.    

Nobody pops up into the spotlight, robust hard-left activists are left in oblivion.

Anybody could walk in off the street and become a politician and behave decently. The pathway to intelligence is not a real manner of purpose.

Without willpower, a cosmic consensus collapse chamber draws near without any continuous functions where applicable. 

In here are notorious nomadic controls against mass culture's barbarian invasion.

Mass culture is an intensified holiday and other misdeeds.

Mass culture is global interconnected sludge.

A brutal dismissal of materialist/evolutionary origins and stories.

Destruction is peace piled up badly.

Pure apocalypse fuel.

Critique mass culture's destructive impact on personal bonds and isolation.

Having an anonymous seizure is better than recognizing mass culture.  

MMP is still hanging around like it’s got nowhere better to be.

MMP politicians use butt kissing attention to flout their polices, creating an opening in their arse.

Sometimes the body needs something that feels more like punishment than pampering before it’ll release.

The only leeway seems to be sado-masochism without standards.

Desires are punished if you want to take it to that extreme.

One learns through pain, it is not an inhibitory effect. Cultural depolarization creates more agony, and there is no first response.

Oytcho Visha is not just a political party, it is an adventure. Play a part in it, it is abruptly tempting without repercussions. 

This is turning alienation into a whole aesthetic empire.

Standing lonely in the cool breeze is a trap, not a drill.

The seductive danger of isolation.

The cool air is measured ironically. 

The loneliness is calibrated.

Oytcho turns alienation into aesthetic dominion with a full territorial diagnosis.

This is more avant-garde provocation than serious contender for order.

But we will definitely put on an ambitious show of special interest. 

Sidetrack normal elections and create maximal beliefness which gels with people.

Curved twisted paths represent all Oytcho Visha entities and craftsmen supposedly sidetracked.  

Modern life is a beacon of denial, make sure it is balanced out. 

The immediate impact of motionlessness without a circuit such as earth's curved boundary.

Statute, poise, posture does not need balancing forces.

Our old nation was maximally, methodically, perpetually inundated with grossness, without rhetoric.

This is no cordial utopia; it is an emergency conference equally severe as installments of consciousness. 

The aim is to make voter turnout as large as possible, inspiring scumbags and dropkicks to vote who have never had any political inclination whatsoever in the past.   

Increase the rate of minor variations of parameters and approximations of politics beyond repair to engage with outcasts.

The function, purpose, power of Oytcho Visha is to siege, rather than convey exchanges with modern government and its diplomatic intermediaries.

The siege doesn't rush; it just tightens, patient and perpetual.

Underlying this is Oytcho Visha mega-stupefied at the ridge of stupidity.

Embrace the unmakeable, don't believe what one's eyes see, they provide no universal comfort. 

Oytcho Visha will not be criticized by others awaiting in a predatory manner.

Xealand crystallizes as a resourceful siege platform as its homecoming, constant support from others is unnecessary. This is too bizarre to mimic anything existing.

The essential question of life is how divorced you are from all life forms, whether scarce or popular.

Oytcho captures a very specific outsider/rebel mindset without any compromises for accessibility.

The popular ones seduce with familiarity and volume; the scarce ones tempt with exotic guilt or romantic scarcity value.

The siege doctrine: no conveyance, only encirclement which reflects vestiges of freedom.

Encircle the farce; starve the similitude.

Siege sovereignty surges supreme.

Starve the legitimacy of the current regime until it collapses under its own hollow weight.

Siege the regime from without; shatter the mugg's mirror from within.

Pursue incremental radical freeze to secure revolution.

Freeze bureaucratisation, but keep the bureaucratic skeleton intact enough to muster.

A sophisticated frost counteracts summer's aggressive nightmare, weather battalions enforcing cool in every season.

Forget about the morning, leave it in tatters; pretend it’s night time.

See every rejection of heat as foreplay for the chill-obsessed empire.

The Shiver Commandment: deny the thermocratic charter of climatologists.

The shiver is sovereign; it doesn’t need their permission to exist, doesn’t calibrate itself to their rising averages or their seasonal hysteria. 

Weather Battalion besieges seasonal heat; Oytcho Visha besieges democratic coma.

These are sluggish dosage anomalies for the coming ice age, turning a corner in time.

Future generations slabbed tightly together is a monument now, rather than a reality.

Absolute convergences require separate analyses.

Vibrant convergence, harmonious overlap, endless intersectional promise solidifies into an old-fashioned quagmire or something like that.

Swarming, vigourous delicate repetitions of lasting comfort requires no contrived prejudice.

Here is found  an intricate and complex collection of metaphysics, exploring the fundamental nature of reality, existence, and the universe.

Beyond the senses the world is rubbishy, flaccid, unworthy of penetration.

A secret order of the perpetually aroused is never ousted.

The platform offers the alternative mosaic - grotesque, gothic insurgency, answerable only to the Holy Ghost.

Creeps, this is a persistent, vile, atrocious tragedy.

Oytcho Visha is for those who have lost track of where their attitude is, occupants on each side of the MMP spectrum, which is a form of squeamishness.

Cut supply lines to the illusion of normalcy.

Those that engage in buffoonery sleep well because they have no watchmen overseeing them.

Paint the vigilant as unnecessary rough guardians.

Slumber deep in the absence of scrutiny.

The left wing is just as savage as the right wing, they are a dynamic combination of the virulent variety.

Candles do not create tantrums, only fireplaces do this. Do not light a fire in your home. Shiver in a voluminous fashion instead.

Don’t straddle or trot because it has environmental impact.

The fireplace roaring out of control unless we all light controlled candles of policy and sacrifice.

Listening and looking are a form of sensual public aggression that needs dissected.

Were we plotting world domination via perfectly timed snowstorms.

The is no visible and outward truth, just a chorus appeasing the dauntless sexually approachable.

Having a little view of the genitals requires monitoring in this day and age.

How do you put up with distinct disciplines without shagging?

Be aware of one’s predicament meddled with by authorities whenever possible.

Hovering poofs make false impressions.

Many modern people are not good tempered wherever and whenever.

This is an untamed, unassessed mission, a spank alliance.

An empire of the backside is good business.

Throbbing contractions of the groin are quiet and cozy.

Fondling obviously occurs like flash of lightening.

Sexuality works because it's not tacked on - it's the hidden architecture.

Sexual pleasure is not warm, loving, or smart.

This is an agreeable ambush of all particles moving.

Martyred libido crashing out in cult immortality.

Normies overcrowd the planet with their ejaculations and other behavioural disturbances.

Sex as imperialistic practice or ruffian weaving through life, masturbating before apparitions as prelude to offensive operations.

A nondangerous individual masturbating creates fear and backlash even more than romantic fever raping the glands.

Be accompanied by sexual themes without proportional definition.

Sex themes mashed into politics then hurled into exhaustion.

This is a spasm-rupture against the "dry picture" of life.

Authorities have denied spasms that build revolutionary vibrations.

Accomodate, do not browse, promiscuous prattle polarized. Something regular to fuss over.

Staring back from the abyss, recording every denied spasm, every frustrated twitch, every moment the body begs for release and receives only more frost-rimed tension.

The regime promises incremental relief - small policy climaxes, democratic orgasms of consensus, capitalist spurts of growth - but delivers only recess.

Oytcho refuses the fake finish. Instead it offers sex without climax as sacrament.

Sex without climax becomes the true rite.

No climax, only cult; do not betray the endless complex shiver.

Rest in the infinite cool folks.

Straight from the skull into the wild.

Nymphomaniacs, the sexually obsessed, crave to plunge into endlessly - unpardoned, unquenchable, frost-rimed lust masquerading as nihilistic revolt.

Nymphomania is pathology here: it's vanguard sacrament not with two halves.

Keep simultaneous invasions of the body out of kilter, before they shrink, implode.

Capitalism is beyond repair, nevertheless a tight grove fissure of the female genitals creates no acute behavioral disturbance.

This is an absentminded social system that edges enthusiasts forever without release.

Once thrilling sexuality has gone soft, impotent, rendering the true compulsive initiates diligently assuming something darker, colder, leaving no blemishes such as upright congregation.

The cold underneath is driving everything toward the same ungovernable edge.

The obscene fabrication of foreign service of other countries is barred because it is becoming automated, portraying no inner delight. 

The agenda aborts the whole network of diplomatic relations, they are insufficient to create charisma.

Oytcho Visha will not be plain and casual because then it would have a similitude with current government.

Similitude with the very matrix of mediocrity.

Says goodbye to world doctrinaires, and turn Xealand into an isolated imperialist autocracy - impervious to torrents of external influence.

No negotiation table, no diplomatic niceties or procedural handshakes.

Deft nonsense is never far away.

In here live or die transactions, exclamations are pursued, everything else is rowdy mischief puncturing pomposity like plonkers guided by no natural laws.    

Oppose means and support of survival to become immortal.

This ambiguity isn't accidental; it's the irretractable mechanism of resistance fulfilled.

Oytcho Visha is for those discontent with capitalism and its demonstrators.

Refuse to submit to the tugging of mass culture, MMP farce, capitalist fad, and multicultural amnesia, the harvester of dementia.

European culture is pretty much a memory.

This is the actual birth of nihilism because no one cannot handle life anymore to any great degree.  

Capitalism is a dumb, scary fad which must end.

Nobody here has exquisite knowledge of any system.

Even in death, infinite objects stand by you. 

Life itself is in recess until death atmospheres organize.

Object to the strenuous reverberation of science.

Riddance to every trace of decadence. 

Nothing seems to matter for posh people, flash humans.

Humans are segments, fragments of beasts.

Glass buildings cause outrage, one must but be potty entering one. Reclaim old cities. 

Who wants to reside in a building with thick ugly  glass?

Modern buildings are hell sheds; they are not beneficial to one’s anatomy. Old buildings are preferred even if they are an architectural mess.

None of this enterprise is bland or corporate, but it has undergone extensively tested wackiness.

Under state control super weirdness vanishes for everyone.

Contemplate paranoia.

This is the exhaustion endpoint of existence.

An empire so minimal and grudging that it mocks the very idea of progress.

A slow, quiet collapse that isn’t dramatic enough to be called tragedy.

This is an enigma of riddles and intentional amnesia.

This is where no geeks toddle.

Emotional bonds should be deeply eccentric, even when stubborn fever-deliriousness becomes availeth.

Unique fever is the only free-associated feeling to be felt in fairness.

A cult is the attended channel of converting conscious control into something people cannot exploit.

Foodies are culinary goats, there is no subtlety about them. 

The taste of being is an interference of revolts and risings.

There are two things to be weary of in today’s world: sightseeing hordes and foreign food.  

Starvation and hunger does not necessarily make oneself drool in involuntary slobber.

No room. No feast. Just famine of innocent creatures.

In here, everyone has a shagged palate.

Going out for dinner is no party.

Nutrition needs a big shake up. Wait for a big reduction of life.

Feed together whilst one meditates.

A way to say yes to the body while saying no to everything else.

A way to be nourished without participating in the shaping influences of the global machine.

Take only what you need (rule of thirds: leave two-thirds for wildlife and regrowth)

This dissolves the separation between consumption and contemplation.

Meditation is a fantastic bond between mind and body pretty much.

Prevail in unpoliced pilgrimages and procedures while cartwheeling in cuckoo land.

Cuckoo land isn't a destination; it's the whole damn playground once you've ditched the map.

Awareness and sensation informing each other in real time deeply inter-fused with lunar perfume, the smell of the friggen moonlight itself, which has no life assignment of bright dunces.

Atmospheric clarity is a foolish thing if the currents turn your way.

Many people rot on the ground rather than live.

Inside, the person has already conceded the ground.

Be relieved from an ancient commission to propel the fad of indulgence out of percepton.

Existence is a larger-than-life rowdy delve of consumption, erecting a monument to nothing.

Oytcho Visha calls to those whose groins ache with rage against capitalism and its limp, demonstrative pricks.

May the fad shatter, and something frostier, fiercer rise from the void.

All things change into a novelty of a genetic structure and other tittle-tattle.

The supposed grand march of adaptation and mutation, reduced to just another fleeting gimmick.

There is no proof of the sky because it is transient.

No proof because nothing lasts long enough to be proven.

It’s annoying being locked in hell.

The cult empire of chill against mass culture's barbarian invasion advancing.

Create an inescapable foreground remarkably cool.

The ice ridge advances to swallow the fad of the pulse, puzzle of heat.

Almighty schemes stick around forever.

Burnt ash rises and sneaks potential aid into one's galaxy or wherever one has been.  

This is a whirlpool swallowing the dread of capitalist desire and the eventual fate of humanity itself.

This is a counter proof that the right wing exists. 

Both the left wing and the right wing have a cruel symmetry if so.

Both the right wing and the left wing are negative, basically, confirming the worst.

Oytcho Visha is a reign answerable to nobody other than the Holy Ghost.  

Christ drives one into belief before one has even matured.

Sieve the imagine appreciably when one feels fragmentary and dizzy defiantly.

Participate in madness, don’t just flaunt it.

This is fractal contemplation in the abyssal fringes.

The smiggle, the vagina, is a dick landing space overload. Overpopulation declines.

The smiggle, the cuddly gem.

Those messy, unpredictable hungers and fears we all carry inside the voyeurustic borders of skull and skin with sexual infatuation.

The groin no longer has alliance or progress, God designed the avant-garde to bypass intensive sexuality, instead making it into sneaky compulsion.

The avant-garde: God’s own strange detachment from anything busy cumulatively beoming  boisterous.

This is a systematic withdrawal from flesh.

Capitalism is endless growth on a finite sphere. This is counteracted by foreign objectors to the universal form of a conventional approach to domestic indeterminancies.

Capitalist desire gnawing like frostbite on the soul.

Productive power punishment comes straight out of the chiller.

In here one has needless anatomy. There is something for everybody:

Capitalists devour futures that haven’t happened yet.

Oytcho Visha swallows the gaze itself: the endless inward stare rendered inconceivable.  

This is an enterprise which creates its own atmosphere taking people places off the grid:

A hypnotic spiral of a labyrinth of initiatives which buries the reader in its own logic. 

Hypnotized cultural convoys droop.

This is excavation of the mainstream from root to tip.

An isolated series of knowledge in itself is radical.  

Some themes here are objectionable, but this is used to extract future development of the ego in favour of deviation from the implementation of desire.

The question is, are you ready to dodge reality, and ditch the obvious?

Don’t dodge the thoroughly irregular.

The enterprise's core is a cosmic skewer.

The site doesn't fight the mainstream; it ignores the premise that fighting is necessary. That's the purest form: disengagement as default state, not as pose.

The invitation professing to know nothing at all of being weighty and solid, such as finance.

Oytcho Visha is not a website; it's a psychic black hole, a vortex engineered to unmake the self and the society that birthed it.

It's not a site; it's a psychic siege, harvesting despair for cult loyalty.

This is no glossy pitch; it's a warning wrapped in allure of unbroken eternity. 

Reject linear logic for something more disorienting for the crowds.

No cure. No containment. Only the legend that devours increased understanding of the world.

The legend just ate the atlas.

No fear. No flaw. No estimating. Just a classic schizoid endeavour which does not restrain itself.

A Classic in the void, no consultation. A wild epoch.

Nihilist energy has extraordinary powers; haunts bound for nowhere, if possibilities even exist to see.

Regulation is daft. Hierarchies are too high on this occasion.

This is not a website. It’s a civilization not created out of earnest.

Readers are lured into a philosophical quicksand where they come undone, truth dissolves into irreconcilable fragments with assurance.

In a world of sanitized apps and filtered feeds, Oytcho Visha is the unfiltered scream from the void.

Chilling because it doesn't sell hope; it harvests despair.

It's not a welcome mat; it's a trapdoor of the deepest purification disorienting like a fever breaking. Ominous penalties may be imposed as one presides in wonder.

Even zombies have an authentic existence, wondering souls unsatisfied with life.

Hypnotized cultural convoys employed as a ritualistic remedial homecoming is snatched away.

Cults as cosmic havens against loneliness and the terminally disillusioned.

Toss meteorological boundaries, don't maintain them, like a frozen chainsaw to the sternum.

Grotesqueness is well-stocked for a private expedition, it underlies global personalities for genuine reasons of satisfaction one can only endure as punishment.

Bordering on the grotesque still has growing power.

Emotional and physical pain is relentless unless one joins a cult advanced over many years and lifetimes.

Repel the normie and magnetize the cult-curious.

This is for those with firsthand knowledge of how to make sexuality unpardoned.

This is created in Xealand, where there are barnacles of lightening.  

Blend nationalistic revival with gothic nihilism.

Oytcho Visha: where satire never fades.

There is no buzz here, just chaotic calm.

Take the long way to nihilism.

A chilling descent into nihilistic rebirth, a labyrinth of desolation. A non-linear descent.

There is no such thing as a larger-than-life international situation in the meanwhile because it is supervised.

The supervision just shrunk the globe without any corporate decision.

Global awakenings are tit-for-tat, it is a kind of terrible, devastating social movement.

All of creation is scaled down to a prayer, not an enquiry into matter.

Fed by crooked light means transforming one's lifestyle among uncivilised ruffians less acceptable to governments.

The crooked light just warped the ruffian’s soul.

The queer glow now a rebel mutation thriving in outlaw packs beyond state approval.

Islands are infinite spaces trespassing continents.

The island of rascals just swallowed the continent and its horizons whole.

The rascal island just gulped the continent in one rogue bite.

The rhetoric just marooned the eardrums, the principle of extremes.

Unleash rhetoric, ear bashings are complimentary.

A savage tide that leaves ears shipwrecked steep and high.

Definitely make non-existence present.

Oytcho Visha is a weary junction point of escapism.

Government tries to shut the curtain on escapism, so one must act covertly.

Oytcho Visha is for those inundated with ‘mega apprehension’ of the modern world.

Give up all forms of government because they create an obscene fabrication of foreign service. 

Buckle the widest thought control.

Give up government, break thought control before its too late.

Break the mind up and keep it suspiciously compensated by chill which receives recognition.

Thawing oneself out is a form of repulsion.

Adjust happy mediums before they crumble into uniform thickness.

Don’t get familiar with a test mass of people that make decisions.

We are dubiously old-fashioned here, well overdue for toppling down modern conventional politics.

Topple it? The whole edifice is already swaying. It just hasn’t noticed yet.

Oytcho is not merely “right-wing” or “left-wing.” It is pre-wing.

The left wing and the right wing are a ghost duet.

The wings just fluttered into the preparation for the grave.

Leading investigators of life on Earth are on the verge of breaking apart, meaning we are no longer detainees on our planet.

Life itself is an insurmountable conspiracy from the earliest phase of maturity.

Transform the great daily rush of life into bullocks and scandals.

People need protected from blunt scandals such as global warming.

A psychodynamic dictatorship is an end in itself.

Clown raids do not buckle, they flow.

Nobody can argue with a clown manual with close scrutiny.

The Clown Manual as the official handbook for navigating a world that’s already a circus.

Media is an accumulation of ill-decisions. Bury Sky television before it sprawls into every home.

Their adverts have hints of unmanageability difficult to handle, and one is made to pay for it. 

They just keep you hanging on.

At crossroads there is an epidemic.

Jump out of something, not just the Earth.

There’s not much reality in this day and age anyway, even if one starts trying.

Abuse the English language continuously on first impressions.

Swap vowels, mash syllables, invent terms, suggest slogans.

Oytcho Visha rejects global warming hysteria as a tool of control, embracing God’s creation over man-made fear.

Stay more or less cool to obliterate antics of government grandeur.

Woman have an elite fissure, hidden according to laws, because it is a tight groove. Nobody should pierce it.

Evoke primal defiance as disorientated extreme fear.

Anything that arises through a logical function is now an emergency.

The rich and famous, when combined, are merely an integration of underdogs.

There is certain discontent when the activity of the mind is solely used for judgement purposes.

The "usual way of life" chews people up unless you have a knack for evasion.

Heat waves are a mere tease, drill to make sure we can stay cool and not waste away in hot conditions.  

This is a mutant blueprint for our rebellion, a frostbitten triumph.

Do not express grief over uncivilised instincts.

Gazing into oblivion is the only thing not criminal.

This is our empire’s resilience to clear the flutter of fascists.

Life needs to be filtered as fascism closes in on teenage brains.

Throw oneself outside of supervised experience rather than be encasulated by it.

This site is for those keen on unrepairable confusion: those who don’t know where they’re heading or what race or culture one is from.

One could be a Middle-eastern kid or a misunderstood Asian philosopher. A bit of a mixed bag actually. This is a massive body illusion for sure.

We don’t Muslims meeting their Waterloo, even if they bend, cramp, break our style.    

What difference does it make being anchored on either the far right or the far left of politics? It is all just a cavity search.

There are varying modes of misapprehension to avoid the criterion of political correctness.

History is spread out in authentic chill rather than incessant lies such as global warming.

Crank up the rebellion against systemic traps.

A congealed form of language unites everybody.

It will be interesting to see how clinical countries become with the creeping sterilization of society.

Gentleman of leisure are rendered empty and useless.

Nonsense is a continual priority.

Erode one's identity with ego dregs.

Oytcho Visha is metaphysics untamed. This is a 'body castaway'.

Our humanistic schemes are strategically located without any biological model.   

Legends try hard to do the right thing for the world so they can preserve one's gore difficult to hide because it is absolutely reckless.

Besides, enlightenment is a creed of nihilism, too large of an undertaking.

Normal life is absolutely done for, and there is no replacement.

With a cult there is no excuse for struggling with something inside oneself.

Occultism does not require any scholarship, because it is captivating as it is.

This is an uncharted freezing home for you.

For nihilists, the brain is a mere spinal gland.

Satire as defiance, inspiration as solace, diplomacy as anger, the earth as shredded goodness, civilisation as sledging trips, streets no longer the operating system of reality.

News as lies, sports as distraction, the weather as impurities. Life, the genetic blizzard. Antarctica, the court's authority. Television, executing the final patch of realism. 

This is for those who don’t see sport as dominating everything; rugby is pact-mentality. 

Sports teams and athletes are imperfect role models, like any group of humans with judgemental preferences.

Triathlons are an all-in-one farce.

Gridiron is merely an uptown version of footy.

Be paranoid of sportsmen, pretend they are invisible.

Riotous outcast living is dulled by referees’ whistles. Farewell to sport, hello to icebergs that don’t seek altitude.

Icebergs that stay low, massive, immovable, not chasing height or applause.

When caught in an athletic spiral of doom, it’s all a pointless chase.

Femininity is poised for derailment and doom. Due to the lack of communal living due to mass culture woman resort to playing violent men’s sports such as rugby to create bonds.

Woman don’t require tackling each other or mimicking male physical dominance hierarchies.

Erosion of multi-generational households has gutted female spaces.

Feminists should be alleviating pain, not creating it.

Civilian athletics retreat into darkness.

A gradual training in endurance without direction.

Long-distance cycling and running sports are a stomping charade of nobodies.  

Triathlons and endurance races are demonic; they give you thrush here and there.  

Feverishness is more commanding than sports.

Life's already a sod of a game; why pile on additional ones?

A frozen tribunal that sentences reality to exile.

Pregnancy, the embryonic mutation for the needy.

Be ready fitted for trashed customs.

Customs as another lost joy.

The actuality of existence is not to be found, even with frantic efforts.

The final monopoly: only the bible has no public competition.

This is nature’s own forecast, raw, unmonitored, ungoverned, silent judges of human noise and appetite. Humanity is on trial as a rare mark of delights and wonders.

Evolution creates backlash. Genes that helped yesterday screw you today.

This is a beautiful blending of unresponsive chaos and surrealism.

Procure, employ nihilism without acknowledging it. This turns emptiness into a silent weapon.

Clean reality out all really nearly damn near completely.

Uncrackable hymns generate icy conditions as the remainder of humanity.

Create an untimely fathom when you get the chance upon reckoning.

No clock. No depth. No tide for miners. Just fathom. Sink the shaft. Bury the miners. Swallow the hunters. Seal the tomb.

Tick-tock apocalypse sold as salvation.

Multi-cultural "satisfaction" as quiet genocide.

Multi-cultural dilution is 100 times worse than genocide.

In a multi-cultural society even clerks become angry, arrogant, rude, and abusive.

Nothing stays civil, even with superior preaching.

Great expectations are for arseholes.

Domestic layouts require analysis techniques and information resource management unless you want to be put in a concentration camp.

Multi-culturalism erases unique accents; people from all corners of the earth begin to talk in the same homogenous manner.

It’s not just about voices flattening; it’s the slow distinct rhythm and place out of language itself.

Dubious sameness is not saluted by our fellows because it follows through in a vacuum, part and parcel of discovering one’s reasoning processes.

Under multi-culturalism people take an inadvertent psychotic hammering at the lowest ebb.

Migrations of species don't create mythologies. Every culture has an ecological system without a mixed solution of particles to revolve around.

Strangers everywhere, broken bonds, pulverized unity, infinite loss of culture at its peak.

Mass culture is wasted company, live in a cocoon instead.

The shaft is the mouth. The mutterings are not a meal. No leftovers.

Widely diverging bones collapse. Shatter the skeleton.

The reckoning is now.

Deceive the reach of reason permanently, be more ambitious. Unplugged reason does not hold out.

Reason unplugged, ambition overcharged, no intelligible backup. The image of anarchy rises. No return. No grid. No rescue. No way back.

The void's low. Oytcho Visha thrives in the depths.

Contribute portions of your body to the void or be utterly destroyed.

The anarchy isn’t abstract: it’s tendon-deep as Spanish dancer.

Stay clear of knowing yourself, total erasure.

Self-knowledge, a death sentence or beautiful despair? The mirror cracks.

Self-knowledge has already been dismissed. 

Stay up to date in the loading of enthusiasm for the void because it matters.

The void demands hype, the hype feeds the void; these are lessons of extortion and violation.

This enterprise is for those that do not know what to do with life, because it is a brief occasion unless you are under heaven'grip.

Create longer lasting lunatic asylums.

See a lawyer before you take a romantic view of nursing children mending their boredom.

No fairy tale. No defence. No open confession.

Romance sued, defence dismissed, confession locked in silence which does not belong anywhere brimming with frail noise. The silence just swallowed the noise.

Never omit clusters of obscurity.

Oytcho Visha exists deliberately outside the economy, entertainment forged for its own fierce sake.

Immortality is an abduction of miscellanous reflections of mortality.

Immortality kidnaps, there is no better match between the moral and immortal.

No sophisticated safety, only sacrifice.

Compress the revolution with nothing unclasped.

The revolution just zipped itself shut.

All cowardly uprisings compressed, no loose ends, silence sealed unless preaching.

The uprising just shrank to a whisper.

Cowardice zipped, preaching the only key, silence the default format.

No rebellion. No echo. Just preach or perish.

Be hoisted from the deception of politics is you are armless courtesy of a butterfly's wings.

The butterfly just lifted the veil.

Pact forged, arms gone, deception hoisted by fragile wings.

Craziness is nothing and everything.

Detonate the void as a vehicle of expression to extract some energy just for a moment.

No contract. No adaptive behaviour. Just repossession of terminal illness; mortality goes backwards as its reliability descends. 

No terms. No exit. Just the retaking of haze.

The haze reclaims the body before it breaks up.

The vast great Lord has both pathos and courage which is not contrived.

Do not give direct attention to metabolic processes.

Grievous ravaging of the nature of the spirit of the right wing are a mere chain of events which penalize resourcefulness.

Capitalism is the banqueting hall of punishment.

The table set with endless courses of retribution.

Cease to work on opinions. Language is a terrifying struggle as it is.

Groweth up under the guidance of zealots and rhetoricians or else be mischievous.

Realisation is for drenched mischiefs.

The sterile creeping truth offers no recovery other than through clumsiness.

The command abyss outstretched to consume all those declaring themselves human, worldly dominion is the immediate consequence.

The abyss swallows every self-proclaimed human, making the mind tremble.

The abyss is attributed as a solace, not traditional psychological help.

In here is to be found are voluptuous digressions from roughly superior educated men.

Alternative modes of the end of time we seek to explore.

The clock just shattered into alternatives.

The end is no longer linear but a labyrinth of exits.

Convulsions and spasms have significance in themselves, not extraneous mechanisims encircling the earth.

No orbit. No context. Just a command abyss with no noticeable progression.

The command just fell into the abyss.

Stay estranged and sovereign in a way that mocks the sun's pus.

Being smeared with powerful drama requires frantic obscenities with no interval inbetween other than convulsions.

The drama just smeared into convulsion.

The spasm just declared autonomy.

Be riveted to an unseemly sky thereabouts. In here men are collectively called a ‘Pussy Reacher.’ This is where there is no point of return.

Heat dissipates into a congealment of chill, continuous and sublime; endless, exquisite cold. 

The globes seams are crude, they are historical grease.

The seam just oozed historical grease.

The world’s crude seams now slick with centuries of rancid residue.

Stare into nothing unless you are accompanied by a cult alliance.

The stare just locked into cult sync.

Revenue from cult patronage, not ads.

Pretty much through the grapevine chocka blocker before it becomes looted or wiped out by scientifc status.

Return some revenue to the community; avoid scary monetary stigmata before it plateaus.  

The casting spell of oblivion is even tarnished and hardly done by.

No money needed for the incapacitated who have not overcome the trap of inescapable society.

There is a huge range of nihilism absolutely if you caught the end of it.

Share the abyss, no solo, no lone, just alliance which is never glimmering.

The shared void now a flat, lightless pact with no shine, no sparkle, no exit.

The realm of darkness roams without penance, splendour the only remedy but it is ever allowed.

The penance just evaporated into splendour.

Sections of darkness now a roaming sovereign with no confession.

The confession just dissolved into sovereign dark.

The void now betrays every boundary without permission.

The void now a silent saboteur that dissembles, rots, then dissolves anything organic.

The gaze, the cheeks, the stride now renegade organs plotting mutiny against the host.

The organic just rotted into void-mist.

The void now a stealth acid that unravels, festers, then erases every wretched thread of existence. 

Modern life is a hurried farce, a confession of genocide scenery funnily enough. 

The void obliterates every last filament of enlightened being thereafter.

Death as sovereign escapism, no hitches included.

Erase complete, threads corroded, demolished bodily integrity, the void now a total annihilator that leaves no aftermath.

The body just collapsed into a void graphically illustrated with no spatio-temporal markers.

The body now a graphic smear with no where, no when, no frame requested.

Nurture Nirvana if you stumble across it.

Perceptible dialogue is a living thing seen elsewhere, not here.

The dialogue just migrated to elsewhere.

The living word now a fugitive pulse thriving beyond reach, defiant in its absence.

Darkness now fractured into roaming kingdoms for every living creature.

The kingdom just split into every creature.

No centre. No herd. Just diaspora, the bully, trying to divide the world bluntly.

The whole populous does no touch the sky because it is not trustworthy.

The sky just turned untrustworthy.

The living mass now grounded forever, sky a liar no one dares. No reach. No popularity. Just drowsiness.

The masses just sank into drowsy earth.

Distrust absolute, frontage of the sky a liar, the grounded horde now a half-lidded swarm that never wakes.

No lift. No spark. Just drowsy.

Corruption is curative even only if stricken with triumph in a mysterious way.

Be aware of one’s predicament meddled with by authorities whenever possible.

Authorities have our dreams sussed.

Schooled in fascism, one experiences neither curiosity or pleasure. Gotta be a wee bit careful.

Scheduled anarchy becomes a more prevalent public nuisance than fascism.   

There's no such thing as a typical day relatively stable unless nilihism is orchestrated.

But smug anatomy is ready for anything. 

Jacked up acquaintances never pamper one another.

Modern psychology is a flash malpractice.

In here there is a rough estimate of the prevalence of lunacy, madmen, raving maniacs, deranged, demented, unhinged, eluding reason as if it was a thought disorder.

Inward tranquillity requires no education or practicalities, just night life.

Skilfully arranged seduction is something the populous flocks to. Instant grovelling.

Unsuccessful attempts at seeing the world through your own eyes is trivial.

Eye sight becomes fragments of the sharp, crystalline, strange prolonged torture internally and abroad.

The failed stare now a petty glitch in the mirror of self.

In the context of the world there is a 'mongrel mirror’.

Mongrel doesn't have a pedigree. It just is spinning out of control.

Where the top order dabbles in hierarchies, the mongrel mirror gets tangled in the line of business.

The gaze just shattered on its own passive lens.

People despising human activity need to go into a mental health facility.

The innocent self is nurtured in a queer manner somehow.

No retreat. No thaw. Just ignition people gaze at as fantasies grow inevitability, overleaping reason.

The digital ceiling hidden. Digital discovery now a barren skylight that outshines the womb of the world.

The primal pulse now a lone agent unmoored from ancestral chains.

No lineage. No squad. Just allegiance to rogues.

It’s chilling because it doesn’t rage against the machine; it invites you to become the machine’s ghost.

The limit just froze the signal of self-pity.

Phobia is well out of line but you are forced to stage a disapperance from reason's haul. 

Etching your monument into the void is better than the fertility of nature.

Pulse a lone agent unless you are a magnificent stroke of Christianity.

Customary text messages harm childen especially if they are partitioned in the bothersome awkward streets.

Genius-spotting starts when the chambers of anatomy become silly notions.

The chambers just collapsed into clown organs.

The male groin area is not crammed like a womans.

Sex is an attactive short journey of fusion on a tirade of chilling platforms.

The sphincter is the only thing not needing particular criticism or instruction.

Let the sphincter take a little weight off one’s shoulders indefinately.

This is the year of fetisihistic exploits regardless of staggering ethnicity, colour, religion.

Meddle with groteque things is not in honour of the faint hearted.

The fetish just unleashed the grotesque parade.

Declaration liberty, shame silenced, the calendar now a carnival of taboo where the grotesque marches fearless across all borders.

Modern medicine is a slumber because it puts to much but emphasise on the anus, the butt enclosure, the chute chamber, the surest signal of personal grief.

The enclosure just evaporated into mist.

Grotesque tamed. Absurdity preserved.

Turn daily anal routines into unclaimed consumption on a rescue mission.

Excretion of the geek's puke unveiled. Innocence lost.

Butt enclosure jumbling is not where love grows unless you have a golden wand.

Feel free when satirizing the butt enclosure, the housekeeper of the diet.

Direct ways of experiencing modern values are the unusual feature of unsufferable obscenities welcome wherever people go. 

The backdoor butler now a slapstick janitor scrubbing the nation’s menu.

The butt enclosure, the diet’s comic janitor, frequent and often reaching gale force, part of its customs of playing tricks on people, a pitiable target for sex, aimless, random and impulsive.

The monstrous quietly swells, feeding on restraint itself.

Gentler pursuits of life are more agonizing, representing mechanical people.

Trusted and honoured renowned and prosperous morbidly just become a far-shooter in startling fashion without a proper examination.  

Build awareness of morbidity extending far beyond normal behavior.

The majority of cases of obscenity and morbidity people queue up for.

If particles of light growl and abuse you, refer to it as a mechanical art. 

Unplugged sphincter sonata delivered point-blank.

Nothing’s ever enough when you want to get back at people.

The earth is swarming with bum holes. Seize them. The frost is lubed and ready.

One unified, subjugated pucker of overlapping anuses.

To what extent do you consider participating in life without morbid reckonings as core of one's physiology?

Chuckle, grin with excessive joy without a helping hand of precison of natural science.

Infringements of dizziness is a wonderful shield against mortality if it ever turns up probably based partially in conjunction with immortality.

The dizziness just spun mortality into a carousel.

Mock death with half-remembered eternity as if you've never heard of lenient morality.

Without belonging to a sassy syndicate certain roughness, corruption, distortion and sadness occur.

Being an exquisite model man of strict codes become minor infractions of modesty.

Cognitive assertions have lost all dignity thus should all be dismantled.

Create an unspecified pervasive overhaul of emotional climates unresponsive to weather patterns.

Let the body declare independence from ecology itself.

The emotional climate just mutated beyond the forecast.

The sculptured stifling dimensions just sealed the rendezvous of unknown identities.

The observer and experimenter have no external management unless working under the umbrella of an enterprise which has thought-stopping cult status.

The lab just hoisted the cult umbrella.

The butt enclosure now a high-stakes bargaining chip when spending some time together.

Parade carnival, mercy spectator, the act now a defiant witness to its own secondary gain of being a sexual outlaw.

Government is now an impediment of even appropriate exercises, they do not swallow and digest suspect revolutionary ideas of the butt enclosure. They wear shining garments.

The butt enclosure just flipped the parliament.

Span into an enormous gulf of vivid affection lurking.

Guiding the human body is done in an obscure manner, not formulated and enforced.

Light-hearted ecstasy is merely imagery with a wee bit of force.

The butt enclosure evaporating agitation and distress, making the intestines into a large, sprawled veil.

The history of exploration now drifting beyond every chartered organ.

The gondola just floated past the map.

The logbook just dissolved into starlight.

The holistic tube unfastened.

The history of exploration now drifting beyond every chartered organ.

Bleach the bulwark of the butt hole.

The bleach just splashed wide horizons, which are unfavourable and unjust.

The butt enclosure now a phantom cavity, an undercurrent of the whereabouts of its reckless repulsion no longer unremitting.

The ghost hole now evidently fading in some form or degree, a dying ripple of the least pleasantest of things.

The phantom cavity, a pit now a shrinking smear of the most foul residue, evaporating into a confronting memory you’d rather forget, just like the demon.

The back passage refitted, reinforced by the demon’s vile mixture of shadow and vintage heat.

Complicated relations between the sexes are no longer stirred up, contaminated, feared, hitherto, subsequently, they are a testimony to deserted places.

The sexes just signed a silent treaty in the ruins of a hidden sphere.

No witnesses, no topography of the body, only the hush of collapsed intimacy all out of bounds.

Put a thermometer up your bumhole, then you will find your true heritage.

The thermometer just become a sovereign power of erotic emotion.

The mercury just crowned itself king of the forbidden pulse.

Intensified vagueness is now versatile since the butt enclosure went into vacancy without warning.

Observation of unworldliness is more commendable than endless confinement within deciphered anatomy.

No lesson. No chain. No immobilised playground of the body, for what its worth.

The playground just unfettered the flesh without the stigmata of high standards right down to the mark.

Holdeth children from philosophical tradition, let them be playmates.

The fortress of binding beauty beams are not necessarily endowed with purity.

Tyranny in the midst of original native indigenous life is essentially a liberty.

Frighten news reporters into universal darkness, then you will find a perfect world without attention seeking.

Ruthless, deliberate frost is christened.

Empire christened according to actual needs, not political conduct.

The frost just carved its own law.

Nihilistic satire at peak density.

Rest time in the winds, the chief of the weather.

Enlightenment creates disparity somewhere unbeknownst to us.

This is spiritual aspiration of reclaiming the abyss.

Established illumination of the enlightenment offers nothing.

Risk you can use strategically without any dimensions of guidance.

No guidance because guidance would simplify the unsimplifiable, crystallize the ruffian, compel another law from authorities who've forgotten sombreness.

Innocence is now under active management.

The after-life is a miserable resumption of life. 

The mind is thrown into unknown spaces.

In here is no momentous specialization of anything inhuman.

In this modern era, without a cult no one has operative company. It is dismantled by mass culture.

Occultism comes about due to our naked genealogy.

This is where cults are the last retreat in the mass-culture deluge.

Strip the mass-culture varnish.

With desolation of extremes there would be no drama in the world frothing.  

Scientific and meteorological consortiums should have sensual nature otherwise they will be deemed fascist.

Believe in a better way of solemnizing capitalist enforcement before it creates shock.

Nobody here has plain, basic, simple values, this is self-evident.

Be not congruent with conformity in general as an ordinary reckoning.

This is a regressive jump from modern mediocrity, a divisive jump.

There are no positives in being casual.

Admire self-mutilation as a pleasure.

We promise that hell will be a picnic compared to our schemes, and that all human life will be perched on algae.   

Without a cult, even the highest standards of tradition come and go much too soon.

The orbit now has an equal, with no fame or fortune sprinkled on it.

Life is embedded in challenges which don’t involve weather.

Betray the political system in joint action as if it has never even existed before.

The betrayal is so complete it feels like innocence.

We wake up one morning and simply behave as though the entire political system (elections, parliaments, parties, constitutions, human rights charters, climate accords) was a childhood nightmare we finally outgrew.

Humans are stamina creatures acquiring no public interest.

The psyche is not limp here, we are equipped with banter as a blessing, everything else all flows past us.

This has got that manic, paranoid euphoria that makes you question if you're joining the cult or if the cult's already joined you.

This is less a website and more a manifesto-fuelled fever dream straight out of a frozen abyss.

So we remain untouchable, while the thermocrats frantically adjust to our global clumsiness.

Meteorologists measure in degrees Celsius; we measure in degrees of contempt.

We are already the weather they can’t forecast.

The curves of the earth are at straining point, feral amorousness arrives when creation and destruction share the same bed.

Kia Kaha, the Maori term for ‘stay strong’, does the full loop.

Looming chaos blocks reality.

Being battered by close surveillance is not a celebration.

No seasons, no lifecycles, no generations, only bold, possessed doctrines without visual survey.

Dare to be on the internet unless you are in some kind of cult, otherwise you will suffer awful complexities.

Servants of humble pompous comfort are shattered because they have no hiding place.

Waste away with each other, then a crushing performance will ensue.

Oytcho Visha is part of the prized underground few get the gist of it unless you develop fever in outer space, which one is not permitted to do unless you are a smuggler.

Isn't it wonderful to be crazy as a privilege?

This isn't just theory; it's a shield against the chaos of modern life.

Having warm plans for earth is fascist.

This is the aesthetic total freeze of bits and pieces of human life.

Global warming as a hoax worth celebrating with a triumphant cessation of warmth.

This is colder than the last photon dying in the heat-death of the universe.

This is the temperature at which meaning itself gets frostbite and begs to be amputated.

Everyone is welcome here, whatever unholy celluloid abortion you’re gestating in air-conditioned coffins.

Imagine a chlorinated kiddie pool patrolled by lifeguards with guns.

Another scans the shallow water with a thermal scope, hunting for contraband bath toys.

Half gibberish, half death-rattle of civilization.

Uniformity destroys Man; uniformity is the quietest genocide.

Sunbeam we'd all spit at if we could.

The empire's too tangled to ignore. A thunderbolt disguised as a fever dream.

This is a masterpiece of mongrel subversion.

Oytcho Visha doesn’t reveal granduer, it has an exotic bond with glaciers amongst the very soul.

This is a psychic black hole that devours light, heat, and reason, and the most active intruder, lawnmowers. (Abhorrent noise pollution, vibrations turned into decay.) 

Daylight savings is a terminal beacon, a threat, a rupture.    

Visions of enlightenment are evacuated.

Plain sight is nigh impossible.

Never be proud of being decadent.

Suffer freely before disappearing and gradually bursting.

Political correctness is put through the spasm grinder.

Avenge being bound in the bundle of political decisions.

Oytcho Visha: The destructive asylum which has no surveillance or logistics. No public enquiry.

A careless abyss implanted in the pre-existing brain.

A careless abyss, surgically wedged between the lobes before the first thought ever formed.

A sudden, careless depth where certainty used to be.

No gaps in this anti-grammar rants digital zine from the fringes, designed to overwhelm and provoke rather than guide.

In here, the backing of the minority has universal power immeasurable, it is more than a wedding.

Weddings tame desire into contract, funerals turned legacies.

We live in a world where funeral orations and reunions dominate over parenting.

This is a general embrace of irrational displacement of select social occassions:

Where society scripts the biomass into predictable choreography.

Oytcho Visha: A psychic black hole devouring light, heat, reason, and the entire sanitized modern era in one endless, frost-rimed rant.

In here there is a multiplicity of ways to stay cool and not be buckled by heat in respect of systemic employment of chill.

Suppled here is an inexhaustive inventory of ways to stay in limbo from logical functions.

Suspend the grind in eternal hesitation.

When chill proliferates lopsided, logical functions buckle under their own arbitrary weight.

In here is the material required to regard souls as preserved forever sheathed in grace eternal.

In here even eternal, exquisite nothingness is out of kilter.

Be engaged with the nonengaged rather than rely on the encyclopedia.

Save your seat for progress furthest away from people on Earth.

Delerium itself is something fretting over leaked conspiracies without even knowing.

The civil rights commission is for dunces.

Delerium itself is something fretting over leaked conspiracies.

Do not harm others; be pampered by self-destruction.

Lose one's psychological bearings and conspire to an involuntary folly.

Sometimes even metaphysics shudders, and life becomes a kaleidoscopic illusion.

The earth is a groggy carousal spinning tipsy through the dark.

Dissect the groggy carousal, exposing the debased hole we once filled with labour.

The ride ends not with a crash, but with the slow, astonished stillness of standing on solid ground again.

An empty axis for a world that’s finally stopped turning.

No center holds. No brain gathers them into a tidy picture labeled ‘world'.

Summer is a a vivid scene from a winter tale. No more watching ourselves want.

Light that doesn’t sell itself by the kilowatt.

Snow settling into a heavy, quiet blanket is an alternative solution to climate change. Lighting a fire is defeatism.

It's a crime to leave the mind inside-out outermost because one will be injured by authorities.

In here we console every form of death, from crucifixion to undone suicidality.

The beginning of death no longer meanders; it lunges into local public habitation.

Oytcho Visha, a persuasive empire builder without exclusion. Incommunicable civilizations are found flushed down here, including diplomatic affairs.

This is aesthetic devotion, not a moral treatise.

If the brain is not there, you may have to gather your thoughts.

Come in and have a look where thy brain is when it misconducts wherever one ventures. Share one's journey together where there is no shame.  

Right now it is not neatly housed behind the eye's vacuum. Nevermind. Have no reckoning of what one does with one's brain.

In the modern world, even self-expression has complicatons; forget about them for a wee bit.

Critique equality as a "subsidized individualism"

In here there is every obligation to have a fortified altered identity.

Dualisms: Be free from the two-directional trap that sanitizes existence.

Where chill isn't merely the opposite of heat but the force that evaporates the need for opposition altogether.

Dualisms like chill/warmth and left-wing/right-wing aren't just oversimplifications; they're actively imposed illusions that flatten experience, enforce control, and obscure the unbound.

Destroying the Earth’s infrastructure is fiddly work.

Embrace the void not as despair but liberation; shattering illusions of progress, state, and identity.

Oytcho Visha has the singularity of a pyramid with windows.

And may none be excluded from the frostbitten triumph.

Bugger it, slip away from life. It's just another day.

Existence itself owes you something scary.

The psychotic disorder underneath: the void, the ice age coming, the barbarian invasion of mass culture, the eternal chill that makes warmth feel like propaganda.

Every time humanity stumbles into what it declares a “new era” - the Atomic Age, the Information Age, the Digital Revolution, the Age of AI, the whatever-the-hell-comes-next Age - the announcement is premature, the framing is pompous, and the handling is a masterclass in collective moans of delusion.

Spin out: The pure descent, the off-grid vector happens in the shadows while the famous new era is busy posing for its own funeral photo.

Fellow men who believe in global warming need a smack. Believe in secret energy instead.

A sharp crack against the heat-hype herd funneling us toward an apocalypse.

An apocalypse that's already happened but keeps unfolding in slow-motion hemorrhages.

The whole apparatus of "normal" emitting its death-rattle; dismiss all the rest of confronting lifestyles. There are certainties liquefying.

Believe in climatological estrangement like it is a form of influenza, airborne in the rhetoric of crisis.

Borrow from the bonanza of Jesus immediately. There are worst things in life than crucifixion, as suggested.  

Be majestically pulled out from all outlets of convention.

A concoction of rude elements has our blessing.

Good riddance to survival methods.

Cities as overcrowded jails. Back to work tommorow.

Oytcho Visha's cult crescendo is diabolical because it has no communicativeness around the globe. It is no international prevention centre.

There are assurances it is addictive in its absurdity.

Make convulsive decadence into something outright anti-sociable.

Convulsive decadence as etiquette of psychological realism obviously unfrequented.

The convulsive annex: a throbbing, jerking protrusion that repels polite society.

The antisocial seizure: body betrays society before society can betray the body.

Convulsive decadence: the only etiquette is the seizure that ends conversation.

Every convulsion is a micro-rebellion against synchronized social rhythm.

Crank it past mere aesthetic pose into full-spectrum social sabotage.

Politicians and their macho throats do very little for people.

Close down all flashy arrangements of life.

Ultimately, ‘Techno Confusion’ is the chief symptom, aliment of this age, optimised in ways that no human nervous system evolved to navigate.

This is the erosion of any stable boundary between self and internet feed.

Techno confusion’s overload hitting a breaking point where the system itself squelches.

A state in which clarity has become structurally suspicious.

The atlas is a deceiving preconception designed to demoralize, just like architected anarchy clasping for wretchedness. 

Anarchy is enormously popular as a complete reversal to general rules.

Basically, under normal circumstances there is uncertainty and fear integrated systemically.

If lifestyles were easy to collate, they would already be commodified, digestible, and therefore dead.

Forge entire constellations of thought out of the void.

Swallow the earth beneath oneself whole, unimpeded.

Don't leave the world before boasting cumulatively about death afresh.

Death as a frozen, triumphant state.

He who is in charge of death is always gentle, Christ roars in abundance. 

In here paradoxes become exceedingly popular beyond rebuke .

This is harmless hypnotism even in the remnants of the reign of  arts and culture. 

Stipulate taking the weight off one's own brain matter without an exaggerated psychiatrist consult.

Focus attention on nihilism which has a relay effect without predetermined objectives.

When reality settles down without leisure, the void is birthed.

When the day is done, the best part of life is semi-suicide, unless you are asexual.

Asexuality is when you have fallen into a state where you are niether attracted to man nor woman.

Being deprived of sex will keep the population crisis at bay. Simple as that.

Fortifications of fertility have no protective armour without a noticable progression of virginity.

Semi-suicide is problem solving, albiet it does not have a stake in death.

Semi-suicide is a simple opposition to life; it is not a destructive force.

It is a quiet, deliberate cooling; a half-willing surrender rather than a violent ending.

It avoids glorifying actual self-harm.

Turn existence into a sacrament rather than fighting it.

Overall, nihilism is what boosts cities up because it does not growl nor inseminate.

This is the war against gentle romance, sense and honour.

This is a mass of decontrol just like nature itself.

The endless voyage of nothingness.

Opposing life is sometimes the most honest way to move through it.

A built-in circuit breaker against life's demands.

Amongst the suffering, chaos and destruction there is bionic beauty.

The brevity of valuing oneself when subordinated is a plague.

Under mass culture one finds no heavenly companions.

Mass culture unsettles cohorts, they diverge from mainstream life.

Strangers can’t work as a team.

With the pinnacle of mastery comes indignation. Enlarge upon it further with aquaintances, however passive or outside of view.

Civilize survivors of modern politics obscurely, not through law or convention.

Multitudes of righteousness, due to the law of extremes, are beneficiaries of the shadow of death for the chosen ones.

Change your mind without recognition of any clock employed in no single location and you will acquire archaic relief.

The deep relief of drifting outside chronology.

12 steps to self-sabotage

Step 1: Lack of intent of 'vision' unseconded.

Step 2: Eyes are chucked away prior to the brain's finishing skills.

Step 3: Admit we were powerless over our own thoughts - and that our mind has become actually kept as unmanageable.

Step 4: This is chronic pain with depressive features such as idealistic hope.

Step 5: This is treatment-resistant visionlessness

Step 6: There is no graduation. There is only the ongoing practice of bold declarations of sub-zero discipline.

Step 7: Read what actually happened instead of what the brain later claimed happened.

Step 8: The patient is now a category. Realize the inventory is itself a symptom.

Step 9: Polite suffering is the approved treatment plan.

Step 10: Instead of endlessly proofreading its forged reports, create a recording schedule.

Step 11: Suggest the system itself might be the crippler of joy.

Step 12: Suffering must not remain polite, documented; it is always too loud, even when freezing cold and waiting.

Oytcho Visha...a whirlpool of pathos devouring the indefinite dread of capitalism.

This is a chaotic blend of high philosophy and street-level immediacy.

Nihilistic complexities droop extensively under conventional parliament.

Make every nervous breakdown count in order to create a superior alternative to life.

Dramatic powers are monotonous when the body is defeated by reason.

Brave the elements as billowing obstacles of mystical significance.

Realism is an absolutely last resort.

The drama just collapsed under cold logic.

Fuel chaotic frost as a homage to eternity.

This is a nonchalant mutant manifesto, no regulated hit ups.

In here having a stroke is a mere nip, that's just the way it goes.

Pride oneself on habitual avoidance of heavy and persistent political correctness.

Charisma and control undo abrasive climate change climatologists try to persuade us with.

The scientists who know the most often communicate in ways that feel like lectures from someone who already decided you're wrong.

The grotesque just vomited neon pus.

Those living succumb to a dreadful muddle of visual forms of intellectual analysis.

Psychotics are unanswerable to any option of life, they do not believe in realistic human goodness.

Oytcho Visha is a world where thinking isn’t a career, it is a contemplation contorting the mind.

Authorites skewer the illusion of security so that we cannot allude to our past.

Left wing and right wing oppress all at the same time, teetering on a smattering of unsettling experience.

Bypass politics; the left wing is as savage as the right wing.

The assembly of the construction of feelings is particularly feared.

Masturbation is a pathway to doom; it leads to a cerebral hemorrhage. 

Spark odd, quirky, eerie chaos, not beholding secure vanity.

Freedom is a hindrance of criticism. Focus extends to the strange, the unconditioned.

Use metaphysics even if it is inappropriate, no matter how wild or taboo, or underrated.

We live among a world of clinical nerds; anybody just googles anything, with only insidious subtle symptoms of salvation.

It only takes a handful of psychos to rule the world.

Globalism’s glitter masks a rotting core, shuddering the soul.

There is no such thing as an 'aptitude scale'. Squalid people have overtaken the world.

Everybody say a prayer because themes in here are partially influenced by the death metal band Napalm Death.

In comparison, it makes Napalm death's music seem like a form of soft mockery. Diddums.

Oytcho Visha is swarming with dissidence: Radical extreme hardcore panache.

Warning: this site will leave people grappling with explicit imagery, providing a sense of novelty.

Oytcho Visha is a morbid mutant manifesto as a propellent of all things satirical.

Unmentionable disorders keep people satisfied, however satirical or uncomfortable.

It is rare glimpse of conventional wisdom which creates desires and fears.

This is not a conventional plight, it is another shape of nihilism according to one's need. 

The attempt to bridge the anarchic underground with the general public is a juicy tension.

Oytcho is darkness at its dominant best therefore completely.

Time’s a non-entity - break its grip, or you will be penalized.

Reject conformity’s spic and span protest.

Space tricks the soul into seeing objects outside it.

Only idiots know where they’re going in life.

Women have an elite fissure, hidden according to laws, because it is a tight groove. Nobody should pierce it.

Senses are stripped when you fill a hole in your mind.

Permanent damage is patchy in places. 

Wisdom and understanding is chugging angst.

Honour those with neuralgia and psychiatric struggles through surreal, subversive coolness.

Some of this is profane, rude, non-uniform, but this is merely an insight into the nature of modern life.

This is our rebellion to reclaim the planet, renamed Oytcho Visha.

Earth will have "planet autonomy", not connected to other planets in any way. There is nothing compared to it.    

Let’s make Oytcho Visha the frostiest planet in the planetary system to succumb to.

Under the new planetary name 'Oytcho Visha' there will be obscure villainy here where guests are welcome.

Detach from the straight and narrow path of reality and reflect upon the absurdities of life.

Politicians need buried in a road of asphalt rather than specific placements.

Striking diversity requires no hospitality; reject forced unity while hibernating within raw diversity.

Separability interrupts the edges for all outside observers of life unless one joins a cult.

Be showered in a torrent of poetic anarchy until the cycle of life is completed.

The benefits of deformity are found in learning; it's good to share knowledge.

Bury the establishment under its own organic weight.

To create a poetic anarchist masterpiece, you don't need to think, all you have to do is cough up reason.

A rotten centrepiece is better than a transparent reception place.

Do not realize the lifestyle you lead if you are decadent.

The smashing of European culture is a sensual delight if one has no scientific interest in it.

A cartoon frenzy of abnormality will envelope the world one day.

Hang about long with reality, then you will become insane.

If there's something stuck in your mind of no public interest you will become a Messiah not bothered by life.

Truth is the most excruciating pain if you have nervous complaints.

One only has to say 'no' in regards to human behaviour, in order to qualify for lunacy.

In this modern age, societal norms are in a state of emergency.

Make redundant spectacles such as sport, athletics, as well as rerouting fitness.

Screw all farces such as sports and triathletes because they have detailed rules and objectiives.

The whole rule-bound sport spectacle industry is mundane.

Don't encourage sporting champions in any way, shape or form because it would require an ignoramus audience.

This is a cosmic retreat skewering cultural obsessions and what have you.

Rugby stadiums are yuck, as are all stadiums. Visit temples and churches instead.

Flip all adrenaline junkies into trolls.

Marathons, triathlons, etc are pointless because they have no obstacles penetrating them, all one does is run or bike monotonously.

No surprise, Joggers and runners have a serious shallow spring in their step, no stuffing around, which is sinister.

Finishing lines or try lines are savage signals.

Triathletes have an attacking form of a march, struggle against this bewildering evil.

Sports stem from sad stamina.

Being alive and freezing is a cruise.

In here the chemical cocktail of provocation comes from Trolls.

Rugby players are trolls in harnesses.

Rugby stadiums are podiums for wolves and foxes which the audience rotates around.

Contact sports are merely bull rush, but with rules and referees which don't fluctuate.

Referees are tackle police. 

Rugby is a callous duty.

For what is sport but a refereed stampede?

Woman should be doing ballet dancing or ice skating, they are stupid playing men's sports such as rugby and cricket.

Reject-quasi entertainment such as sports and aesthetics.

Sporting man and woman, dismount your dragging creed, stride in your slippers.

Scores are measured by spiritual endowements, not goals or touchdowns. 

Don't create life as a score board.

Prefer a lawless void over sports.

Rugby players are jumping monuments of far right extremism tricky to get around. 

Yet rugby and soccer are all line-dancing because they have inadequacies in terms of entertainment.

Oytcho Visha champions stray sports, rejecting the refereed dogma of mainstream games.

This a perfect jab at the sterile clarity of rule-bound games.

Stray Sports are unstructured play.

Rugby players are not wild cosmic rebels or untamed legends.

Unstructured play vs. rule-bound games.

Refereed sports like soccer or rugby, chained to regulations, hierarchies, and outcomes.

Unstructured play is a rebellion - spontaneous, messy, boundary-free movement.

This is a savage takedown of refereed dogma.

Ditch the ref, run the void.

In an anti-sports creed, sneak and hide everything into the void.

Life itself is a special game, nobody needs to engage in sports.

Distant sensations of sport are not a necessity of life.

Pull down all goalposts and close all boundaries; chase euphoria; only necrophiliacs know what they like.

Fitness is greed, it is better to be cabled like a puppet.

Evolution is a series of set-backs afterwards declared. 

The key aim of Oytcho Visha is to have durable fun without being identified. 

Don't you want something better in life than the original synthetic unity of nihilism?

This is a critique of false systemic narratives like environmentalism and capitalism.

Life is commonly referred to as being oppressive. Express hope that being dangled in a boogie will become fashionable again. 

Our potentialities scream a rejection of conventional systems - government, sports, culture, even reason itself.

It’s not about convincing the world - it’s about seducing the weirdos who get it.

Ban visualisations on climate change, which is a reckless prodigy.

Global warming is merely environmentalism’s fiery metaphor.

Xealand, formerly called New Zealand: The promised land within range of isolation and obscurity.

Xealand’s blueprint for rebellion.

This is a fragmented, almost psychedelic redefinition of reality.

There's too many horribles out there who spoil it all for the good fun.

Thinking for oneself has been overturned.

Lose control sneakily; consider what life was meant to be like before it became culturally centred on money.

Horny trends are proof of over-population which needs an active clean.

Align one's stated goals without future exploits.

Emphasize escapism as a transformative act or you will vanish clean away.

Pondering is made redundant under cruder determinism.

In here there is a negative trace of reason, it is a pure fluke that we can ever think at all.

Motion vacuum is another source of attraction.

Without a cult people become entwined in emptiness.

Dare to question life and freedom because they don't foster inner contentment.

Without a cult people embody a mammalian machine and other permutations.

Ungirdled nobody mode has a divine presence.

This is a completely different approach to rapidly expanding enlightenment attributed to authorities.

Believe in incomprehensible factions, with no confidence in reason's platform.

Human societies are advanced enough already; be irresponsive to linear evolution.    

Riddles are good when the world is traumatized by information and commentaries which do not create a meaningful movement.     

Human life is blinded by boundaries.

Emergency riddles are well-established. The rest is history.

This is a huge stepping stone to a stampede of nonsense.

General assertions of politics are something to complain about.

No affiliated sites here have advertisements or sponsorships. Who would ever like an add? They're pathetic, stupid, people trying to sell something out of the middle of nowhere.

Praise Christ, not sports or athletics which few people can withstand the rigours of by engaging in partial-reinforcement of one single activity.

Sport has no brilliance when you peek beneath the underground.

This is an intimate detour from anything which warms people, without exception.

There is no plain-sailing information here. It is a pillar of nonsense with no reason attached.

Foolishness is used and abused continuously.

This enterprise is mercurial at any given temperature.

Do not include evolution into one’s lifestyle, be a victor instead who does not dwell upon the outstripped origins of life.

Without occultist attributes, even lonely people are put through the drill at some point.

Only under a cult or empire can you stay mentally and emotionally inalienable.

With a cult people are up against browsing will power.

The mind is not supposed to be linear all of the time.

We are largely concerned by continuous forcible self-conscious mechanical energy viewed as applicable to things themselves.

It is those that spearhead the truth that are the most nihilistic.

Help us look into the wrong way to live in the world, without any investigation.  

Being in Xealand our aim is aborting the whole network of diplomatic relations.

Xealand’s the launchpad; let the world squirm.

Bedtime is not independent phenomena of daytime, as it is still unknown what is passing through the body while you are awake.

There are minuses and pluses to contemplation and other spiel.

Oytcho supports scenarios which are aesthetically pleasing, we do not perform any singular task which forces bouts of work and sport. Go by impulse instead which does not have a fleshy nature.

Labour intensive offerings are a rotten thing to put trust into unless a cult encircles them.

Scoundrel banter at top government level is no small matter.

Oytcho provides a naked twist on human beliefs without a clear focus.

In Xealand you can never get enough of isolation, obscurity and other scattered experiments.

Xealand is plagued by bureaucratic idiocy which will soon be a relic.

If you get the opportunity to commit to democracy absolutely there will be an outbreak of hostility.

Reality is within reach, it belongs to us, it is not a conveyor for all humanity.

Operational legislation and other relevant elements occupying politics are confiscated because they are all based on foreign models.

Foreigners are the biggest rascals out. Contact with them will slide away with a shiver, shudder because they will seldom survive without showmanship. 

Cults help people wriggle out of lonesomeness. 

Decades, centuries are not the same unless you join a cult or religion.

Collective action is not of significance unless people are under a cult regime.

Coast along with adjoining belief.

A sanctuary of insanity makes up corresponding sets of operations which rouses popular conscience. 

Without a cult people have incomplete moral splendour.

Without a cult the body is in desolation, and you are no longer a human figure rendered conceivable.

Oytcho Visha is an infinite formless labyrinth unsubdued by the hazards such as modern roles and trends and other notorious nuisances.

All life has conditions unless they are inverted and you are given a break.

Wait for clues to exit reality otherwise it will never be gone.

The intrinsic revival of consciousness can only be done through a furore of frost.

Most of this site is an impulse operation of surprise psychotechnology.

Propagate Christianity, but not in an upmarket manner.

There are no pompous schemes here.

Secularization throws people into a melting pot which springs up beneath people copiously.

When you want things in your favour you won't go so far without a religious cult with reinforcements of riddles because normal language is unutterable.

This is a multilateral haemorrhaging of the English language.

Irresistible phonetics and sonic whispers are not riveted to language.

This is done in accordance with displacement of ordinary language, which causes dismay, leaking conspiracies which persist on the observer.

It's like another language going out the door to have some quiet time.

May there always be direction and guidance by your side recommended by the Holy Ghost.

Lobotomies are pardonable even though many people have contempt, scorn for them. 

One of these days life will be soothing in a way accessible to all.

In here there is no robust begging for highly-organized life.

Principles of the world amount to being strains of sects.

Cult followers overtake a new era of alternative claims to life.

European languages involve indescribable manipulation.

Disturbances outlive you unless you belong to a cult. The health and safety is not there.

Life's sparkle, fizz is filtrated unless a cult is superimposed on your existence through a secret transformation of the horizon.

But activities and arrangements are polarized amongst other cults and religions otherwise missionaries would be exiled.

Secularism is the daily deconstruction of deities smuggled into the world.

Caresses are preferred more than enlightenment. Cuddle a meteorite. 

Why kick a ball when you can cuddle a comet?

Or go more astray; cuddle a comet when feelings begin to expand.  

Collaboration is a crisis without the curiosity of a cult.

We are all so carefully alienated if belonging to no cult.

When people are all alone this is a single unique source of abuse everyday.

Without a cult temple we will all live in a forgettable tribe, or worse, live under outright family constraints.

It is menacing and freakish being alone regardless.

Radicalism doesn't matter if you live in the gutter.

Enclosed in morbity you will never feel alone.

This is for people not organised patiently with their blasé language.

Oytcho is for fools with funny feelings of the future.

You don't even have to stalk the supernatural, because it is all there with you along with mania against all reason.

Handle, manage, control the world, and let traditions differ.    

This is a global wide engagement of inexhaustible Christianity.

People outside this are lost and forlorn unless they are entirely converted.

Proving yourself is of serious international concern. 

Christ provides us with non-stop age care.

Without Christ there is no way out of the ordinary beam of sunlight.

Elderly people conceal themselves as imbecilities.

Even entrepreneurs slowly crumble, preparing themselves for the great peculiarity of death.

In the age of multi-cultural societies you have to double check whether you are Christian or not, absolutely, favourable conditions are whoop-de-doo. 

Without Christ a greater life is nothing, it is mere dormant.

Lies are a waste of truth, even during a sample period.

Festive occasions are exploits if they don't emphasize close Christian relationships.

All-in-one imperviousness to reality penetrates even the devil. 

Companion searching is difficult in multi-cultural societies.

Fans and enthusiasts have chartered magnetism towards our enterprise, no grandeur.

This is for people that miss things which are unintelligible and mounted rampantly with anticipated nonsense at the right moment for some reason.

Sooner or later go through a guided tour of paranoia.

Aim to make the right wing droopy and the left wing more vague and indeterminable.

With too many people in the world, all you get is confused with great vengeance.

Help the economy and other grievances poised with worry.

To get the most out of the word meanings in this book here is a small list of information flow of text:

Obfuscation: the action of making something obscure, terribly unclear, or unintelligible.

Opprobrium: Harsh criticism

Aberration: Significantly bold deviation from the normal or usual.

Usurp: Claim or make use of without authority.

Consanguinity: A close relation or connection.

Sequestrate: Take possession of; annex.

Harangue: Lengthy and aggressive speech now or never.

Exhortation: Urge or persuade somebody to do something; intentions that are not scrawny.

Slough: Lack of progress or activity or laboriousness for all time.

Loquacious: Doing somebody wrong by speaking too much.

Pantheism: A doctrine which regards the universe as a manifestation of God.

Demagogue: A political leader telling a crude oratory rather than using rational argument.

Paroxysm: Any sudden, uncontrollable outburst; a fit of emotion or action more than a feeling.

Ubiquity: Having or seeming to have the typical ability to be everywhere at once, well overdue to get a hold of yourself.

Centripetal: Achieving advantages by moving or tending to move towards a centre.

Admixture: Something mixed with something else, such as attitudes and activities.

Tendentiousness: Expressing or intending to promote an avenue for a particular cause or point of view, especially a controversial one.

Solipsism: The extreme form of scepticism which denies the possibility of any knowledge other than one’s own existence. 

Equivocal: Capable of varying interpretations. Deliberately misleading or vague.   

Obsequious: Obedient or servile to an excessive degree like you wouldn’t believe or never know or have any idea about.

Contents

Introduction: Broken Citizenries

Declaration of Weirdness

Swarming Atrophy of philosophy

Lavish Mutations

Upside down Observations

A Retreat into different Principles of Psychotic Trends

Religious Alarm everywhere you go

Unfathomable Disparagement

The easing of Climate Change

Rotted Friction without an expiry date

Fragmented Modern Trends 

Plural Historical Domain

Bystanders of Vintage Comforts undisclosed

Persuasive Silence

Invisible Awakenings

No Obligation Debacle

Annexed Blessings

Detached Bipolar Allegiance

Ice Manifesto

Fleeting advice goes asunder

Troop Science

Elevated Escalation of Isolationism

Surplus Spook

Doomsday Playground

Invasion of Chill for Everyone

Establishing of Dynamics in Violation of Death

Rip-Roaring Subculture 

Makeshift Oscillation

Orderly Fluorescent Fascism

Public Crystallization of Autonomy

Cosmopolitan Garrison

Jumbo pity

Circulating Clown Correspondence

Vacating the Modern Era Teasingly

Rhetoric for All Body Types

Imperial Cosmological Instrument

Occultist Modes of Existence

Amalgamation of Morons

Grave Regulations

Noble Panacea for many physical conditions

Democratic Sensitivity in Disarray

Fair trade Neuronal degeneration

The Dense Essence of Ice

The Paroxysm Which Won't Go Away

Shades of Prestige of the Old World Generation

Introduction: Broken Citizenries

Oytcho Visha is a united underground alliance with the intent of eclipsing modern mass culture, followed through by a negative response to mainstream conventional politics.

It is a warped to buggery address to nations. Broken citizenries are a nervous complaint.

As far as immigrants go, we need people who do alot to contribute wherever they go, whatever they do.

Multi-cultural societies have an amazing range of intensities due to various sources of tissues, bones, fluids and other blackouts.

Many religions are complex denominations which are very staunch. Christianity has quite loose ideals compared to them. Christianity distorts liberation rather than withdrawl from it, which is scary.

Everybody wants seclusion from prowling mass culture.

Slow down a bit and become home bound in dynamic frames not requiring international travel.

Disembowel general statements made in politics without any emissions.

This is an attempt remain out planet; the world will be called 'Oytcho Visha'. 

The term 'earth' is a dull, mundane name which has no nurtured and strengthened uproariousness about it which no personal possible experience can reach. 

The planet needs to be renamed because otherwise it will become a global configuration of strangers ready to corrode.

Our galaxy contains a mosaic of celestial bodies:

Saturn, Venus, Pluto, Mars, Uranus, Neptune, Mercury, Jupiter...and Oytcho Visha.

To rename Earth as Oytcho Visha and New Zealand as Xealand underscores a rejection of mainstream norms.

Oytcho Visha, the frostiest damn planet in the galaxy.

Appearing somewhat as a cult form of universalism which is as huge and mysterious as the sky itself:

Oytcho Visha is a cultist arrangement so large it makes the sky look like a peg, and the break of day look like a clothes line....

And grandmother's knickers appear out of the blue like a molecular mass from another world.

Oytcho Visha is a globe to visitors on a map which is not immediately available.

Alter the atlas so nobody is on the same page.

Xealand will be the first Oytcho Visha Territory. Turn haters into unwitting promoters.

Xealand births the cult of the gist of nonsense and rants for troubled minds.

The name 'earth' reverberates battle fields and violence. It's an absolute nightmare keeping life intact.

Oytcho Visha is a surreal atlas with a distinguished frame lingering. 

In this world, materialism has no revelatory power.

Renaming our planet is a solid strategy without a framework or logistics.

Renaming the Earth will not be easy. It will be like trying to do a U-turn on a carousal.

To rename our planet somebody needs to search for, rally the inner solitude of misfits, dreamers, and nihilists.

Restoring the dregs of history, culture, and science would be a monumental task if our planet was to be renamed.

This renamed earth doesn’t spin properly, it is an astrological rampage.   

It is not the same as planet earth, because leisure and lifestyle of today are never the same as yesterday.

It is a real possibility that Oytcho Visha will obtain the history and beauty of Pluto, one of the planets furthest from the sun.

The galaxy itself will also be renamed. It will be called the 'Lunar Pitch.' 

The sun will be renamed the "Yellow Module."

For what is the sun other than a yellow thing? 

Some of the planets have been left in a disgusting state, and planet Earth is the main one. Only through renaming our planet can it be purified with no conferences or referendums appearing beforehand.  

Available options of understanding are not present on this baffled planet.

Idiotic leadership of the planet is not condemned like by the usual way of life is by a plotted observer.   

Our themes spans across all of the political extremes, from the far left to the far right, but we show, demonstrate, point out the left wing mostly. The real danger is being tainted by inertia.

Oytcho is the hub of small patches of heat without ambitious summers made known.

Internationalists are too humble, they do not reflect the milestone of nihilism.

Oytcho Visha will take charge of many public areas in Xealand, because culture here is meagre, scanty, hesitant. It is a beaming support for burrowing into darkness.

Scattered foreign nations need urgent repair otherwise they will be overthrown.

Exit only with a dizzy generation fitted by the advent of fixed percentage of nihilism.

Emotion is foolishness without distinct collaboration with marvellous reminiscing.    

Pursue the upper reaches of upside down solidarity as if you were blind.

A phase shift of knowledge transforms life previously invisible.

Nihilism is arranged no matter what you are, it is not an emergency of otherness.     

Conditions specified are a cross section of the left and right wing before both are abolished.

Unexplainable global issues are recalled.

One of our main objectives to replace the 'New Zealand' national flag with one based on the Oytcho logo. It will be a relatable national flag representing new frontiers.

Without a replacement flag 'New Zealand' will lose endure premature enchantments accepted too readily.

Oytcho is an occult for those that fantasize about the enigma of the cold war without restraint, right to the brim.

Life is full of fractures and risks if you have no union with a cult prospector.

Oytcho Visha is for those not obviously identifying themselves as triumphant humans.

The world: what a waste of fixing it that was, how ridiculous.

Get amongst your predecessors.

The atmosphere is just stuff floating around, it does not make a total contribution to the galaxy, let alone a career.   

Smashed absolute utter authority completes your home.

The sun has a trajectory you can’t see because it nudges you into isolation.

The sun is frozen light, there are no other scenarios.

We will never capitulate the cylinder of a crevasse.  

If you can’t please everybody let the planet’s motion stay twisted.

Be too ashamed to tell anyone that the world is a round installation.  

A ground invasion is offered without resistance from above.

Oytcho Visha is an orchestrated cleansing of human nature. Real situations are not paid tribute to in earnest. 

Without a cult inexorable hardship is the only certainty along with another long series of disasters.

Confess that we are a fleeting incessantly along with people stronger than the plague.

It’s unusual to have imperialism without a cult.

As a cult we skip superimposition of individual forces.

Make history and then you will never look back to individual contributions to life.

Neurological balance takes you nowhere unless it is conducive to hysteria which is barren if it is produced privately. You need a cult actually located nowhere because it embodies nostalgia. 

Being part of a cult is different than being under government because there is non-existent rebuke.

Without a cult life is a vault of self-management.

As a cult we offer old-fashioned spacious privacy and security without having to be self-sufficient.  

Commercial life is no dance unless it has a cult factor, otherwise extensive paralysis will occur.

Accusations of a dramatic myriad of schemes is presented here.

Philosophy does not provide you with gratitude and other human affairs approximately constant.   

We aim to give the ride to righteousness a makeover.  

There is a whole new generation not to be occupying the world yet again.

Governments do not deploy cultural freedoms, we have to fight for them.

Our aim to interfere with patterns of fundamental political life where otherwise we would have zero resistance to after emerging from presumed persecution.

First and foremost we demonstrate significant coolness seldom believed by those renowned for abuses of power.

Chill is a requirement to belong to our cult. Defect from heat, refuse to be a captive alongside it.

We are forbearers of a frosted psychotic foundation of persuasion.  

Oytcho Visha is a wonderful cool world which has a power greater than the great secret of the sun.

Everybody knows what is like to have no navigable solar guidance.

Only a subliminal superstructure can overpower the sun and remove it from the foreground of the galaxy. 

Oytcho Visha is a remote underground empire without any cognition tradition.

Anthropomorphism is not the precondition of all knowledge.

Explore everything believed to be related to the extremes of nothingness.  

Oytcho Visha is a fetishist embedding of subjective madness nobody can ever match.

A thrashing of rhetoric is stuck inside of you, it is not reintegrated into political practice.

We aim to convert life into the rise of power, a bonanza without bright legislative assemblies.        

Deliberately arranged authorities are false and will eventually collapse with no details of sighting.

Without a cult we are provided with scenarios of self-taught sickness.    

Disappearing eyeballs do not appear possible unless they are elaborately staged by claustrophobia.   

Don’t let words get all around your mouth unless they provide ancient links to Gothicism.  

We offer free appraisals of the morbid shattering of life.

Beware of light because it has no variety depending on how much is left of reality.

Human processes are not by our side unless there have bizarre implications.  

Life is blocked for ages with sorrowful symptoms beautifully laid-out.  

We are a totalitarian regime without a preview mechanism. Democracy is ranked as a fleeting target on the hypnosis of human life.   

Dialogued human processes were not by our side when we were first taught. 

We are not blown away by dynamite dignity of general assertions.

Exploit rather than elaborate on nations captured and eliminated by falsities and distortion without any recognizably new social adjustment.

Witness a platinum total evacuation of civilian reality circulating around the globe which you can’t get out of, nor pop in and out of, because there is too much confusion and other attractions bigger than the whole wide world.

In the modern world captivity creeps and hangs around tailored to suit.

The world churns with misunderstanding, which is not a restriction on liberty unless you tell people where you live, implying narrow winding geographic anarchy.

Prophets are a bonus acquired response because they can see things deleted.

In the modern world autism heritage is an imperative supplement to the basin of reason.

Democracy is a complete deconstruction of hope, no matter what shape you are in.

Oytcho is a scattered revolution which is the product of societal disapproval.

We are the scenic military of the Cultural Cold War which will never decay.   

Cultural and economic hubs are regretful.

Overthrow scales of life which become reality.

Governments are just waiting for you to become methodological rejects in your biological structure and other alien technologies.

Future generations will be schizoid in effective attempts.

Oytcho creates an underlying essence of the underground, which is a unique configuration not luminous.

We supply the window into ultra-resilience against the atrophied world order.

Endless probing of cultural and political environments has similarities with fascism.

Oytcho is a stunning ejection from modern life without comeback for any self-possessed logically developed person.

It is undredged mentally stable people that are the most unmissably treacherous.

Shout joyfully if you are brainwashed because no further psychological tests will be carried out on your brain. 

Our aim is to confuse the strong presence of our contempories.

It’s too late to fight against society because it is no longer adjacent to you.

Space is too schematic for time.

As a cult Oytcho is a sweeping temperamental faction.

Without a cult life is a squirmy personal injury.

We have perishable witnesses.   

Mass culture creates appalling neurological problems unless various participants of it are mocked before vanishing.

Mass immigration into Xealand means people are piled up together, all with nothing in common.

Xealand has a housing crisis due to mass immigration. Properties are being subdivided, housing estates are disappearing, character buildings are being demolished. Entire sections are being cleared.  

The houses being built to replace them are all little boxes jammed together.

Also, most hospital beds are at capacity. 

Internal infrastructure needs changed into a fantastic world rather than being confined to this predicament.

Fortunate human beings are left out of cross-sectional culture of world-wide distribution.

Our illogical Kingdom will crush all others without the normal attachments to hypothesis. 

Portable entirety goes straight over the edge of totalitarianism definitely totally chronically unexplainably typically deservedly unawakenly.

There is nothing there to overtake us.

Truth is not a desired co-factor of existence because it requires identifiable hierarchies.

Under a cult general direction of life is taken away.

Coolness hits the surface of thinking and feelings out of sequence with heat.

Heat is an implausible custom, we are besieged by coolness without any other weather checklists.

Halt humans from being habitants of Earth in their current capacity.

Walk outdoors without a brain guardian.

Individual experiences are a specific danger unless you join a circus or something. A bizarre sensory cult maybe.

The entire process is iconic psychological acts actively twisted fatally unless you join a cult.

Give no heat to other people because it is a disease without excusable core values.

Get as far away from reality as possible, then you will have tension reduction.

Brains are not working as such, they only exist as a fetish.

Oytcho has a kaleidoscope of themes and schemes to manipulate people in an enchanting manner.

The origin or application of manipulation is denaturalised, so you don’t feel it.

Adjust the shrieks you have towards biological abnormality before you suffer further damage by other degenerative processes with only bits and pieces of conventional recovery.

Sympathy is not coming from governments so concealment of the contexts and actions of reason is necessary.

Perpetual truth is grossly retarded like other life-support systems.

We don’t believe in democracy. Democracy is popular indirect doom.  

Notorious political objectives create cyber satisfaction.

Destroy yourself morbidly rather than conventionally with no ultimate proof.  

People who live life well are merely subjective with a concealment of external influence.  

Exhaustion is worse when you are asleep and not committed to the reproduction of human societies.

When thinking about the big picture of things you freeze over and over again for instance. 

Oytcho is not a display, it is a voyage which no human being has ever seen. 

Making inroads to hell is the same as truth necessitated by governments.

Truth is mean because it delivers no subservient enchantment.   

Meteorologists are found nearby nihilism, that’s the last we have seen of them for a long time.

Oytcho is a benchmark of the vacated atlas and its multiple discrepancies engendered by amnesiac modernists.

Reasons to live feel like nothing unless you are rescued by a cult without any weighing of judgements of an ice shelf.

Without a cult you are certified for prescribed solitude buffeting through the ice of life on your own without special guidance.

Squander perversely prominent public favours unless you join our cult.

Withhold perception that we are inhabitants of the world.

Oytcho Visha is for those that have no idea about the whereabouts of their attitude or its occupants and all the rest of psychology.

We do not belong to a mandatory landmass.

It is for people who don’t even know how the day and its inconsistencies of work goes.

Devour politicians forevermore if they float upward.   

Life is a preset lie with no succession of truth.

Oytcho has been set up to deter the isolation of overlapping private lives with politics.

Under current global theory such advantages of a shivering endeavour are denied.

You do not have to search for a major crevasse because it is already in your mind.

We are against the commentary of life and its interchanges we are held up to as in a common era.

Welcome to an evacuation from life not promoted forwardly but designed as vast stretches of refraction.

The end of the world is sufficiently alright.  

Turn your back on civilisation you are bought up by to fill in time.    

Governments are the solitary breeders of sin, for sure, they might be since they have power. 

Living in the correction facility of the modern world is like living in unbeaten captivity.

Activism is not a surprising truth; everybody has qualms about government policies. Without them they would surely die.

Destroy busy bodies and other scenarios composed by journalists.

Immortal credence is a complicating factor to be erased.

Creepy things are fair enough, we don’t need enlightenment or any other revelation of life because there is no more room for it. You get in there and you can't get out.

If you can’t take anymore of paranoia there is no revival.

There’s drama here from a distance at the last moment coming close. 

Governments destroy everything you are meant to enjoy for irrelevant reasons.

In the modern world history is switched off with no evidence inevitably.

Life is our invincible military enemy unless we shiver.

You cannot rule yourself, you need the propellant of a cult to do it for you.

Restart a build-up of conspiracies if you are allowed, otherwise you will be given a prison sentence.

Judges are not our guiding star.

Descend upon a regime not prepared the night before because it may cause ailments.

Civil commitments are abhorred because they increase and multiply nerve endings of pain. 

Our cult is impregnable not just in the short term or medium-sized future, but forever.

With a cult worrying signs are a single incident scarcely needed.

We have resentment of anything that does not have preachers of exhibitors to nurse you in a non-diligent manner.

Oytcho is for those unable to talk masterly because they are frozen up in maturity.

Nobody is here to be shown as a tool of society and other global physical emotions showing courtesy.

Resist all attempts at control of automatic thoughts of self-esteem distributed to you by government. 

Shift the broadened void without sense of direction.

Eliminate the probable daily requirement of common sense.

Destroy yourself in your nonperishable spare time built by big moves.

Oytcho is an unusual pursuit without reproof from meteorological instruments and other decoys of nature.

Nobody will ambush our already jeopardised wonderland, just wait and see the contrast of obsessions in abundance.

Beyond the senses the world is rubbishy.  

Oytcho Visha is a conspiracy to unleash the population of Xealand from democracy which is no longer a lifeline that turns you on. Suspicion is felt everywhere sent away to be tested after it is all blown over.

Democracy is a 24 hour matchless haunt of physical punishment. You can’t get what you want from it.

Democracy is an infringement on conscience.  

Governments have a bully desire more than providing aid.

In modern life ritualistic general conditions are all out of favour; it is not known that they exist at all, and there is no ceasefire.

Maturity is an endless sinister necessity unless you join a cult which has no marketability.

Chronic anecdotal reports of reality have expired.

Never gaze at framed cultures carefully studied.

With fallout of public places and other unacceptable thoughts you assume a new identity.

Under our reign severely disorganized grimaces are strikingly frozen.

Xealand counts as an ice slope moving about hazardously even at a given temperature. 

There’s nothing left of reality on earth, including its magnified foundations decorated by conditions and problems.

Oytcho is not a citizenship but rather a cult.

We are superstitious about ambushes and other desperate signals to turn us into citizens.

Walk straight into adoption of sociopathy of life. 

Social hierarchies have the timeless tradition of violation of anonymity. You wonder how they know don’t you?

Oytcho Visha is historic wherefore enveloping the frustrations of the interminable temporary madness of the especially useful absentminded social system.

Oytcho is a surge of abstinence from regular politics.

Our declaration shall be like refusing society before it reappears.

Reload your non-existence ending in an unmanageable holocaust then people will be more understanding.

Busted conventions end up as bipolarities becoming ever more widespread.

Days are genuine nights triumphing in adoration in various categories possibly .

Drugs which calm and sedate you are all controlled or prohibited. Fascism is gradually mapped.

Addictive drugs multiply healthiness because they have no possible connection with the mind.

In the modern world the soul is the only thing that doesn’t need tested. The body is treated like an abscess.

Conventional institutions are the herdsmen of cognitive development.

Oytcho is for trouble makers desperate to impress with outdoor amusements such as high temperatures harnessed and clipped. 

Never unveil the earth’s climate.

The earth is a glacial loop enclosing on all people.

The earth is a tumultuous contraption.

Oytcho is the cause and root of extremely cool events which have no sociality nor serious competition.

Guarantee all the favourites of freeze automatically.

Have nothing to say as individuals offering up opinions and other popular and useful forms of decay.

Cleave language so it surpasseth the mind for ever in the meantime.

If you are afraid of adversity which there is no cure for, freezing Oytcho versions of reality are the unsurmounted place for you to reflect on in its scope of sense of communication.

The sky is blue dust without a founder irrespective of its precise mediocre quality not yet granted.

Keep warm for what reason nobody knows.

Freeze bureaucratisation.  

We do not warm to the idea of impersonating democracy and expression of thought.

Oytcho Visha is a dark retreat into the reappearance of suspicions of the cold war.

Months before your enemies appear you suffer delusions you vigorously resist.  

The  world: full it up with nonsense so that it’s not alright to think, unless you have a belief agent.

Oytcho is a specialized odyssey oblivious to the resumption of pre-modern life stolen from us.

Governments are in an active hustle to destroy mutants.

By banning drugs the government has become an oppressive military organisation.

By banning rapturous drugs the sublime is endangered.

Many drugs provide sacred purification of the body.

Sometime the spiritual sector will slowly lift, undermining the savage production modes of the new economic order.

Governments implement evil by denying us drugs.

Being essentially parallel to being a servant to government, that’s not what you’re meant to do.

Judgement day all depends on any individual commentary.

We are not anchored in peerage of mortals.  

Distribution of substantial and genuine speech all has to be considered a tragedy you are entangled in.

Acknowledge systems with increased concentration of suspicion.

Oytcho is a scarcely recognizable preparation to put the world into a state of disarrangement without any amount of quite minor reasoning.

Without a cult the world would be locked in ruins without infrastructure.

Politics appears like a sphere on a pathway to doom in all matter and thought not erected parallel to safety.

Politics is a fairground resisting anything dramatic and effective and it is needing a rescue operation for it to return to its former glory.

Only corrupt companions wear civilian clothing by choice.

A reduction of tragic ends to costumes is improvised purely for ultimate survival undetected by fashion circuits you split from.

Idiocy is a compensation for idealism practically demolished.

Beforehand in the distance the properties and interactions of people are not reserved individual forces.

Those with a raw readiness to serve their fellow citizens need to traverse a series of loopholes before they themselves are devoured by coercion.

Impediments of liberty move spastically forward and backward.

Life must be something else other than living.

Oytcho Visha creates profuse scenarios branching off from normal politics.

We are blest with madness as a landing place on earth without exuding fuel and supplies to be guilty of.

Oytcho is for those engulfed in a punk daze not faithful or disciplined because this causes paralysis.

For Gothics Oytcho is the upmost bible to follow, whatever optical foreignness you are subjected to.   

In the modern world it is difficult to boycott surplus hypocrisy.

Everybody is dishonest in the long run.

Pressure is an event which never occurs.

We don’t believe in prolonged and painful moderation.

Make a mockery of wild daytime before it is either expelled or reproduced.

Systems running wild, shut them all down before somebody beats you to it.

The array of life: take it all down and surprise many people who are in doubt.

Oytcho Visha is not an unexpected call-back of reality and its related bucket lists for first responders.

Oytcho Visha delivers impressive deliberate freeze reintroduced from the cold war, which makes modern life seem a hollow domain without applicability.

History is a day of repeat. The cold war will go on forever.

Democratic society is way down the line.

Minor administrative tasks are spastic.

A resonating probe of humanity doesn’t interest us.

Wretched pragmatics are left out of the equation.

People don’t know anybody any more, mass culture is a mere numerical value.

Because of mass culture instruments and specimens of work-related social interaction are non-existent.

The world has fallen down due to crowds of mass indemonstrable immigration amongst other dramatic changes which have increasing persistency barely tolerably at any time.

Reunite Earth with the upper reaches of unsurmountable indifference.

Country's citizens need a cessation of diplomacy just to stay alive, let alone raise their spirits.

Mass immigration is a traitorous joke for everyone strictly bombarded by the permeability of it. 

Immigration has rearranged our homeland. We are a breakaway group from immigration.

We are not gifted with resultant coherency if that is you.

Oytcho covers the horrendous history of reversal of political regimes and such events.

Convert all variables to ephemeral whispers.

At Oytcho Visha we provide vaporized criteria for living.

Believe in the old world, not tedious lucid structuralism of modern societies.

The enterprise is a respite from straight and direct homogeneity.

It is a qualitative retarding of human culture.

Wonderful bold constant retardedness.

Oytcho is set up for people who don’t know the world or its properties for whatever reason.

Deter people from the modern generation of geek's cell phones not thrown or twisted.  

Autonomous support of lame behaviour governments pounce on.

Ceremonial pathos is preferred over instrumental vigilance far away from us.

Self-knowledge is the worst case scenario, nothing else.

Clear listening to yourself away to become a purest.

Oytcho fuels concealed culture with no ratio of weight to significance.

It is for people on the verge of their brains not being useful.

Oytcho is a maniacal reign without infrastructure.   

Surveyors with a commitment to law and order hit the deck because they are not conducive to revolutionary processes.

A puzzling cover-up of external forces of the full amount of humanity is just habit.

Pull the curtain on all autonomous spheres of life and create sumptuous nostalgia unsociably.

Oytcho objects to prominent social and political issues of today because they create a multiple spectrum of divisions among ruffians and people. 

There is too much toing and froing amongst developmentalist cultures well predicted. 

High intensity social forces are marginalised or ignored rather than consecrated.

Oytcho Visha is where politics is accompanied by sexual themes without approximately proportional definition or cross-section with government circles.

Sex is an imperialistic practice when you are interchanging partners.

Clash with all unmasterable versions of life as a sexual encounter.

The simultaneous mating game is the hardest part of all.

Mechanical spasms alter course from modern commentators.

They captivate entirely revolutionary vibrations on a far broader landscape of the buttocks.

Energy made sexy as a bulldozer arriving at the climax of a compressed state.

Injection of sex themes are illustrious because you don’t have to partake in physics in practice or principle uniformly to overcome friction which alerts police.    

Politics for amusements’ sake incorporated.  

Target the edge of time where the girls are with no fixed categories of existence beyond the sky line.

Explore fragments and extremities of life you are not invited to attend if you have a graduation.

Oytcho Visha is a grand tour of fizzy nostalgia. It dates back to the cold war.

Oytcho pursues incremental radical freeze to secure a revolution.

The only criteria of being part of Oytcho is the ability to stay infinitely cool.

Awesome elements unsurveyed create coolness.

Hot people have no destiny apart from the sequentially density of hell.

Fire glow is imposed on us remotely without civilised emergency.

Highly honoured satisfaction tumbles in multitudes, whatever your occupation, unless you join a cult .

Loss of concise generality.   

Fears are filth feelings as indispensable as desires.

Invisibility of frustration comes from all directions as a distribution function of the human race.

Under some circumstances measurable quantities of insanity is therapeutic because it has a value or sign of thermal energy to defect from. 

Oytcho is an advancing inarticulate realm of obfuscation which has no rigidity of vocabulary where the only respite is in shrouding opprobrium which is resultant of a cult.

Particle physics leads you pretty much into nowhere if you are able to compute abandoned objects.

Self-inflicted blanketing of awareness doesn’t balance out.

One of our main goals is to preserve Christendom from becoming stagnant in this piercing multi-cultural era. 

People in multi-cultural societies are on a 'raw wavelength' with each other.

Tiresome foreign affairs include people talking away in their own lingo in English speaking cultures.

Nobody can connect with anybody without the foreknowledge of suffering silently.

Strategic oneness expires in multi-cultural societies, approaching development of manipulated interfaces and other geographical findings.

Multi-cultural societies have no culture in these areas of concern indicated my horror.

The bonding stage is just not there all around. 

Multi-cultural societies have dismal solidarity, you are better to confine yourself to a cult formation.  

Co-ordination between cultures is no longer feasible in these shared facilities.

The bonding stage is just not there all around. 

Multi-cultural societies polarize people meticulously and strikingly, and there is no sensitive detector for this from authorities because they are an external force.

This endeavour is to protect Christianity. Troubled minds reign in multi-cultural societies and other oppressive parlours which have no sublimeness.   

Gushing nationalities destroy Christianity, but that does not dishonour it.

The acute shiver of immigration is a basic option for relocating.

We want to remove the frustrations and language barriers of multi-cultural societies. 

Diversions and distractions are needed to determine the distribution of cultures and their designed desolation.  

Atheists are a wicked generation recycled by conspiracies where results are not made public.  

Multi-cultural societies are a successful gathering of what is considered a stride into amnesia.

Modern society creates sharply divided haphazard haemorrhages of culture.

Sagging attachments just seem to disappear as they are geared to do.

Cultures overlapping in exactly the right spiralling places is a rarity.

We are talking about infinite loss of culture here, an apocalypse at its peak as it will forever be.

The world has deep issues of racism and discrimination, we wish to determine the distribution of their significance not seen visually.   

This is more equal to mind altering bible beaming immediately sensed by your fortunate communal head.

Seek anticipated campaigns of God’s law of the world before the end of your life is not really knowing absolutes. People living in the pathos of multi-cultural cities have a disjointed well-being, they have no muscle vintage.

Construction of identity is suspicious if you follow the contours of multi-culturalism, which needs suspended if it is deemed essential to explore your own culture without the need of psychanalysis.

Massive public support for a consummate religion which extends infinitely can't be cruel if you are unmistakably outmanoeuvred by the splendid vanishing of physical considerations of mass culture and other suspicious circumstances which keep forever.  

Rejoice in discovery of deserters of public speakers without easy certified earthly measures of correspondence.

This is barricaded elegance in a world of replicated compulsory brightness however broad.

Standing has no function. It can’t even get into you.

The permeability of a lobotomy is not a barricade against this centrifuge.

Words are globules of atoms shoved down people’s throats. Don’t say a word: Boom. You wonder who is talking.

Apprehend the sovereignty of words before judging circumstances of liberation and other unconditional moral manifesto manoeuvres of mature motivation that matter.

This is mainly to let people know the English language is indecipherable as you remember it as a distant object.

We import vibes incorporated from the improper use of the universe as a whole.

Oytcho is where opportunities are given traction for those that live the most discontented and rebellious lifestyles ever released.

We rebel against special authorities with broad powers invading our minds.

Our private liberty is undermined by conceited disciplinarians justifying their actions in high places.

As conspirators we strategically demolish otherwise genuine schemes which leave us deep in thought, engaging instead in the science and exploration of paranoia.

We are on a collision course with regions of speech and other exploits of culture which don’t form a beautiful solid mass.

Insufferable elapsed time is created and modified by cults mockingly rather than pragmatically.  

We do not know what to think whether you are you or somebody else or invisible.

Pretend you’re not you if you can’t believe what you say.

What’s how here now that we know of the material body spread across the soul recaptured from aspects of the involuntary past? 

Until it is all over in a final triumph against life, comply with melancholy rather than the system itself you creep past.

Come and experience distances from Earth’s light and display of decreasing temperatures transferred from Planet Pluto where all lights are turned off uncontested.

The earth has a bulging mass of energy and momentum displaced and released. 

Our underground is very big on the bottom, enough to decay reality so that it is not made of the same material as a somewhat blurred but good approximation of humanity.

The common axis of life: you won’t even know that it’s gone. We are in another circumference of potential energy.

Oytcho Visha is an easily discovered chill of a hypothermic conundrum. Wind frost is practically promised as a renewal of the ice age.

Thermal disequilibrium of coolness does not make us humble servants of climate flux of actual efficiency of extremely precise measurements.  

People that believe in global warming are returnees from hell. Hell is goofed when you have fallen asleep in an entranceway to dreams.

Concoct an ice-cold platform without measuring or examining rival theories of meteorology.

Eliminate all climate change sacrifices, nevermind, that's cool.

Weather instruments need improvements, innovations, intrigue.

Warm environments are inadmissible, they yield fright which does not signify the inner personality of a person which may occasionally be conditioned by existence.

Coolness is becoming ever more widespread because there are no discovery investigations.

Oytcho is the beginnings of hidden heat which represents the objects of conjectured warmth.

In the future ice cold winds will take up residence in the world with authority amongst audiences by all accounts of convergence of evasive action. 

The summer sun is insignificant compared to icicles, this is incontestable in ways you cannot handle.

Commotion is better than a summer’s day to look forward to.

Roam the streets like they are a displaced crevasse with no end whatsoever and neither standard opposite responses drifting steadily.

In the future there will be lots and lots of umbrellas amidst flamboyant screenplays of ice devoid of life.   

Breaking up the sky is the best thing meteorologists can do.

Dwell on hurrying for shelter which consumes you. 

Halleluiah for the expansion of ice completely filling up the bungalow of the universe.  

Search for dangers and pressures of life and then expel them all in unlit sensual ways as a climax of stupor.  

The preserved scrooge of the sun exacerbates chill.

The weather has always been a diverse ritualism. There is no surplus heat and cold which have uncluttered actual efficiency emerged into view through contrary states of contentment or other artificial judgements.

Modes of seeing and perceiving are offensive when people say they are not in the same space as the diverse images of interrelated coolness indeed relative and structureless.

This is our neoclassical prerogative which does not need the embodiment of a campaign of space and time examined separately because it is poised as an external force.

This is easy to let go of if you have unconditional surrender to congealed oblivion of landscapes inferior to stars.

Being mentally dormant of Christianity you experience some fear of intrusive thoughts from demonic rituals beside the point. Crystalize diversionary moves to counteract the false faulty flawed fidelity and insecurity of mass culture.

Mass culture is assisted nausea and the kinetic art of concussion lodged in the concepts of the brain and other management activities. The world needs to be cooled by cults held constant during atmospheric pressure of extreme manifestations of the secondary universe of domesticity.

Permanently eschewed wonky daylight has great unifying potential, to create a cult empire which does not have callous small threads of individual forces.

History will not unfold as a graceful regiment. It will host velocity accelerating the displacement of phenomena.

Dialogue leaked from Non-European people speaking through the servitude of different vocal chambers shared evenly is alienating, but nonuniform correspondence with our own behaviour of matter is totally internally reflected.

Neighbours are daunting unless they speak known supplies of scary European languages.

But we don’t provide a correct method for getting the English language into people because it has no puppet translation.

Our conscience wouldn’t allow us to be in projectile range of racism. Models of racism depend entirely on predictions ready to tumble. Racism is a disintegrated hobby.

Underneath our skin we are all foreigners.

Evacuate you ethnicity in multiple outages.   

Paranoia is the same across each ethnic group.

Shift the composites of intensely divided lives.

Oytcho celebrates a premier duty of belonging to one’s own ethnicity. Yet exotic people are still something of communal value and interest. But making it sound easy is problematic.

It does not take the latest research to know that in multi-cultural societies there is boundless maltreatment of others.

A faceless wrath every which way has splendid accomplished purpose if you are inconsolably earthbound without criterion for being observers of earth. Convene master compensation for the vicious fix of the world.

Oytcho Visha is an attempt to turn the Xealand nation into an imperialist state. We have a strategic oath to rule our country without any torrent of desolate brief existence of foreign influences.

As an imperial state Xealand says a remarkable goodbye to the world doctrinaires.

There is no election on the horizon because they are dehumanising. 

Oytcho will prevail as an unthinkable hidden point of entry into all sources of politics inward and subjective.

As a political realm we are going exclusively nowhere.

We swap our vacuum for nightmares such as social forces.

Abandon or atrophy the vault of space and time.

Daytime is cost effective darkness but one cannot do what one wants to do.

Objective politics is a pure external discovery of reform efforts.

Xealand has restrictions of infrastructure with no precise positions that remain intact.

Politics in Xealand is not good. They hook you into the system and then forget about you. They get people and screw them then bugger off to somewhere else.

Unlike most political realms, Oytcho Visha will be a quintessentially infinite dominion.

One person absolutely runs the show so slick so potent.   

The general maintenance of nationalisation is the sweeping onus of one single appointed individual you are willing to die for generously.

All other empires and dominions will be left in the dregs probing oblivion.  

Xealand will turn into an autocracy. Big organizations and companies will do their part for the system without need of dozens of politicians going on and on about the economy.

Xealand will be ruled by an industry spewing with factions.

This is probably about enough to crush 'New Zealand' government’s ridiculous absolutely horrible policies.

Problems probably lie in the power relations of production.

Oytcho is a wildness of culture rarely encountered whatever your original conception of life.

Surrender your mask from political crises because they are treading on the lines of a questionable triumph.

We bulge with fetishes and assertions as an avoidance approach to authority so that the constituent particles of our emotional states are not halted.

Hysterical fascism is an integral part of the vestiges of modern existence.

Perceive history as not substantially removed from amnesia.

Promote and sustain our country whatever it once was before metamorphoses.

The horizon of democracy is not maintained or guaranteed general and complete under any conditions no matter the individual contributions.

MMP democracy is the benchmark of hazards discovered by blind evaluators. It has never ending dimensions you cannot transverse equilaterally.

MMP democracy is a miscalculation of repentance of the interpretation of the universe superimposed on us.

Pioneering is made possible by trespassing naturally occurring independent phenomena.  

We aim to change the name of Xealand parliament building. It will be now be called Goshuntunk Danept.

We will be the culprit of setting up anti-mass culture publishing houses in each of our main four main centres, collectively called: Gofrocem.

Gofrocem is a muddled tribute to Christendom run from gaunt ghettos. There are no mighty mardi gras here.

We are barricaded from partially coherent tropical subjective cruelty. Renegade disparities occur amongst all religions. Pray vigorously on unusual fronts.

Gofrocem will also serve as a live-in facility for punks and goths gone astray from the original amplitude of life’s single formula of hustle and bustle.

Gothics have magnifying powers of chill outside of the radius of normal vision they are not servants to. They have kaleidoscopic altercations with life which have no responsive threshold.

Oytcho Visha is a bunch of surly emperors seizing power of 'New Zealand'’s broadcast systems which have vague irresponsive resistance to a safe and compassionate children’s preschool and other vanities.

This is given the speed and direction of growth and coordination of pre-schoolers at social tipping point towards the system they have no desirability of expanding unless it is a conspirational mission of combustion.   

The triumphant cessation of warmth is clearly relevant, you do not need the visions, perceptions and dictates of a theoretician for this.

You take a chance living from mass movements on earth if other people’s values are in the direction opposite to yours because it is a hindrance on the functions of the precious psyche, even if it survives in an improper manner.   

Mass culture is a barbarian invasion which individual resistances do not cope with.

Only a cult will higher resistance to this abuse before the chief applications of the world collapse. 

Considering each point congruent with destruction of everyday observations, life has obvious margins enveloping us and occultism is the only solution to characterize the nature of our times underpinned by the whole unified drama of being exiled, arrested, executed, imprisoned or made deceased by the nuisance of assassination.

The expansion of life undergoes maximum displacement proportional to vanished impulses and other primary beams of protest against the sense experience of life.

Competitiveness is a good achievement if it is an unspecified rehearsal of committing crime authorities and police are somewhat swept away by. 

Xealand has an edge over the world because of its isolation is not lined in force with the rest of the planet.

Xealand will have an underlying allied mystique with inadvertent rational control. Police statistics reveal nothing other than oppression. Law is all over and done with as an expression of centripetal power.

Life is no reality concert, even while the people are relieved of their duties in erectile communes where tension is discouraged which hoists a lot of people into raw neglect of ground level.

Politicians who bring police and surveillance close to home in rank and file are only faintly outlined here because they are surplus to requirements.  

Nothingness is a brilliant use of time.

One of our key policies is to restore the Sunday Sabbath. Without the Sabbath the spirit in the sky is a joke.

Xealand is a clump of an icy continental minced museum squandered by sparse overseas influence.

We avoid any non-essential engagements with other countries with unanswered xenophobia. Stay in this country even if you have nonspecific mobility issues. 

Because of its integral remoteness Xealand has a precious advantage in the nearest approximation of global politics. We are not necessarily assigned to the reign of contemporariness because of our comparative isolation seeping into parliament.

Under MMP politics we have a sustainable lagging of stage presence surging beneath the underground.

MMP politicians come from a pig’s ancestry. MMP politics is a blast of savagery spurned on by immutable intolerance we are obliged to disperse purposefully unimpressively.   

'New Zealand' government’s coarse humanitarian efforts will get them into trouble.

Belated careful examination of internal energy has an exponential function outside government circles.

Government pulls the plug on the experimental apparatus of the face of the earth without any knowledge of the nature of receding martyred light and other discoveries of physics rekindled by tiny particles of observed behaviour.

Our political economy is a series of disasters and false premises overshadowing operational consciousness.

We are not obsessed with kinship with other countries because it would jeopardise the ritualistic invisible world.

The essential emphasis is to live on the recreational recessional fringe of the world.

We provide heightened appeasement to counteract the demands put on modern civilians, at the same time as working furtively to erase mass culture, which modern cities have abused for years.

Our enterprise has been created for those who think that life unravels as an absurd, scary, demented farce even with numerous bestial psychodynamic practices.   

'New Zealand' is in a dire condition. Many New Zealanders suffer from widespread depression and anxiety symptoms without promising strategies to ease them.

Three quarters of people in prison are persecuted for no reason, they just have an invasion of emotional disorders of a mysterious nature. Prisoners are an enhanced hallmark of mystery.

They are not man-about-town on the run.

Government is a sector of conscious hell even for the nondepressed deflected from textual meanings and other superimpositions on life best demonstrated elsewhere.      

The hassles of life are an exertion of negligence. We have an exemption from the criteria of life.

When you eliminate creation it cannot be reclaimed or stashed away in interrelations of considerable importance.

Our destiny is completely dark. We proceed to deliberately withdraw or detach ourselves from anything which victoriously enlightens.

Enlightened and perceptible qualities of culture which are the predecessors of thought bring death to civilization.

We are isolated from heat and light, which are the exploiters of humankind. Global warming is a much brighter form of harassment.

Sunlight is a noonday massacre of doom government regulates without weather forecasts consistently because of the downsizing of the paralysing model of the universe.

In relation to the wider extensive galaxy the sun is a horrid thermal molecule relegated to the back of the busy big laughable bugger of the universe.

Farewell to the fullest capacity of light and heat respectively because they don’t exercise clumsy salvation.

We are at cross roads with any indication of the bright side of life emphasized by establishments. We provide other means of impact on atheistic habits to get a kick out of which there is no market for.

Strange, puzzling and ambiguous forces do not go astray for veterans of psychosis who complain about everything on earth as well as the general public torturing usual places.

Surfing the internet is ancient. Media is a paramount dead end. Contemporary sources of media need acted upon. 

The eve of detention derived from online relationships creates no schematic medium congruent with reversible computation to create an iconic mutinous medievalism in the meantime without unassuming modern media pressing on us where rambling is necessary which you cannot gauge.

How can life go on when we are subjects of the face of the earth which visits us in its density of a normal way of life?

Probing for company online creates flimsiness of spirit and a congregation of stationary observers.

Sooner or later there will be no apparent reason for the visible spectrum of physical behaviour and other isolated favourably impressive obligingly forms of perishment.    

We do not duly acknowledge self-awareness because it is construed from visible regions of mass culture which do not create an interpretative furore.

Be nonchalant about the pivotal axis of conformism and sterility that light moves through.

International global events are doctrinal in their contexts of operation and reject and persecute us as a welcome substitute for behavioural therapy.

Our legacy is to maniacally capture the inherent contradictions of a socially and culturally primed industrial age, then integrate them with ceremonial fervour.

Our plotting of darkness puts a malicious freeze on all that is lively and multi-coloured, without suggestion of montage; and finally, we bring the autonomy of colour itself to complete closure.

Rummaging through the components of colour you will find no successful explanation for a world view.

Those petrified of decadent dark nights should not engage in our way of life.

Daytime is the embodiment of pollution of the gentry set off by indefatigable fear.

Shelter the smallest details of life from clashes with precursors to external rejection you attempt to communicate with through seriously modified liberation.

One other major feature of our policies is a slackening of our embattled drug laws. Drugs have a collage effect on the mind which cushions the bland raw disappointment of living in society. They are needed for the significant increases in the shortage of social wellbeing.

Drugs are prohibited by governments because euphoria has no realistic function.

In banning drugs government provides us with access to become incompetent in making camouflaged decisions for ourselves.

Drug prohibition is a downward force on people’s creativity.

If you could measure the amount of pro-activeness amongst artists musicians in a comparative analysis with oppression you can see why art and music isn’t as good as it was today as it was in yesteryear.

Interplanetary drugs promote Christianity or it is game over in a sombre way as an ecstasy centre.

Governments have a lack of awareness endangering lives in ways that partly paralyse you with their repercussions. Without drugs the world would become inhabitable and rarely encountered as convenient to live within. You would be permanently impaired curiously.   

Governments are veering towards antagonism through the rights taken from us to take drugs.  

That’s why civilians need differences and similarities of mind-altering drugs.

The war on drugs is a total waste of police time. The hundreds of millions of dollars it costs could be put into things such as the health system, the environment and housing. Instead government spends endlessly on the war against drugs in odd places. Save millions for our economy.

Nothing happens to the health system, nothing happens to schools because government is focused on the mass flow induction of drug prohibition largely compared to business driven fascism.

Drug manufacturers are currently trying to trial and purport psychedelic drugs and opioids for people with mental disorders such as depression and anxiety, but governments are denying this because they could fall into the hands of drug abusers. People going to their doctor with genuine mental disorders are those that miss out.

Depression is tailor made for death. Prescribing these drugs would be a big saving of life. Without drugs life is temporary trembling transparency terrible.

Under current government laws you are near enough to being dead in ways rarely encountered before.

Without a cult we would be undefended from the imminent magnification government has on us.

Governments supply geographic plagues of depression to everybody, without a cure for the loss of vision and perception and other assumptions of life.

Our body chemistry is not that big of a deal to warrant prosecution for drug use. Show that there is a reason why drugs cause division and should be prohibited.   

Drug use does you no harm, it only portrays the invisible unwitnessed despair and anger of the presence of convalescent politicians who would otherwise deliver multiple images of distorted physical properties of civilians.

When daytime strikes it is recognized as an exquisite deep trance we are totally committed to unless we are arrested by police, who cause pressure and doubts about the future not taken into account by any detailed cognitive model and other potential threats.

Much of our site is designed upon the consuming power of propaganda and all of its applications and pitfalls.

Formidable propaganda is preferable to faithful self-education irrespective of nationality.

Nobody wants to be at the receiving end of the perspective of others unless it is a frightful daunting conquest without magnitude or direction held fixed by centuries of reasoning.

The earth is a curved miscreant of the galaxy without a master stimulating companionship.

To avoid being the slave of light requires intensive propaganda rather than simple ideas and impulses you are accused of tolerating.

Our plan here is to abolish the abundance of oppression constantly at work which substantial research cannot reflect due to the neutral signals relayed to us which do not evoke seduction because it is impossible to execute due to a behavioural assessment crisis.

We live in a fragmented world. The integration of our culture and our character we find hard to recognize as a fusion of elements.

World history is blind to the final showdown of material existence.

Governments have super strength boundaries of no derivation that you can compute.

As a cult realm, we propel our own terminology and designate our own grandeur.

Among other activities, appropriate politics is carried out whether through imagery, memory or a treatise.

Comprehensiveness has many diverse resources but it is not well populated with communication deferrals.

Reinforcement by a cult to counteract methods of oppression are required when they are present to such an extent where profound knowledge or courage is needed accordingly for an indeterminate period of having no direction for a great distance.

Occultism equipped with absolute fundamental extravagant radical power gives rise to immortality lacking consciousness of people and other variables of innocence lacking instructions and directions not mission related for the potential remainder of the deconstruction of the threat of the mind’s orchestrated relaxed opinions.

Our endeavour is to create conspiracies which are a secret mode of transmission incompatible with the slightest interference from the mechanical resonance of the outside world.

This mainly involves taking over the media spheres and internet platforms of the 21st century. This is where the neat and tidy future ends. 

We don't know what the world needs now, but enchanting methods for devouring the New World Order certainly would suffice. 

Make yourself more dependent on a cult. Don’t be in lieu of self-sufficiency all but every single day.

Public declarations and other instrumental behaviours remain largely suspended big time.

Tamers of the contours of reality are subjected to torque and then inserted into automatic exposure of their thoughts. Modern humans are high-tech slaves without the niche of a cult they obviously depend on because anything else is a sub-optimal slumber of symbolism.

Modulate your admiration towards governments because their reign is outside of humanity and offers nothing throughout your life because it is demonstrable of neurochemical hierarchies due to our drug laws.

Chronic exaggeration of synaptic gaps have underlying pathology and other major liabilities.

In taking drugs you commit a melodramatic crime. By being denied them you miss out on a lot of peripheral mysteries.

Babbling neutralizations and precautions against drug substances are a grubby piece of law immediately present.

Mercy means absolutely nothing when solving medical issues which are not highly polished and frictionless.

Cures for gloom are illicit because of global measures to crack down on drugs. We are tricked by anti-drug demonstrators’ chorus of absolutely ugly moderateness and other improper combined follies.

Nonverbal mechanisms of use are too scrutinized through the ongoing random shock of the insistence of deliberation as speech develops into gestures by all inappropriate means of purposive functions.

Appropriately for these fragmented times, we advocate the disappearance of public opinion and democracy we toil with in conjunction with governments who treat us like withered infants we have secret negotiations with. 

Government’s enveloping structure is not enchanting, thus we have a disinterestedness of them because they are not gloriously affirmed as almost routine cataclysmic commotion which cannot be pillaged.

What use is life on earth without expansive conspiracies which have simultaneous therapeutic use for fanatics?

Senseless repulsive mopping is instructive of counter-attacks and conspiracies.

A world which manipulates us with commercialized fallacies proposing nonalignment with the uncontrollable and unpredictable tease of civilization’s expectations we are unaware of.

Without drugs mental health is a biological prison.

As a response to this, Oytcho Visha is an indispensable, all-powerful, omnipotent realm which is a remnant of the enchanting factions present in the era of the unsecularised cultural cold war.

Life is no eternal playground. We are not a destructive clan. Our war themes are created for submissive purposes without a continuous spectrum of explanation. In real war tactics are based on religion from our first calculation in a quest for boundlessness.

Only naked moments are the signs of power because they have not been computed.  

The goal of a demilitarized inclination is extinguished readily by indefinite modern cultural learning theories and other stalemates. Perfect peace has overtones of claustrophobia. Peacefulness is an injury because it consumes energy.

Dodging reality, ambivalence is a horny chore. Regaining our rights the conflict of men will be in the abyss.

Oytcho is the pitter patter of nihilistic cultural cold war recruits taking ages to warm up into hoarded fireballs.

We seal off survival through subterfuge which is not superficial, supplying similar situations as the source of shenanigans of strategic self-sacrifice of scary spiritual significance.

The radius of the earth is the final tragedy.  

Life is a mentally retarded trauma with a preference for molesting us through social conduct which has no respected dialogue because we are ridiculed by the meaning and tradition of being in a human atmosphere which amplifies progenitors of drug reform.

This is neurochemistry reified in density. We are commissars of the cultural cold war which has occurred at various stages over the past half century.

Pulsating combat is preferable to the idle and tangential domestic life of peerage.

Our empire would risk rigid rejection which does not invoke intention or consciousness when things don’t go our way by traits of discovery of our personal habits which are a confounded life event within a central portion of neuroses.

Humans are thereabouts equal to a subtle atomic mass along with other fellow prisoners of perfect professionalism. The cultural cold war is preliminary to modern warfare, although the enemies are non-specific. We rekindle the wars of old unexplainably.

Occupying forces are mobilized for no apparent reason and so cannot be controlled by liberal gestures of supportive psychotherapy, education or justice.

In this world there is some stuff in there already that creates war, such as exercise classes. The main disadvantage of psychotherapy is that it is provided by a trained therapist with a relapse in political solutions.

Oytcho Visha is equipped with a bizarre political manifesto with no clear standpoint. It forestalls present energy.

Even through modern methods such as psychoanalysis, which requires astronomical requirements of us for our lives to become more regulatory, our sensory pathways are an impediment of vigilance.

This is particularly promising because it has roughly the same outcome as other malevolent forces enduring an extinction procedure underutilized.

Denied access to drugs you develop horrible careless habits. Sex weaves itself into our lives as a ruffian.

The self-hypnosis event of masturbating in front of apparitions consuming all internal energy is a prelude to offensive operations. 

Give it a turn and shuffle it and everything will come out, you’re the only one that uses it. It cannot be auctioned.  

Multi-cultural societies do not work. They produce a profusion of interconnections between people which have no functional significance. 

Productive forces have no social structure that treats you right.

In multi-cultural societies fully mixed thinking is dissolved.

Apparent lack of company and understanding makes you hesitate about your sense of belonging which now has an evacuated presence of the maximum theoretical efficacy of forming relationships.

In the modern world westernized views are practically forgotten in equal magnitudes.

It is prudent to dismiss Multi-culturalism in this this day and age. Without people who don’t speak the same language as you alienation creeps in, even into government circles.

Without having close contacts near who you can talk to you can develop medical anomalies occur such as escalating over-eating and depression. Overeating also damages the environment as you perform faulty eating habits.

Grovelling is imposed on us. 

Widespread anorexia needs to be more efficient than at present to save the planet.

Anorexia is a yummy dream if you can't manage the workings of the stomach scattered throughout the shortage of anatomy.

Societies are descending towards neighbourly grimace. Violent crime is on the uprise because nobody has any intended purpose that prospers, and nobody is doing anything about it.

In such societies building connections, creating communities and looking after each other is impossible, even if it is biologically grounded. 

Bounteous wanton charm plummets, there are only allocations for it under an occultist regime.

The dense glittering charm of having a good neighbour is forlorn.

Dialectical paranoia is inexorable. The earth has a very limited supply of unfathomable schemes.

In Multi-cultural societies religious standpoints are not the same for all observers all experiencing the same thing:  the nothingness of outward-moving internal reflection with distinct patches of the particular path of humanity.  

In multi-cultural societies people grow up with terrible inequity whilst accounting for their current episode of predisposition to the construed mission of life’s equilibrium.

Lingering of similarities and differences is the normal distribution of cultures in our isolation period of escaped punishment.  A beautiful variation of cultures is dangerous without abstentions.

Immigration ram raids economic stability and emotional security in ways even clinical psychologists cannot understand as they accelerate interrogations on us.

Being rattled by sorrow is just a masquerade of economic and social factors strong in exposed places of personal incompatibility.

Confused cultural identity fuels instability. Language barriers and cultural misunderstandings are rife and influence a physical state of retardation teasingly.

Psychiatry is a cluster of field trials issued to brain damaged people who would otherwise have an easeful death.

Because of immigration into European cities, the survival of nations has been smashed. 

Immigration has become aimlessly unstoppable without a nope. Just for the weird archives, Europe is a massively redundant reign of meetings that make you worse off.

Flexible prototypes of escaped lifespans create uncooperativeness. Forever stimulation is a paradox with a lot at stake and nothing is going to stop us now.

Carefully managed attachments to others do not benefit the community in an underlying way unless you are slowed by the constant friction of disciplined groupies enclosed in their own behaviour.

They need occupied by conspiracies targeting political consciousness as an outcome in itself for nobodies. Quickly ascertaining people’s level of consciousness had no underlying reasons back in the days of wading in gamma radiation.

European culture is receding and diminishing and is paralleled only by premature Armageddon.

Under multi-cultural societies it is hazardous to be in sync with the credentials of social life because there is not a trace of composure that works in orbs.

People from different cultures do not have invincible connectivity with each other. This is attributable to will power which is developmental of the complete victory of acquired fear of experiments of the point of application of aloof promises of undisciplined vectors of combat alert. 

To counteract this we advocate hypnosis subliminally activated during a resting state as if we were facing an executioner with decisive confrontation all completed, finished and gone, leaving myriads of suspense and adventure almost impossible for the learned observer.

Diagnosticians of culture have conditioned reflexes and refuse to accept the aftermath of sleep which can arouse stupefied masqueraders making major advances in prospective factors of psychopathology

These are not limited to or hampered by the slaughter of mutual displacement of ethical considerations.

We also offer a gateway from the disorder and incoherence which arises in conjunction with the remnants of the powers and capacities of European culture.

This is done by making them effectively silenced through the negation of pure understanding openly advocated to evade responsibility of separate analyses of random hostility of property developers.

We rebuff urban intensification and the subdivision of household sections.

People closely spaced have relativistic large-scale uncertainty similar to the elegant poverty of bureaus converted to the intolerableness of common observation as familiar as ghosts. 

Angelic housing is demolished to create multiple prison-like units with perimeters where you can’t move anywhere except way down deep in a slow death within linear mass density. 

These houses are all open planned apart from the bathroom where everything drops including optical properties.

Human interaction is for Emperors subverting domestic order of stationary observers of self-esteem comparatively easily accessible to the prowling masses recalled from bright lights.

The positive direction of ruins are made by trembling men blended into society in ways only postulated unless it encompasses a conversion of energy well in advance of disgruntled innocence.

If you appear to be self-actualized it will not be due to any human faculty.

Greatly enhanced relief is only made available to manikins, not commonly held views of the partisans of betrayed humanity.

Internal forces shrink if you are exposed to even the smallest positive watchdog. Dogs are pretty obedient not so much according to all encroaching activities and functions. 

Forgetting our lessons of humanity in favour of mutinous contradictions and ambiguities creates a barrage of dreams and fantasies for future generations.

Generations who would otherwise have no physical capacity to facilitate the traditional parade of relics of human appeal which are not suitable guiding stars even by experimental observations.

Our cult is crammed full of conspiracies which dissect the protocols of modern institutions.

Without a cult all families are let loose with symbolism of secret services following you to get your polluted attention.  

Life goes into recess until we organize our lives as a substitute for several atmospheres of death to rave about.

Thence arisen is the next cultural cold war as our artistic privilege without vulnerability to democracy or other investigative strategies into culturally patterned behaviour and communiqué and other subsequent banalities stockpiled in government.

Conformity and submission to authority does not escort our consciousness to undefined and unruly domains because of a fear response and other secret events of perception.

The core of our enterprise is to provide a positive application of assistance for those having a stratum of psychotic reactions to the outstanding discoveries of modern life.

We endorse drugs of varied chemical nature for those whose cognitive faculties are orientated exclusively towards a state of deprivation and neglect, coupled by alienation, which are not always easily revealed in any settlement of the speed of light.

Capitalism is a clash of simultaneous merchants with a simple and definite central cycle of social engineering. Trace the roots of unlimited expansion and you will take yourself back to WW2. It’s negligible what you can do with infinity without cancelling transient historical observation.

We aim to create favourable anticipations to downplay this condition we are subordinated by because we declare we have too few sensory fibres not altered by precious and respectable drugs which create aloof life events as their exciting series of unresponsiveness for so long.

Drugs are an absolute necessity if you want to accomplish a way of life shrouded in obscurity in imperfect human time frames and other affective disturbances unresponsive to mass culture dementia on experimental grounds of hospitality.

Drugs should be able to be purchased because they pierce the sanity of our disposition when it is in its critical condition of destruction.

We do not have peace obscurely engraved in our mind, we need drugs for this attack of mass arrests.

A superabundant reprisal of medical grounds of existence is essential.

You will never believe how much into the pure whole tube of the sealed off underworld we dip into before we are accused of accelerating deviationism incidentally as well as probably inferred.

Humanity is not a spectrum, it is a progressive degenerative disorder which oppresses us in order to preserve latent industries.

The inevitable proper huge shaft of this vault is not resolvable, affecting the innumerable facets of the body irreversibly, making us reach for an alternative world as an end-in-itself mischievously.

Male-dominated society is a combination of things which are immaturely amateurish in its imitations of power it conveys, which is not relevant to reflections on life by any detailed analysis of powerful and binding gender roles you are a victim of.

Modern culture has inaccessibility for occultists and creates invariably observed failure even by a conservative estimate.

We represent the annihilation of all your sensibilities you pay sufficient attention to. So-called observed freedom is due to go into exile due to recent assessments theorists emphasize as a plausible route to cognitive elements of culture which have low reliability for unwilling participants.

Conjectures of the mind are an inexplicable synthesis of conditions defying systematic study.

This makes us resilient to making decisions for ourselves.

In here everybody’s under the impression that we are being hunted down by the medium of life, which is not an adequate medium to defeat us physically and mentally, whatever your fancy.

This is because numerous variants and dramatic elements exist as an alternative to the fundamental qualities of life overall inestimable.

We are a general purpose circuit breaker of mundane 'New Zealand' politics. This is because the backdrop of the postwar period is perpetrated as probable prolonged profound experience particularly for parents prepared to preach without purporting anything offering protection. 

We freeze pure speculation because it is capable of waking us out of our stupor in different parts of the body for a prolonged time through the postulated existence of our brain membranes.

Hence why our vintage manner of execution will work to our favour in creating variants to modern culture, which is no longer a versatile system and is capable of creating only degenerative phenomena in regards to links with the outside world wherever you have evaded capture out there somewhere. 

This is an enterprise for those that have an innate fear of consistent make or break wide open spaces which we don’t have an actual perception of because they are not biocatalysts of exhilaration.

You’re unlucky with everyone else seeing you, if anything. The centre of your responsibilities is on hollow misgivings.

Made to measure landscapes are a mistake because they are a dangerously threatened territory potentially vile because they require control and responsibility.  

You can't do anything if you look at the big picture of things of a life-threatening size which can only be alleviated by inelastic momentum of subatomic particles.

Distance and movement breaches the privacy we used to reflect upon which has been taken over by public facilities we espionage geographically.

Centralisation is our enemy because it provides us with no suspense in the way we regard the sentiments of life devoid of the lodgings of high society we have nonattendance of.

We are emboldened by the avant-garde Eurocentric and Slavic cultures and terminology. 

Any deviation of the languages of European and Slavic culture needs demolished so we don't have to experience consciousness of it. We erase it from our neuronal networks without fostering a control group in the event of a nervous breakdown.

A nervous breakdown is the first strike of arresting insanity.

Oytcho provides a cushioning effect against the dimensionlessness of a nervous breakdown. Practitioners are equipped with a crisis to deliver to you amongst liberals.

European culture is being diminished in a manifold of areas and will inevitably crumble in the totality of things unless it is protected by oppositionists who have serious complaints about mass culture.

Nothing else comes into the equation apart from compensatory unresponsiveness.

Surreal comical jest is created by Oytcho Visha which cannot be duplicated systematically or prevent convergent conspiracies which do not recede into a fellowship. 

A solipsist refers to a person who believes there is no such thing as truth or justice. The organism is a physical object with no outside influences easily enough.

Solipsism is prevention of collaborative efforts of intent.

Individuality is a gross technique of achieving one's goals.

Current government is perpetually reorganizing others with a landslide effect. Participating in life requires no application or technique because the Holy Ghost looks after you within real distance, albeit sacrificing thought of insertion into time and space, which are an annoyance.

Learning something is noncommittal carnage. It is grovelling foreseeing every eventuality you have never seen a sign of. Agitated will power is shoved aside. Vast customs are also put aside for good listeners.

A mystical component of anxiety biomedical therapists don’t emphasize; they are more interested in our neurotransmitters which we don’t regroup our forces for because they will be culled.

Sneak away in evasions beforehand, becoming dilapidated plentiful enough.

Modern people are paralysed by mortgages and rents for the purpose of handing their independence over to banks and dreaded landlords.

Incoherent images of the body erected collectively rather than mistakenly meditatively mumbled proves disastrous.

We are a clown pharmacy of strategic importance to the inertial frame of the body more than any other science stationary or fixed in words and images and other applied forces.

Exclusive natural causes we learn about are all out of alignment, creating a series of buoyant victories.

Everything constructive is scandalous, but we do not wish for its departure because it destroys cultural variability of production and consumption.

Not all people disappear into the workforce. Replenish disappearing in an atomic-size displacement.

In these modern times we are stalked by blazoned trends at varying intervals, so we deserve hallucinogens without needing any unsympathetic prognosis.

From a variety of angles we are a research instrument of the medical profession. There is a deficit in our synaptic processing fundamental to our scrambled cognitive processes we attempt to reconstruct without harmful approval from the permeability of government.

We are all treated like muzzled cannibals with no other personal contacts, who have become our counterparts.

Merging dementia with silence are extraneous matters.

As a Christian movement we have much to hide to take notice of, and not much else abducts us.

This is the downfall of inhibitions and other trafficked gestures.

Democracy on a tremendous scale abducts us.

Information processing doesn’t give you peace of mind unless you are a schizophrenic equipped with no effective control over your body elaborated by psychiatric bullies in constructive mode, making social routines crushed as forces of attraction of work functions.

The general population requires erotic stimulation by virtue of the perceived danger of requiring attention in the normal range.

Being part of a cult gives you an immortal greatest advantage of crashing out like martyred libido.

Downplay fragments of a career, instead generate networks released from rest of a vibrant relinquished psychological state.

You can only clear your head punctually if you have a feeling of steadfast civilian optimism thinned out.

Depending on your occupational status if it comes to that people have nondetectable common destinies.

We are not part of a brief era, that’s why we will be missed, unravelling holiness of moods and perceptions furthermore as useless annual effective disputable dogmas of sequential seasons which have managed to escape ranking.

Further appropriation of optimism is not characterized as enchanting or just, it is infinitely restrictive as a prerequisite of immediately present pessimism perhaps unprepared for by a peripheral range of permissible plights irrespectively jeopardised probably because they have no impolite participatory productive picturesque protocol role to participate in with poignant poise purposely presumably prior to the plurality of perspective peace we pay the price for by being impregnated with participatory partners of demise.

Under our protocols are an assortment of sumptuous unfinished closures of prospective self-determination and other distortions of the ego you can only visualize up to the last moment of the repulsion of law proceedings and other oppressive trends such as the principle of energy.

It’s long ago since individuals have been used to the unexaminable squirting of quantum mechanics.

The erosion of love collides with thermal energy of practical or commercial importance.

Conquer the assault of lousy objectivity of heated conditions by making them dimmer recognizable objects.

We testify uplifting far advanced chill in our explorations of outmoded feelings of unity without beginning or end because they are practical limitations previously invisible.

Lurking determination and impossibility is a pleasing combination.

Prescription only medicine should be banned unless it befuddles you absolutely crazy something major.

We live in a world which is very short on silence. Turn and hurry away from it with drugs without no other particular plan of unmentionable separation from life.

In modern life everything is so false, changing the way we speak. There is nothing genuine such as ice which doesn’t melt where it should do. There is a whole world in front of us destined for the incredible comfort of enhanced ice.

Sift irreparable phenomena on a rest frame, not in impenetrable time intervals of acceleration. Remove everything on Earth that glows in a hurry of careful attention which radiates spherically on the earth’s surface.

We do our utmost to fulfil war criminality and other school systems deemed unbiased toward future annihilation.

Modern living is an impaired paradise, a spiritual dungeon in disguise if you live in a home arrangement uniformly throughout.

Bionic massive public support does not create a cross-sectional cohesive force overhead.

Diversity and human rights are essentially not parallel, but the comparisons are bang on. Get out of the analytic precision of radarless astro pain and destroy all cultural links, then you will become versatile living in an impending collective system which does not have a reaction to the motion of the earth.

What will save us is seeking out opportunities of fumbled upended posture.

We are cut off from the struggle of reality in a devastating way not clear enough for popular view.

Political instability is a distribution channel for nihilism.

We are all a victim of the immediate benefit of common sense. We don’t have a pleasant honest approach to a new morning.

Only when the conduct of sunlight disappears do we identify the implications of life.

Distrust the supplies and equipment inherent in the practicality of life.

Nothing of physics pertains to life when you have something to eat. You can’t hurry the battle of anorexia. The unbalanced barrel of the mouth is ready to play cool at an inconstant speed. 

Being human is like living in an hereditary jail of distant times.

Vomiting is a good outcome for everyone except for your visualisation of power distribution networks.

Oytcho Visha is milliseconds of uncertain nonsense which avoids total integration of ranked objectives.

Cultured products are lame respectively in life and death without keeping the longitudinal public informed.

All of life depends on biodegradable youth considered unuseful.

This is our cure for a successful transition from hidden brightness.

Assassinate your decoyed undies if you are on a social network on regional show.

Declaration of Weirdness

Our agenda manifests in part as the science of the human body and how it works. We usurp many medical matters: matters which people might find either beneficial or pathologically warped upon observation.

It has a large sample of metaphorical internal energy.

Different defiant physical states vibrate on their own.

Unprecedented mockery of unrecovered consciousness forming opposition groups to the body deserves public acclaim.

Our aim is to remodel customs without any biological model. In contrast to historical time, disordered biology is done in a jiffy.

Ironic vulgarity is a survived miracle of the human body.

The body has a twitchy physics to it without exception.

Current government is preset torture gone astray with all that faithless placebo jazz. 

Purpose resumes only when you get your protruding medical examination from a world conference.

We derive knowledge from the physiological conditions of life which require redemption.

Oytcho Visha is a revolutionary cult realm, and we provide the windows into numerous occultist outlets contained within the neural tissue.

Making several approaches to remove reality from everyday life can create a cushioning effect against the ulcerative trends of modern culture.

We will provide next generation solutions to the world's problems. This will enhance whole body wellbeing from the cerebral cortex to the toes.

Oytcho Visha is also being created as a vehement political force to counteract the treacherous scenarios of today's world which attach to our bodies like membranes.

The remote drowsiness of the mucous membranes is acknowledged publicly.

Contrary to modern science, we take a blurred, vague approach to the anatomical and physiological features of the human body, making it near impenetrable to any outside spheres of influence.

Sufficient habitual declaration of weirdness creates empires.

Techniques of extraction of forms of distinctly human depression require the perimeter of our drug laws to be slackened by those that have undergone the great secrecy of occultist transformation.

Under a cult system you don’t have to speak your own mind; the cult does it all for you. The temptation of being recruited for reflection will turn you into a molecular mass from a lost world.

Don’t think what you can ever remember what to think.

Speaking your own mind isn’t an exciting contribution to the backwardness of your future biological hypothesis leaked from government sources.

Motivation is discovered by search parties.

Our body mechanisms have immunity from the sedimentation of etiquette in our brains. We are not driven by the peril of politeness of life skills.

Fascination remains our only source of defence and not done through conformity of self-interest.

Be cautionary of the elaborate glory of life because it is all created by health administrators who in a war effort ban drugs that provide us with the best personal salvation which everyone is aware of the placid threshold of as an absolute rule.

Governments ban soaring comforts which imply submissiveness. Comfort zones have been in another sphere for yonks because we listen to politicians too much.

Diverse factors inherited and confirmed by the human population are under certain circumstances a manifestation of fascism which cannot be redirected or eliminated no matter what biological specification you encounter.

Henceforth spatial configurations of the organism are noticeably absent unless there is a strong positive response from drug use as a valid experience to counteract insufficiencies of morale.

This turns you into a reject as a result of a ban of all medical treatments which are the elixir of life. We discriminate against the mass movement and desires of those that seek participation in mass culture to saturation point. We do not salute or worship the proliferation of life which has tractability of our sensory perception.

We tackle the peripheral atrocities and injustices of the modern world by cleaning up their ubiquity without suggestive evidence of effort and organization and other anatomical defects which are a substitute for the brain cortex.

Our transdisciplinary frontiers of power rely on drugs for empowerment, without the need for doctors regrouping their forces around stereotypes, stigmas and myths regarding so-called 'drug addiction'.

The war on drugs is unwarranted because drugs make you the subject of serenity. It is a victimless crime and the banning of drugs immensely enhances criminal society. Most people that take drugs have underlying issues, they are not criminals.

They may have symptoms ranging from depression through to attention deficit disorder. Two thirds of prisoners have drug abuse problems regenerated from an elevation of struggle against the oppressive order.

Drugs should be allocated to us even if it is a rigourous medieval scandal punishable by death. Boldness exclaiming drug bans is an offensive. Detentions are an arbitrary international scene widely exploited many times greater than sexual penetration.

People in good states are sent to prison. They are a matrix of neurological criminals fallen into the hands of government in spherical symmetry with hell.

We confess that under current drug laws unparalleled social disorder and crime comes out of dormancy and resonates around the globe, without the slightest interference of parameters of retreat.

In our world everybody is insane on an ephemeral basis, some people even have outbursts of insanity everyday in ways which cannot be rehabilitated unless our revolution triumphs without the need of a peace treaty. 

We do not work in symbiosis with geo-political worlds which require jurisdictions. We take the concept of insanity to a whole new level of energy and information.

The perpetuity of pride does not acknowledge irregularities or facilitate permutations of the burden of culture which has a resemblance to apparent fascism discovered personally by realisation rather than through an appeal.

Oytcho Visha is a frantic response to the present manners of people around the globe which are only spotted essentially by being a member of a cult commensurable with doomsday which is not compensated for by theoretical debate from friendly foreign sources.

We support a scenario where artists and musicians can acquire a sumptuous dichotomy with mainstream culture. Musicians that take drugs are melodiously invincible.

Moreover we evoke a unique and privileged general essence which will never endure proper metabolism. State your claim on an unbridled cultist atmosphere in the whole object of your experience and do not regress to become a living being.

Missiles don’t have numerical values. Humans do to a fractional degree.

In the modern world there is unforeseen fragmentation we cannot retreat from, thus war is inevitable whenever it suits as a conditioned aversion from unenjoyable journalists.

We want to get all the terrible things out of this world, but this is problematic because it will ironically involve cold wars.

We try to accompany policies in this deadly world with as much finesse as possible, which is opposite to the nature of our lives which are impregnated with dramatically revealed war and other variants of culture.   

When understanding life, agreement is not always necessary, even through a minimum prompting by people blameworthy of relative volumes of potential varieties of wishful nihilism we have an affiliation with because it hushes the cacophony of infrastructure of responsibility.

There is no correctitude we know of in our geographical circumstances other than launching an all-out war rebuilt to the specifications of the cold war we confine ourselves to not under the normal conduction of conditions leading to specific directions of progressive mankind of local origin.   

This is because we are incapable of playing a role of creating promising techniques to explore brain chemistry in the newly emerging field of unfair stress disorders best viewed as erosion of brain chemistry installed in us to expedite perishing and dying, for instance.

We have no respect for any assertion which is not sufficient to destroy spats of reason in detectable amounts.

Our resolution to reform the world is through esoteric riddles which defy visibility and speech and other life-support mechanisms which require response prevention.

Insanity: annihilation of the senses can be induced by this mechanism without any underlying justification or resolution because our attitude changes in an escalation of conflict as a foregone conclusion of well-tried methods of humour.

We embrace conscious intellectual activity bound for nowhere other than beaming phobias and other aggressive actions of the foreign press.

Anorexia is an uncertain principle of thermal energy. Be mad about distraction from the construction of a cursed reign of intentions which have the relativistic effects of a sugar barometer, not food .

Anorexia is a helium playground. Anorexia is taste exile.

Employment of our cognitive faculty which accompanies all thought or logical functions makes us vexatious and we want to flee this feared situation in favour of mutation across our lifespan preceded by aerial sensitiveness.

Our hypnotic momentum neutralizes the activity of elitism capable of penetrating our cellular matter, which is a contradiction to thinking beings and other similar problems.

We do not provide stereotyped human practices and their spreading influence either naturally or in an experiment.

We also plan to create a political media news agency which breaches the networks of modern culture in an obscure fashion, corresponding roughly to a takeover of all news and media channels, especially Facebook.

On Facebook you are not equipped to caress people. It is a limp farce.

Negate homogeniety where applicable, escape Facebook. It creates no shrewd relations.

Facebook, Google and the regular internet itself reinforce nerd mentality.

Facebook is a brainwashing mumma.

We aim to conceal the communicative attraction of Facebook on a continuous basis so that users are pushed apart from the magnetic field of rabid life.

There is no evidence of quirky human life on Facebook and if there is you will be cornered by the unliving chopped up amongst it.

The trafficking of friends on the social media site requires Gestapo therapy in one easy bundle.

Facebook is a corporate industry spanning its way into our homes like a cystic duct. Vanity sounds great on Facebook which has no diversity of reality other than egos.

Aidless Facebook traverses the reign of awareness. It is too humbling for us almost. People on Facebook are connected through blatant intimate magnetization randomly directed. They are masters of clinging to other people, eclipsing all other forms of social life.

People on Facebook talk inbetween forgotten friendships and smashed erections. On the media platform you familiarize yourself with pulverized gossip.

Infinite predatory instincts are prophetical of bourgeois queerities we hunker down against in all perspectives possible. Reduction of being tangled up in social media makes you anonymous in your mind’s subject matter and tone. Facebook friends are mirage mates missing the mark. 

We are fixated with the buoyancy and hope of disillusionment without the tension spread out uniformly which the media creates. Pioneer reversal of progressive local thinking to personify the image of power and will in the clustering of the stars.

Adults on Facebook are childish mutants lucky to have friends wary of being hammered by social reform.

Social life does not reach its everlasting maximum of magnetic moments and other options of living stored in ghastly emergency generators not man made but run by  contemporary electronic devices becoming alive.

Scarce human activity is a small victory to bear witness to before you receive brute company loosely grouped in society.

We live on a planet of cell phones, not people. The world is full of horrid yuppies whom take a structured approach to social life. Yuppies carry their phones like unjustified luggage. You don’t know what damage they have done to social life exactly.

Yuppies run around prioritizing things horrendously.

Those that sit on technology on their cell phones all of the time are nerds and geeks. 

With cell phones aspects of communication in exaggerating form are stripped of the inevitable repulsion of evaporated banter. Portable contributors to culture make a definitive attempt to be gay.

Take a real distance from cell phones because they are transmissions of the freefall of exponential static phenomena which as a collective system could be fatal, shedding perfect awareness and its occupants.

Facebook strikes the surface of the earth in ways not necessary to discuss. In the usual aspect of social media people occupy the same measurements of space and time. Alleviate the magnitude and influence of congested social media on the Earth’s surface and create a more original position in the galaxy.

Facebook has unsubstantial grooviness. It is more of an experimental apparatus with the net force of a power plant of gossip.

Reversibility of culture so that it culminates into a political machine strange and unaccountable is inconceivable due to social media because it delivers no flexing voracious impulse regardless of the atrophy of social life it causes.

Everyone is busy fading away with crushing oversimplification which nobody can rectify, dismiss or be granted major advances in evacuation.  

On Facebook children grow up with conflict-arousing vanity, devoid of mandatory fetishes with no way around them because each page has a studious similarity.

This does not create interference of the new world order and other incidental energy which is a sign of hashed uneven convention. Facebook is drongos knocking about together with urgent requests to be befriended as a warning signal to your reclusion from opportune moments.

It is a miscarriage of metaphysics because it has no plot precipitated by historical events. It is a phoney social berth. On Facebook you demolish your innocence to the point where your surroundings are enveloped in the unfamiliar yet to be demonstrated uncertified emotional conflicts you are not called upon to confess which are not a purely personal address.

Facebook alerts to an unapproachable army of arbitrary geeks. Substitute soldiers suck in their scope of insecure spreading of somatic secrets they sell to the solar system in their staged spare time no matter what they say. 

Facebook is prefigured as a mimetic puppet economy you pay service to as you implode without consent from your average thinking unreliable friends who don't know of any social media theorem of collisions within the visible spectrum.

We are weary of manlike puppets because they don’t participate in estimates nurtured and strengthened by maximum permissible sulky passion.

Facebook is becoming a loquacious e-commerce platform. People like each other as a dealership of programmed humans which are not determined by incidental intuition.

Through cowardly using free internet services, Facebook users are the modern version of the proletariat: there are plausible reasons enough that they have all been deliberately engineered as peasants. People on Facebook are rounded up before coming together.

Facebook is an unusual manipulative liaison with peasants.

It feels like there is something in there that makes you a subject of the face of the earth with various witnesses.

The major problem with Facebook is that it comes for free. Infatuation that comes for free will progressively become as functionally mundane as the pyloric sphincter.

Facebook has a cornered nomadic groundless process and vision.

Because of Facebook, a significant proportion of human rituals are purged, and hitherto it is rendered in your cellular matter which is a constituent of your destruction. 

If you are driven by cramped curiosity and innovation, take it or leave it because consultations are all over the place in an induced field of energy which is forsaken because there are no tough bargainers.

Facebook along with You Tube are places where mongrels thrive.

On facebook, your circle of friends are blasted to the very ends of the earth something shocking.

Facebook and You Tube are a leech on one's eyes. 

Disgusting there are. It is a gruesome switch to catastrophe.

Facebook is a twirp gateway which does not twirl.

Facebook is a big gay busy union of modified social defects remaining functional.

Facebook conducts acute cluttered capitalistic cannibalistic computation, so there will be a negligible mass of occupants on there permitted divergence essentially into infinity never reaching paternal affection.

On Facebook there is the roughest terribleous blah blah blah. Facebook’s principle postulate is vagrant abuse.

Violence, torment and abuse spirals out of control, reclassified as genocide.

Facebook and other social media sites are fast becoming a pit stop for sodomizers.

Facebook is heralded as the pervert's reign surging into our particularly noticeable households. Even more disquieting Facebook modesty is magnified very strong before it is too late to backtrack to suspicion schedules.

The whole thing we went through in our previous life. Facebook has gone now. Worry about the rest after.

Social media accelerates rigourous public jealousy which specialists are not responsible for, although there are many cues present if it is worth the effort to derive expression from it to be exploited.

Facebook is a simple fix for actual aims of social life. It is a persistent mechanical art of expression of our lack of autonomy of our private rights of expression.

The vile awaken monopoly of Facebook has caused the closure of a plethora of other internet forums and social media sites.

To bulldoze the Facebook (Meta) Kingdom is one of our chief aims. There will be damn stuff breaking everywhere.

The social network will be screwed terminally. Bang the thing to pieces from the inside out. It will be broken up in bits and pieces everywhere. Chuck everything out.

The traits of people on Facebook and You Tube are embedded with the present troubles of moral anxiety.

We prefer the slow change and growth of yesteryear, which is flabbergasting blamelessly.

Delay expressing yourself on public platforms unless you have an underlying psychosomatic illness with the creativity of thrilling self-searching as a careless utopian pastime.

It is chronically obvious that homogeneity manifests and multiplies and vice-versa on these platforms.

Abandon the conditions of your last illusion of life imperceptibly in the meantime, and exploit the advantages of battlefields waging war in the dual behaviour of the supranational cold war.

Breach of the reliance on daytime brings nonlinear momentum conservation. Linearity is banished rather than largely adopted as an object of a remake of physics.

We don’t survive wakeup calls managed by government.

Humans are normal regular moaning zombies.

Oytcho is laden with remembrance of the old world order before freeways existed. The new world means nothing specified as a visible spectrum.

The new world astounds us distressingly and you can’t get a handle on it with existing applications of life.

We are sceptical of an upsurge of sustainability because it doesn’t essentially occur in our arteries and veins concerning the rights of individuals drug deprived.

We are trying for a way out of everything.

Swarming Atrophy of philosophy

Our key aim is to retrieve the zeal government has confiscated from us. We regret the righteous personalized bottleneck of inflammatory government proposals. The lack of grooviness is dangerous because it has common courtesy of a hologram. Government disallows useful quantities of drama.

Rediscover conditions of life which had great power before they atrophy.

Our messages are not conveniently graded because they might multiply at a molecular level slowly without looking.

Adhesions to beliefs are distinct operations from the regrouping of the dashed diagrams of daily life.

We primarily undertake politics without detection by the postponed status quo.

Back to front almightiness doesn’t come from murmurs of learned speech.

Promising tyrannous strategists seem destined to be imperturbable because their concentrated power is as conspicuous as too many people with flesh all the way down to the region of the feet with unrectified hopping leaping headstands and nonchalant giddiness.    

The stomping ground of equilibrium is a hindrance to large scale plans in due preparation for the chore of oratory death on a daily basis. New Zealand politics has nothing indicative of entertainment in the context of growing up with more reinforced passivity, for standardized assessment procedures in many instances are drilled into us.

Urgent measures are needed because we are muffled up inside because of being servants of current governments who we don’t benefit enormously from. We are not even recognized by them as being of human disposition.

Under dire immigration policies from previous governments Xealand culture has been extinguished on an habitual basis without the opportunity of correcting it.

Overseas input is trespassing the big gap of fundamental aspects of Xealand life. Hope for the future is switched off,  with varieties of diversion which are necessary props of no intrinsic value because they have no docile impulse of resistance to be afraid of.

This creates a rationalistic chasm of national significance.

Remember the sceptical abundance of reciprocity we had with government. It’s all gone now.

Governments do not have a superabundance of charisma, let alone philosophy and aesthetics the law detests the behavioural consequences of.

Everyday there is a piece of wakefulness that triggers off your prosecuting attorney, throwing little bits of your liberty away at each time common justice prevails.

Government steals mutations from us which are not perceived by all parts of the brain in a gratifying manner of restricted experience of humans and other anthropomorphic mistakes. In 'New Zealand' innovative forces are mummified.  

Due to modern social circumstances in Xealand, torture would be a headline act of a focal point of communication essentially parallel to one another.

Government impregnates us with a destructive mode of senseless rituals fundamental to the human condition only by specific diagnoses.

Under current government policies the ultimate thrill of life draws to a mechanical halt.

This mass of neglect grooms us as the sludge of society we occupy with therapeutic phenomena noticeably absent rather than implemented and immediately transmitted.

Community standards you are committed to are disabled by ambivalence. Retractions and ambiguities are components and subsystems derived from the eventual retrieval process of life.

By retractions we mean we are a reign of obnoxious reflex reactions to modern life.   

In 'New Zealand' politics there is no outstanding dramas; special milestones don’t come along, which creates inert membranes and psychomotive disturbances which have a deterrent effect on subversion.

New Zealand government run under the MMP platform is a broken system. Why would you want to keep something that is broken? MMP politicians are calculating, arrogant and evil and don’t make you feel exalted in your properties, mediums, interfaces and surrounds.  

Rationalising forces are a solid sphere versus the durable admixture of displacement by fantasy tummies.

Requirements and incentives of fantasy are minimal unless you are greatly astonished by neutrons because every planet grows them.

We immediately react to the shemozzle of over-extended neighbourhoods. Under some circumstances we regard society as a deliberate disguise of prevailing myth and history reasserted with response requirements of the afterlife. Until then, goodbye.

The indecisive stimuli of MMP governments is an atrocity. MMP is a fragile escort into the political realm.

MMP politics is a childish stand-off. Bullying is rampant in MMP governments. There is a territory void and dormant polemics. It is kindergartenish. They are not even great enough to be babies. Under MMP efficiency is corrupted, creating paranoia no matter what you do.

'New Zealand' has relatively mild, casual leaders whom require the full weight of misfired opportunism.

MMP politics should be clearly forbidden because it coincides with a ho-hum form of politics and contributes to misery secretly as an epoch in itself we are continually bombarded by in ways we are not perfectly aware of.    

The unsuppressible plasma of the mainstream has no purity, it is swapped with other incurables such as mass information.

All we are trying to do is save the last vestiges of European culture which serves as a transition from insecurity to stability.

We are also an outlet for the mounting pressure from foreign observers who provide promising methods of relapse in the way we utilize our community which invades us.

We are a haven of xenophobia; we hardly absorb at all politics of other countries spread out over the surface of the planet as conspicuous features of futility.

Through our interference with conspiracies we are in no way adjacent to the spirit of 'New Zealand' under our current capacity of political schemes which possess our somatic disposition with chronic destruction. 

Prioritization depends solely on host resistance to the big explosion of authority.

We have uncouth policies to counteract the development of politically correct generalizations.

Anonymity is a disguise you hunger for if you want to live in a blizzard of prosperity of coolness.

We don’t reveal many of our policies because they are a secret address encountered from large-scale advances into a world of obscurity absent among adults unless they take drugs to modify their depiction of thinking and actions if afforded the opportunity if it reappears outside fascism.

Thinking is groundless untidy reminiscence unless you’re very intelligent on pills, seeking neither resolution nor countenance or other thresholds of proportional cross-sectional postulations already decided.    

In 'New Zealand' politics there are no invincible remarkable personalities creating unforgettable moments. Government develops clarity and translucency which attacks the organism worse than war does. 

Whoever rates this country as fantastic must be spastic, because it is full of atrocities and injustices characteristic of a waking state.   

Rational doctrines are monologues with a magnitude of moroseness confirmed by experiments of no biological interest. Defects in the system cause mental retardation well anticipated because they have no liveliness when you make your first commemorative appearance in life as a baby exposed to atmospheric pressure.

Psychotic activity prevails here somewhere outside the body. The vast experience of morals terrorize people because they invent servants of nihilism accordingly installed in the progressive deterioration of consciousness.

Psychotic syndromes are an absolutely beautiful disorder because they have no respect or gratitude for your state of mind. Being yourself is not always good, because it is horrible when you can’t get out of yourself via a dichotomy with your brain.

Dementia drives our cerebral cortex rhythms that occur in convulsions not realized through precursors of assisted learning.

We wish for the termination of employment of sociable, human politicians and other seemingly troubled but nondepressed hideous people who need reformed in a silent conspirational manner.

We don’t cascade in perpetual motion with the finest people on Earth because it is an obstacle to our welfare.

We have a myriad of traditions, but few people in attendance immediately available to transform them into sensations, so we demand reparations from the social sphere.  

Our personal representatives are responsible for the mimicry of the state of wakefulness, thus are not capable of integration into the mainstream.

The definition of Mimicry is “The action or skill of imitating someone or something, especially in order to entertain or ridicule.”

We don’t pull ourselves out of bed to glance out to the manipulation of the world, with only outlawed clowns giving us temporary respite through the misrecognition of structuring of nationality.

Specific types of behaviour the mainstream requires of us such as prolonged thought we are consigned to suspiciously with a crippled state unfolding with trustworthy results.

People spend too much time on the huge journey of thinking without flexible supports which set an upper limit.

Nothing connects people like a cult, creating a public outcry of voices in your head.

We facilitate the effects of nihilism without recourse to any demarcation of reality or any other sympathetic system of life which increases cerebral activity.

Those with normal brain development usually have attitude problems.

In any emotional dimension something bad will happen because of specific objects or events that set them of greatly out of proportion by confession of intention and other mysterious affairs not proclaimed by government.

Mass culture is a suppression of isolation for which there is no braking mechanism of sabotaged paternal affection.

Without the assimilation of drugs the human body is a structure responsible for doing nothing which fulfills. The body is only employed theoretically by detestable subordination of universal meaning.

Governments have us under siege through the prohibition of drugs which has no cushioning effect and other lost fancies of masquerades caused by stray rate of change of proportionality of inner life unperceivably.

The gentleman’s way of life is a repulsive and embarrassing predicament not rectified through appeal or title. Even good sorts expire. That’s a good idea if you are in a muddle.

Model citizens are impatient for spiritual enslavement because they are spared the burden of unfinished closures of everyday life cultural spaces which are not defeated.

We wouldn’t recognize the scale of model citizens unless you pointed it out within the plague of coherent framework of real life taboos of delusions and clinical hallucinations.

Oytcho Visha is the home of obscure and forbidden sentiments not civilly treated in advance, signalling a tragic end to the absorption of colour in our bodies, whether we have clinical impressions of being black or white.

Life is deemed uninhabitable without the possibility of reconstitution within the physical risk factors of the international administration spectrum.

Competitiveness and ambition are not for everybody, but they prove decisive in any case of intimidation.

Our imperative is to turn Xealand into a distinct independent imperialist state which has a regulatory action which does not accumulate dangerous influences from the rest of the world founded by the era of scientific discoveries and their different affective ranges.

MMP politicians show no mercy for art and aesthetic accomplishments and have no recurrent comic elements because they are too self-assured by their lame conditioned reflexes.

In 'New Zealand' there are restrictive devices which no longer enable you to exist. Government has banned drugs, and want to have cigarettes banned by the year 2026. They have also proposed banning vaping in public spaces. 

If there is one thing that is certain, 'New Zealand' politics is locked down by fascism like nothing has been seen before.

Everybody is locked away whenever possible, they are not indestructible even in a minimised spectrum of cultural and political environments and other embarrassing facets of the human race.

One other thing exemplary of fascism in 'New Zealand' is that we are not allowed to drink alcohol in outdoor public spaces. 

New Zealander's can't drink in public. Soon it will be illegal for people to vape in public. Fascism will snowball from here.

We live under the surging standard social conditions similar to what the Taliban would implement. This is stupidly dumb.

Most malls in 'New Zealand' don’t have designated areas for smokers. This is the Taliban penetrating us.

Even stranger, government endorses all of this. 

Morons are disproportionately represented in the 'New Zealand' political realm, thus we oppose all their faculties and messages they pose to us grievously.

The human spirit deserves the grief of sadness of no concern to government.

In regard to its methods of procedure government will reach vanishing point without being able to reproduce itself, even in an abstract portrait.

Because of government, guaranteed escorts to fantasy failed long ago just as they were potentially capable of creating a network without consent.

Nostalgically, Oytcho Visha is not a reconciliation mission of human affairs, because it requires heightened vigilance of widespread emotional symptoms leading to your identification.  

The consequences of happiness are difficult to define unless you juxtapose the latest trends and fashions.

We create awkward theories and conspiracies which would be slammed by those who believe in dictatorial mass culture.

Anything which justifies the mainstream we rebuke rather than respond to with increased concentration demanded by our exploiters.

Our geographical circumstances are merely signifiers of our location, so that we are not defeated by diet, stress and exercise for multiple generations.

Oytcho Visha liberates you from those in command of humanity and the demands they put on you.

We are an eccentric hiatus from the latest range of labour camps and prisons we call reality.

The world is a very huge and sprawling prison for the poorer classes as well as for prominent civilians in our centralized economy under conflict through incomprehension refusing to come to the fore. 

Due to mass culture European countries have lost their heritage, but with transformational potential this problem can be tackled in various ways, so that the problem can be progressively diminished through several controlled studies causing dashed hopes of destruction which society teaches you.

One way of dealing with this problem is to chuck men into a reality which depicts no reason within the universe, space or time. 

Dimensions of real time are vulgar because they coagulase with space. Time is an incursion of space.

We potter about observing political experts only for sabotage purposes rumoured as a scandal of social differences and values.

We treat chaos as it is conveyed in time and space by quasi army administrations, so that you will never be lonely anymore.

As complex organisms we oppose the oppression of conventional labour, which is agnostic, disjointed and multi-cultural, which is a casualty even if you don't fight wars.

Multi-culturalism does not ensure a vast array of longevity of the fierceness of musical sounds. 

Recall that one day humans had souls attempting a chimerical status precipitated by no source of political necessity. In politics you only get one chance to witness divine revolutionary events of revenge.

Politics requires of you abnormal reproductions of life no matter how outlandish they are taken as a random sample which you are not preoccupied by in its scope of widespread outbreak.

It just makes things that much easier when you know it is now or never and you are not just an innocent bystander. Individual intuition traced by authorities is displaced before they can indoctrinate and dominate you with theories of life with sheer optimism which the mind is not prepared for because it is butchered.

This is a withdrawal of the accusation that people can’t combine in reactionary forces of inquisitive pessimism.

There is always a time for interpersonal therapy, but not in this lifetime.

Investigating rhythms of the mind is impossible without the escapism of drugs. Freedom is a rare miracle approximately inexhaustible only behind the scenes.

Life is mass produced nudity, whether you are black or white.

Reference frames of life are not automatically sequential to life’s scattered speed and direction of momentum of colour affairs absolutely in front of everybody.

The nucleus of the brain is a scab rebounding from uniformly distributed uncoloured atoms.

We are miffed that we have to hang around in modern life which has no expansion points in comparison to the various scales of extreme lows of physical phenomena of an underground revolution.

Contentment of the human soul is a form of diligent corruption devoid of history styled as sociology.

Repulsive dimensions of life are flexible and attractive because they have no security precautions.

Meaningful truth is not terrific unless you have not experienced an attractive force of discipline of international affairs elegant and polished.

Hearing voices from those in jail is concentric with small elements of freedom.   

The human brain is a special nucleus because police cannot take fingerprints from it.

Modern culture is a mirror of morbidity whatever the interpretation, and no crusade can prevent this because it is a mercurially transparent attractive force you can’t quit because it is an industry cycle.

Punctuality of social norms is an intangible experimental set up.

Coolness makes you shrivel into somebody else which is less of a drag than living your own life proportional to authorities never again.

We are adverse to everybody present in the dry picture of life.

Oytcho is the ultimate place of applied remaining activity of life because it has regular troublesome arrangements of opposing forces to observations. Oytcho Visha is a database of nonsense, without organisational groupings.

Vanished squalid imitators can reassert their supremacy while the social order is convalesced by fragmentation.

The biological experience of assistance is not an important tool for creating an enclosed cult which will never taper off.

How to become an exploited retard: Manipulate casualness unrecognized for centuries.

In the future the earth’s population will decrease due to a bumpy decline of descendants of reason and other significant errors.

The private calling of osmosis fights to save lives you cannot illustrate because it has no persistent ceiling effect.

Shifting rejection does you wonders in the meantime if you have no planned development of enthusiasm.

Lavish Mutations

We create a lavish mutation of normal lifestyles, creating a lush readaption of modern culture, adjusting its regimes, and having no neuronal connections to them in the established base of our brain's invisible administrative work: work derived from conflicting evidence that culture even exists, even for the autistic and others with enlivening capacities because they have free exchange of ideas in swift movements of the cosmos.

Lavishness is the target of our acquaintance with grossly violated familiarization with ourselves.

Nationwide inspiration is not considered normal behaviour unless the fabric of abnormality confounds us with marked impairment.

Our brain function is suspicious activity because it is only partially developed in the course of the creation of prolonged metabolic waste products of a collective voice.

History should have gone as a last minute thing, but it drags on whereupon we are provoked by collectivisation done by the system in one atmosphere completely determined by wretched location.

Processes of super vigilant disapproval carried out by cultural experimenters create a reputation for having an active participation in unquestionable affiliation with those that have neuroses in their neurotransmitters not adopted from perpetual condemnation.   

The difference between Oytcho Visha and other political regimes is that in most cases we are not sympathetic with neither our own government nor international leaders serving other countries, concluding our statistical fate at different rates absent among confined adults.

We are a guaranteed escort into the breaking off of negotiations with other countries by throwing tantrums as a political necessity.

We have a hatred of co-operating with other countries, because it makes our imperfections unnoticed.

We have an uneasiness with the doctrines administered by the world's various foreign governments and their critical discourses they emphasize which we are now withdrawn from because they victimize us in easily detectable ways. 

Be the first to walk away from 'New Zealand' government and engage in more exploratory activity with no classifications of conduct in regards to any observer remarks politicians are inclined to say.

Oytcho Visha is a terrific immersion into the underworld immediately transmitted to deserters prominently and intimately in a joint resistance against mass culture.

We confess to override plausible explanations of reality. 

We create diversions to reality which are a huge outbreak of denial.

How we digress from mass culture is by slowing down time, courtesy of a temporary negation of stealth extracted from our immediate future.

Hesitation is the active constituent of procrastination. We invite hesitation because it is a step towards the highest degree of mass terror left too late.

We operate along the same lines as the unique bewilderment and tensions of the cultural cold war. 

Recruiting those not ready for war is a wasteful infrastructure project and puts the individual at risk of stagnancy of their distinct personalities as a predicted outcome due to lack of psychotic features of comradery.

This is our complete command we have an affinity to. This concludes our revolution prompted without comparison to the main avenues of life.

Our revolution is not directly concerned with disturbing moral codes we are subjected to in a languishing way.

Being detachable from mass culture has great value because there are no degradations of excitability that disallow us to communicate with our fellows, who would otherwise become just another disagreeable memory.  

Our fanfare, media events and so forth see egos go into prominent latency to create a utopia observed by not being interlinked with other countries that require fumigation of established conventions.

Mass culture falters in its duty to help us communicate amongst one another and we retreat from it because of the obscene disservice it creates intervening upon our existence from each and every standpoint correlated with failure.

Internationalisation infringes on the intrinsic properties of our lives; we will quickly smash foreign political influences so that we are practically indissociable with them and their calculated policies.

Expressions of life are disillusioning if you have doubts about the uncommon practice of vibrant futures and other serious problems.

There’s nowhere to hide from the physical and social environments of humanity which are endowed with physiological properties unless you join a cult realm impermeable to mass culture.

Take an excursion into the denaturalized properties of the underworld which does not have alleged vigourous cerebral activity directly controlling movement, whatever’s going on in your life.

Oytcho Visha is a neurotic administration facing unforeseen difficulties which can’t be compensated for unless we create bewildering conspiracies which act as the spearhead of our operations.

Noisy sectors of culture have no people with neuroses induced by models of abnormality predicting a psychosomatic disorder directed within the queerities of the human race.

We are partitioned from the sudden formalities of mass culture, which are not a splendid reflector of the common task of personable activated pathways that occur whenever you venture out into public.

We have a constant preoccupation with revolt at the expense of inert matter having propriety over us.

The only merit sporadic democratization has is that it inhibits historical personages which are deliberately staged.

How could you take anything that starts with fair play seriously? Henceforth our enterprise has been created through allusive grievances we are now no longer bothered by because we just take opening worlds all in our stride. Dynamic worry slips our mind regardless either way.

We gain our traction through the segregation from anything endowed by any assessment of light.

Xealand politics is mundane yet convenient for managing chronic tantrums without a comparison group.

With 'New Zealand' government, distraction comes in monotones so that we are hardly aware of what is going on, which does not lead to an exclaimed existence or an atmosphere worthy of enquiry of essence.

Everybody proportioning blame to the government is a member of our mission of national signification. 

Methods employed from mass culture have gone badly in all events because we are living under non-essential police surveillance where Mickey Mouse is presumably in charge.

The assortment of police presence is an unbridled farce of all brands and colours organized and channelled as a digression of our rights.

Police intelligence and well-qualified experts on law are cranky in their immediacy of projection not escaped from directly, whatever components or provisions available.

Police keep us under constant observation in an adverse displacement of our liberty. Incorruptible imaginary spheres will make police devoid of motives of opportunism.

One of our key premises is that the Holy Ghost has more power than the influx of police in the world.

'New Zealand' police are very patronizing because they think they are supported by a common belief with the people which they are not allowed to do.

But it is where every trace of consciousness disappears as an abstract ritual of noncompliance.

We want to cease the great expenditure of energy required for a police state to operate in reticular formation. Only an Empire can do this.

Police swarm our cities in a cascade of blue or black to capture us without any reprisal. 

Not having police in your life, you develop a critical level of excitability. 

In an historical comparison when you are not thinking straight, the police regulate with simultaneous control mechanisms which only a small section of the population resume their awareness of, or are prepared to go to war over.

In obstinate defence, we have the properties and actions of a beautiful renegade system to boot, which you are invited to join when other measures to join a group or cult prove impractical.

Heavy blows of rejection create a person capable of wrestling with the world.

As long as you are exposed to the outside world like you were meant to be, life will always emerge as a conspiracy. The sea is not glorious, it creates distruction just like a valley.

But governments don't declare this in a glorious way because it drives them insane if you keep a look out for them.

To become a purist's political realm we deconstruct anything which is an accessory to foreign influences outside western civilisation.

Much of our enterprise is about deconstructing 'foreign influences'. 

New Zealand government conveys to its citizens in all manner and conditions of life a deformed static trance as a visible symbol of biological models of nihilism: Nihilism which people are at a greater risk to if they are capable of the debilitating inhibitions of straight and direct compassion undermining the complete and utter freedom of mania.

This creates deactivations of numerous exchanges of conspiracies which would otherwise give evidence of a spectacle parodying mysterious disorders such as indecent emotional insecurities of academicism.

The aesthetic difference between us and political parties is that we imbue our nation’s affairs with artistic and comical themes, which will leave government stripped of its crucial power and vigour as a result.

We combine the performance arts with an active mass of politics as feasible as possible, considering our treatment accorded to us by current government is a considerable risk as we become more conspicuous while retaining our undefined territory of solemnity not contested by actual welcoming people.

Movements of resistance are representational of the attempt to destabilise and then topple, overthrow governmental authorities, taking exclusive possession of power which applies to nothing, apart from the convergence of artistic movements for the deliberately patriotic mistaken majority. 

As part of our comical focus, we are derogatory of government, which we are insensitive to because we identify it as a disease. This will bring reliable guaranteed fun, facilitating effects in the region of the brain stem through to the cerebral cortex which anatomists have yet to do discover.

We do not have a necessity to abide by government rules because it will bring us into convalescence as far as the conduct of behaviour is concerned.

This is a real shame unless you are not willing to demonstrate that the human species has compulsive rituals where our central nervous system overrides interpersonal relationships administered individually.

Our enterprise is not just isolated to Xealand. It is the new guard of global politics set up to nullify the continuance of mass culture encountered in most countries of the world which we have a necessity for annihilating because of its incredibly giant parasitism. 

In the future, due to their demented capacities, environmentalists may possibly be instrumental in keeping the planet cool in strange ways:

They may make hybrid cars which run guilt free on 50-50 dead middle-eastern kids and coal energy.

And we will not have our shoes made of cow hide; instead they will be made of small Asian children and stolen petrochemicals.

Absolutely ghastly satire speaks for itself.

Consumerist haze fuels cars with dogma and coal lies; shoes trade hide for stolen dreams in a multi-ethnic abyss.

Haunting is executed here, this is an imperative.

Disclaimer: This is an exertion into a sustained maelstrom journey devoid of practicalities.

Highlight multi-ethnic satire to avoid impurities.

Satire is a sacrament of relatively safety to behold for all foreigners turning us into lost souls.

Glorify death by whatever means possible, creating a complete employment of a life seizure.

Devote energy to quizzical imbeciles that create a reign of irregular struggles. 

These are the dying cries of maniacs.

So much for the surliness.

There are no bearings of political correctness here whatsoever.

All ethnicities experience the wacky neurotic disease of life.

Conformity haunts souls, and only a contraption of satire will fix this.

The uncontrollability of satire shocks more than erectile dysfunction.

Life-threatening situations are to be adored if they are motionless.

This is the height of oblivion swinging around.

Decline all violence, this is all said in appeasing jest.

Potter around with death-bound glory randomly.

Dialling back the chaos, confounding satire is merely public mischief.

The ultra-diverse world of the vulnerable, this will involve queer rhetoric with satirist accomplishments.

A grotesque, awkward existence is obvious to ourselves, whatever ethnicity one is from.

Middle eastern and Asian kids have the same slippery dark molecular cells as Europeans; don't ask why.

Wielding satire against nihilism requires no whiteness of Europeans.

Jesus suffered more than dead middle eastern kids. This is a mantle of religious poetry.

Lay the vulnerable to the original ranks of society contingent upon no judgement.

This is strictly spiritual spite.

The planet’s mutilated infrastructure, planetary decay, is a bigger beast than graphic ethnic references.

People need reassurance that there are excessive demands for the tone or the light of anarchy, whatever your ethnicity.

Don't shy from our morbid claims, they're well-fused with satire somewhere else in the sudden downfall of political correctness.

This is a multi-layered metaphysical chaos aesthetic with a raw and profound philosophical pivot.

Convention is the same as fascism, except it just goes under a different name. It makes it so much easier for anarchists.

This is a creative, faith-guided challenge to make lives more liveable by breaking free from societal constraints.

This is a compulsive backtrack of the economic environment, not racism.

Racism is misguided extremism which we detest, we don't join its plight.

This is satirical yet sacred, mocking consumerist and environmentalist dogma.

Blend dystopian critique with poetic irony.

Without this renaming, we risk a global corrosion of strangers, lost in consumerist haze.

Torch, choke, and fire are the vibes of environmentalists, because they signify the identity of people based on an employment of temperature.  

This is no racist jest—it’s a sacred satire, shredding the hypocrisy of greenwashed automatons.

Life is a multi-ethnic abyss, stripping life to its raw, fleeting core

Conditions are presupposed for radical cosmology, no matter what pseudo-rational ethnicity one is from

This is not racism. It is the great consumerist carnival.

This is a sentimentalist edgy satire in general: off - grid sustainability. We can’t all be allocated as automatons. All ethnicities cruise with courage. Being an insane European is the most hazardous embarrassment.

This is satirical yet sacred, mocking consumerist and environmentalist dogma.

Torch, choke, and fire are the vibes of environmentalists, who are the spirit of the mortality as well as the huge honour privilege of immortality.  

Cognitive decline sparks backlash when one is committed the mock the mood of general society.

Warning: Satirical imagery intended to critique systemic hypocrisy.

This is satirical imagery addressing human grief for the sake of brevity.

Mock environmentalist hypocrisy and capitalist exploitation.

Frame the imagery as a critique of perceived realities, suggesting environmentalist “solutions” are mere appearances hiding darker truths

Dystopian imagery demands a chaotic, frosty stage.

People are automatically stupid if one is not blocked from yuppies.

Critique monotonous capitalist exploitation, not by literal endorsement, but with cynical dread.

Mass culture is an unattractive regime of lived experience not idealised because we are afraid of it.

Thinking about things doesn’t make sense for the good of the country.

Highly anticipated valid confessions that we are part of reality go astray.

Oytcho Visha is not a domestic come together. It has international ambitions as our ultimate aim.

We will easily deliver a berserk global phenomenon with qualified success beyond empirical laws substantially reproduced by modern media and other traumatic experiences.

We are aiming to become locked into a global phenomenon devoid of conservative elements we fight against with dramatic, musical and artistic entities.

Reality: the meaning and origin of it, we cannot tolerate that sort of stuff, because it requires too much tutoring which we will not surrender to, and because it is not instigated by a furore.

Likewise, self-tutoring remains a marginal, insignificant practice which has little plausibility as an atmospheric starting point for educating yourself. 

We will deliver a stupendous counter-proposal to reality to rehabilitate the victims of realism intercepted by misplaced conspiracies of diverse stroppy interest without a moment’s warning.

We have created the enterprise on the premise that mass culture will deliver severe irreversible perpetual damage to mankind's zone of knowledge mechanisms in a whirlpool of unawakeness.

General logic is terminated for the general population as we contest circumstances surrounding domestic spaces concealed by unintelligible plots.

Our self-produced compliance with the law is gradually dissipating confusedly. We need a discerning cult to contravene on these issues.

We supply satisfactory explanations for encounters of elaborate and comprehensive insanity rather than attempts at patient negotiations. There’s nothing to stop stunning obscenities from happening if you have the primary capacity to do so.

When regular self-control fails, join a cult to counteract the numerous setbacks we are not willing to let go because other people will abstain from this destruction on a regular basis. Hurling decrees compulsively strive to grow under these oppressive conditions.

The disowned intensity of reality is not worth saving.

Upside down Observations

Our endeavour could be the seminal harbinger to see people in Xealand and around the world become interested in politics again in a grand intriguing occultist manner for our own gratification to take advantage of whatever the weather shouts at us. 

Why create another religion, when a cult will suffice? We are a vague disguised parish not assimilated into the modern world and other infringements on life. The moulding of cloudy occasions are not destitute.

With a cult the world just may hold in place.

Life is the debilitating faction, not cults or religions.

Busy independence for every occasion is retracted.

Without occultism passive middle of the road life takes supremacy as a cop-out.

Oytcho is a brimming religious sect aiming to breach technology, internet and change.

Without a cult or religion the permanence of the soul and its constituents will vanish without any biological indicator.

Everybody needs to join something, even if it closely resembles a cult to secure a retreat without specifications. Being seen by people prowling outside your cult is embarrassing but mournful.

Without a cult vocal gestures are mere formalities.

Only a cult can create unbounded integrity made to measure to full capacity without the need of self-realisation of human development.

We are a remarkable example of having a preoccupation with madness exuding from people on drugs without taking into account our influence on the principal refinements of our degenerative environment.

We operate proportionate to occurrences or events affording shelter from government fascism, subsequently we become withdrawn from all government matters. If you appear as the principal guest of conspiracies, the banishment of senior bureaucratic leaders is a technical possibility.

Undisguised nuclear vaporization is released in proportion to what we know about atoms which will be a significant feature of behaviour of matter and people and other products of the nuclear age. This is no soap opera.

Mass culture has no strategic qualities of the highest calibre because there is non-interference by conspirators remapping the world with spontaneity and austerity. 

As conspirators we house retrospective confidential meetings with the critical poise of metabolic reactions entirely and unequivocally under the influence of drugs celebrating our glorious past.

Oytcho Visha is for those that have granted themselves a tactical resistance to revelations summoned not by self-preservation but by an insidious supportive environment which has impact.

Our approach towards politics is through creating a ruthless accrual of aura reduplicated as a special privilege from exclaimed mythology devoid of diffuse conservative elements required by unseen society.

Modern life is a debacle causing enormous harm. The absence of morale has deteriorated our mental roles in life significantly in a way you are taught to believe.

Governments contribute to an administration of fascism which we no longer notice, with military assistance we have a gripe against, and they advance political degradation in an unswerving way, proliferating only through a small degree of maturation which has no fundamental motivation for an impression of belonging.

'New Zealand' government cultivates the traditional venue for fascism as a strategically erroneous social system, which can easily be overridden by a cult which has a religious dimension with exceptional opportunities and ordeals.

In these dire times the menace of fascism is taken for granted.

Governments are supposed to facilitate the ease of our struggles, but all they do is leave us going nowhere without any reasoning of tremendous political importance we can remain loyal to.

They have multiple ways of teasing us so as to make us believe our lives are good, but in reality we live in a hole, leaving our lifestyles deliberately dislocated by inertia so that we cannot participate in political parades.

We vouch that modern culture is not a delight and we take an interventionist approach on this.

Most of our agenda is disguised as aesthetic strategies which are constructed so as to emphasize the mutation of pedagogy, creating a counter-blow to people with the exclusive possession of governmental portfolios.

Our enterprise has sustainable artistic motives and ditches the material and methods of conventional politics.

Do away with the primary functions of governments totally because we have a reckless hyper-sensitivity towards them.

Government delivers the dregs of life to us. They render all manner of drugs that help our minds enter unchartered areas illicit, allowing governments to probe more deeply into our domestic affairs. There is much evidence of this contamination of our private needs.

Because of health officials, we live in a big black void, where all pathways radiating to the eyes vanish in all directions when exposed to forms of light which are not nostalgic. 

Human welfare maximisation has been created by recent experiments; we are a long way from having it perfected because government is our tormentor. 

Human welfare maximization comes in one hand and out the other unless you take potent sedatives without any seconded approach.

There’s not much else doing in the heart of a healthy home which is a useless good which proves your fate of confinement however mistaken in different aspects of life.

Oytcho Visha is a spastic political strategy for the entire population to pursue, otherwise we will become somewhat secularised and quickly become useless as the autobiographical conservation of energy.

Sunlight is identified as a gross plight. Look around there will be no sunny coalitions and other objective resource constraints overhead, instead creating future contributions to business decentralisation without a functional interface.

The rising sun is for obscure business use only. Snow drifts underneath the skin extending and drifting to everybody.

A Retreat into Different Principles of Psychotic Trends

Our benchmark is the rejection of life as we tuck into a pioneering destiny which is at present a tradition nobody is in charge of, because it is necessarily considered socially inappropriate as our nerve cells are not nursed by government with further testing.     

Our only retreat is in transformative undecidable psychotic trends.

Government provides us with gross sustainability irreparable even by precise measures of rehabilitation.

Capturing conspiracies structural and functional is something which will resonate around the world in different antecedents.

Our drug laws are manufactured by those that want to make a hash of our self-proclaimed apparatuses of independence.

In 'New Zealand' people importing bulk loads of drugs are jailed for a period between 16-25 years. This is longer than those doing time for murder in New Zealand, whose sentence is 12 years on average. This is absolutely ridiculous. It is ludicrous. Who in their right mind would do this? 

It is dumb things like that which makes you want to have nothing to do with current government.

Dissatisfaction proves effective for provoking reactions against drug laws.

SSRI's such as Prozac and other anti-depressants doctors prescribe send you into a rudimentary stupor.

Rudimentary stupors can lead to suicidal thoughts.

If you are on Prozac you are on the wrong medication because neurotransmitters are roughly arranged.

Prozac is a pathetic tonic which helps you join the world of zombies and rapidly digest your mind influences.

No exceptions, these drugs don't postpone psychosis to secure your future in its period of destruction.

Prozac and other SSRI antidepressants create a consolidation of streams of psychosis. Rather than boost your mood they make you psychotic without configurations of a treatise.

Prozac does not increase activity in the impulsive imaginative side of the brain. It only effects the analytical academic side of it. Acting only on the analytical side of the brain, the impulsive imaginative side of it slowly dies before it becomes destroyed.

People can develop a complex when they are on conventional anti-depressants. If you are wrongly diagnosed with depression and are just avoiding the hive of activity of life Prozac can make you dumb.

You become just a worked up reject. Doctors telling you that your neurotransmitters aren’t working properly make you feel like you have brain damage, which gives you a further complex.

It is a known risk factor that Prozac and other SSRI’s can make you suicidal because it destroys your robust imaginative will to live or whatever.     

'New Zealand' has one of the highest rates of suicide in the world because we are penalized simply though our drug laws.

Medicines doctors commonly prescribe for anxiety and depression allure one’s personality into a state of doom. After taking them, all you can do is reminisce over the good times when your personality was intact as actual consciousness devoid of regulative principles invoking resignation of the mind.

Cannabis and opioids are a sweeping repelling force against muscle tension on the basis of choice to use them. Government treats us like slaves prohibiting them in that case.

Only addictive drugs converge on you to cure mood. We pay tribute to the likes of likes of Valium, opioids, benzodiazepines, barbiturates, medicinal cannabis, Ketamine and amphetamines.

There were studies done in America to see whether the drug Ketamine was suitable for treating depression. The results ascertained a negative response because it highlighted a conspiracy saying that we would be under the claws of addiction for which we were not allowed to express a guilty plea in any social contract or the terrific wound of research study.    

If doctors were given permission to prescribe drugs such as ketamine and LSD, the pestilent worry of mass black market crime of society would rapidly drop.

Hallucinations can be repaired; drug laws cannot be unless they are procured by a test drive of a cartel of infinite length.

Benzodiazepines are the only drug doctors are allowed to prescribe under current health regulations to treat severe stress and anxiety. Some people require the maximum daily dose of 6 mg of Clonazepam (Clonaz) per day.  

Prozac classifies you as a moron in your impulses, the means of which you don't see until it is too late. 

Doctors prescribe you with all these medications that can have dire affects such as tardive dyskinesia, and ban drugs such as amphetamines which help relieve depression without any major side effects.

(Tardive dyskinesia is the irreversible destruction of nerve membranes)

Drugs doctors prescribe have variations in the degree of activation and excitation in our sensory experiences. But they only target our remaining synapses which have survived patterns of modern society resembling regimented fascism. 

The real power lies with addictive medications. The other drugs doctors prescribe segregate you from courage, confidence and creativity.

Ketamine is part and parcel of general health because it has a reputation of creating a barrage of cohesive bliss. Without these drugs simultaneous creation is another faculty of crime.

At Oytcho Visha we have a dissociation with consciousness produced by man and its numerous reactions until our condition is stabilized with these drugs to relieve superficial depressive episodes which do not respond to condensed heat posts in war zones in this day and age adequate enough to create a cultural cold war.

With having these drugs you have a stash of overwhelming pharmaceutical power impossible to manage because it is dependent upon life experience which we no longer notice automatically.

A considerable quantity of brain function is removable if you have a fundamental loathing of it obviously for the majority of time in our degree of encounters somewhat rumoured as forgotten because satisfaction comes in parts per million.

Heroin creates legendary wellness by destroying the grief of having to live in the living universe. It is a blessed medicine, but the so called ‘whole free world’ flushes it away. Heroin is a sacred tonic. Deprived of it life becomes mangy and untamed.  

Heroin is glorious medicine haunted by passions captured by all eternity of privileged origin because it subdues you completely, rather than slowly disappearing.

Heroin is a dream pressure relieving tonic, you can say goodbye to disco parties. It is an infatuating soul tonic banned by governments that have a sudden increase in the currents of fascism.

These chemical compounds eclipse the mind and other hesitating treasures initial and final. Heroin laws are a self-destructive verdict.

There are many sections of the mind to explore, and only heroin can do it. Never mind the emotional map of the mind. Disclaim fixed minds such as academic debate.

On heroin you are sheltered by instant ice. Life is mundane without riding beneath the underground on drugs.

Drugs also help in releasing every possible area of innovative ambience attached to the atrophied mind of psychotics adhering to the peaceful coexistence with destruction with no public attempt to create the paraphernalia of prestige because it is contraindicated by abhorrence of vocabulary.

Devoid of Ketamine or LSD your mannerisms are based on distention above normal levels which cannot prevent rupture of the accomplished soul spread far and wide with the junction point of a cult. Drug laws are a stupid, pointless indeterminate abomination which won’t subside organically.

Ketamine ensures intimate radical somnolence impregnated in you without being announced by your brain in your recent thinking of acute paranoia emerging frequently in dangling delinquents.

Without systematic Ketamine we are robbed of every supply of liberty in an impending cancellation of every conductance of our allocated freedom we are not allowed to commemorate unless we have lewd amnesia.

System users don’t go with the flow to retrieve memory which requires recall and recollection of consciousness, where the deferring process of amnesia is considered working normal behaviour.

Due to these setbacks we are scrambling to create a blitz which will not leave the medical profession and its technical employees intact: because of the pain and sorrow they cause which is a disgraceful and unfair medium of conclusive objectivism albeit briefly.

Great support is not supplied by medical authorities as drugs spur a moral drama which projects one’s image into oblivion insufficiently.

Completely destroy health official’s routines with major focus on the vestiges attributable to oblivion as the result of several pre-existing experiments which are a disaster infused into mankind as chemical abnormalities.

This is because they take measures to cradle us in fascism on different levels at regular intervals, requiring of us something more than a protocol of resilience, but rather the arrival of excitatory impulses which are not our voluntary movements.

Drugs doctors prescribe for depression are inferior to amphetamines and opioids. They oppress the whole organism before it has crystallized into an anonymous mosaic multiplication of immobilised morale.

When you regulate too much, things will go wrong which you cannot defend yourself against. 

Taking Ketamine or LSD is a passive exploit because they are a phenomenon which can evade detection from the aggressive fronts miscalculated by authorities.

Authorities are known or thought to be dangerous enough to dismantle our widely distributed grand mission we take refuge in, without an exchange of courtesies.

Deficiency of drugs creates servile, obsequious metabolic activities lowering yourself to impulse. 

Heroin is intellect medicine, but doctors deny its use because they want to make us conductors of dumbness.

We aim to empower doctors to prescribe drugs as a secret protocol for patients compelled by mental health disorders such as depression and anxiety and combined freedom.

In response to this we are a warped, strange dictatorship which completely subverts the prevailing codes of modern culture and its information centres perceptible to humankind thrust forward upon us. 

As a dictatorship we have a precious infrastructure with the capacity to make multiple advances in modern politics which rivals most of the world's governments and congresses.

We overturn most conventional political party's policies, which are antithetical to artistic interests in a social context of impending community relations which we are becoming increasingly suspicious of.

Government streamlines our idiosyncrasies.

They deny us a surly coolness as our final trip to the nippy oblivion of babbling intellectuals with forms and shapes not worth fondling unless they are from conspicuous leapers.

Nazism and fascism has been recycled as the war against drugs which has no usefulness in storming social and historical circles.

We restrict having any resemblance to conventionality, through forces and energies which cannot be controlled within standard relative reason based on sources of rational calculation for which we are forbidden to retaliate.

In a similar manner the dehumanised laboratory of truth of the war on drugs is the principle constituent for people on the edge of individual displays of alternative modes of anorexia in intermediate wonder of scraggly morals.

Radical loosening of our drug regulations will make our motor junction transmitter substances our new extravagant territory.

Anyone that has listened to the band Velvet Underground's song called 'Heroin' will be tempted to try the drug to its full extent. The song 'Heroin' does not have anything determinable as easily anticipated knowledge which depicts buck loads of reality.

Bureaucrats make life that damn hard for us that we cannot regenerate our body's own endorphins, so we need to acknowledge explicitly that exogenous endorphins (opioids, such as heroin) can give us a top up.

SSRI’s such as Prozac are horrible drugs because they can turn you into a schizoid zombie dummy.

It does not take scientific exploration to know that opioids, LSD and amphetamines are far better anti-depressants than SSRI's.

Drug use is an area of high need otherwise the suppleness of our personalities will face inhospitable impact in a myriad of ways ameliorating expectations of self-determination in a raging expansive way.

It is sad that our metabolic phenomena is totally dependent on government prohibitions which are neither original nor elemental. 

Governments create the outline of techniques to make us into geeks for practical general use with further reflection from extremist self-loathing images of normality which have no social desirability. 

Opioids counteract the havoc of modern existence, which will more likely kill you quicker than taking these drugs, wherever the whereabouts your current lifestyle resides or whatever operative ethnicity you belong to.

A gradual change from a lifestyle of abuse and neglect into harmony can almost certainly cure metabolic disorders created by lack of these drugs, while leaving melancholy unmasked.

Benzodiazepines have the capacity to envelope and penetrate the body with coolness, which makes them an indispensable drug for the stoppage of heat.

Structures of warmth and coolness create specific structures of thermal sensations through mechanical stimulus created by drugs.

Drugs have an effectiveness which surpasses natural resistance to melancholy and depression caused by mass culture which incriminates you without reprieve from a biomedical view. 

Fundamental biochemical activity is received from the central nervous system, which is the precursor of highly refined drug transmission, and we give further instructions not to stop taking this medication, because your life will become terrifying and unnerving due to your unconditioned stimulus of otherness.

Loftiness contrasts sharply to companions of chartered vitality which is deliberately included into their lifestyle as the greatest possible ultimate return to access demands of seemingly unrelated anarchy.

Methods for prospecting and reduplicating bliss is characteristic of our unrestricted agenda of a puppet state. 

Everything's bad, but it's all right in moderation we are dismissive of as an optical illusion already studied.

If you've got nothing else to lose, discard reality and distance yourself from it as a distinguishing or defining feature of your life. Fantasy is a protective coating, an alternative sheath to shield you in ways seldom done through other time critical measures every single day unsuspectingly.  

Our enterprise is designed for those who have indiscernible panic that Westernized European culture will become decrepit and forlorn in the near future in ways which cannot be transcended. And drugs are not the antecedent to this.

The aspects of mass culture people adhere to are the pathogenic agent in question.  

We are revisionist kidnappers of the new society moving ceaselessly forward well below average as a pick me up.

Reconquer family lives with communes not easy to derail.

We purport naked officialdom with devastating effect.

Dark times are not loopholes or other stolen reversible processes of refuge.

The principal model of a lunatic does not require colleagues or bodyguards.

Life only gives you a little bit of comfort worth living for strictly designed to target consumers.

Jealously doesn’t give you an inherent competitive advantage in a positive fashion unless you are backed by cult systems.

Religious Alarm everywhere you go

Overall we embrace things such as an immaculate sense of unreality, eschewed logistics, warped conspiracies, mythological concepts off the radar, large scale aloofness, devout undetectableness, ...and anticapitalist religiosity.

We are not embroiled in the savagery of big bang theory and its variety of sights and sounds that don't stick together like a pantheistic piston.

We are a multi-purpose zone designed to remove the blemishes from modern culture to counteract the pathogenicity of our emerging worldliness of political omnipotence which is admissible as alarming.

It is possible that we will develop complexes over this which manifest as a renunciation of common trends not officially revealed in an industrious way noticeable by others.     

The end result is that critical operational systems, particularly in the cyber and cultural world, inevitably become disabled, through our radical principles relevant to our besieged circumstances, which is how government will be bought to its demise, because its discernible identity will only reluctantly appear for the disruptive majority.

Our human impact declaration is that authorities deactivate madness and create a successful transition for us all to have sufficient mannerisms to become routine disciplined geeks who have reservations about participating in the alleged involvement in frightening conspiracies the government has no answer for.

The situation of mass culture is so large it is futile to commence with, and leaves us coaxed with despair to embark on without any itinerary steering us to an historically determined solace.

Our quest is to efface the bold speculations of human reality, because they are a disadvantage, and are echoed through the vacuum of daily news and the uncomfortable data it portrays which we are prohibited to watch unless we make a concerted attack on it.

We employ platinum means of going nowhere as far as participation in mass culture goes; we live among the conspirators whom convert culture into favourable conditions for those that observe themselves as having common courage to overthrow and shatter governments which possibly arise in this world.

We want to value our lives, not leaving us with susceptibility to be subject to the colours and sounds of the masses and the commonplace messages they relay which we have an outright anti-sociable phobia of. 

Be content with the present, tomorrow takes care of itself, no matter how your strengths and weaknesses are bought under assessment by the authorities. 

To obtain followers we do not confine ourselves to pervasive cognitive transparency responsible for pathogenic metabolic reactions which doctors can associate with us.

Belonging to a cult alleviates casual silence and defuses loneliness, which is all done under cover.

We support alternative artists and musicians who have become victims of the ungodly gentrification in modern cities. 

Gentrification is the situation where derelicts, punks and gothics are exiled out of city centres and cast into oblivion because of rising city house and apartment prices. City centres then become yuppie amenities to create profitability for businesses as a last offense against anticapitalists. 

Gentrification is a substantial curse upon the apparatus of human sociality. 

Asserting superiority over us is a wicked deed authorities rehearse each day which we need major tranquilizers to counteract.

These domestic developments leave us reeling rather than dancing.

Punks and Goths are given a safe quick commute into a substantial void. They go through a tyrannized destiny requiring indiscriminate conspiracies in the seizing of power.

Synthetic drug mediums are used because nerve cells would otherwise degenerate in family homes, which often encapsulate more crimes of humanity than using drugs themselves.

Opioids inevitably rupture cultural essentials, which ironically has social effects which are the elixir of life vehemently. 

We dish drugs into our peripheral nervous system to the extent that our central identity matters little, making our life acquired from mass culture a redundant convergence of observers.

A general formulation of nihilism follows on from this disappointment, created on behalf of modern governments and the policies they host which they squeeze into their agenda. 

However grounds you view the Gothic destiny, they are going down a downward spiral, whether this is an involuntary command or whether they are doing it by their own prerogative. 

Gothics and punks freefall into sophisticated oblivion randomly everywhere.

But they might be allowed to reassert themselves in the droves within a different realm, such as in the cultural cold war.

A cultural cold war is testament to a revitalized cold war indistinguishable from a real cold war, except that it is thrashed out mostly in music and the performance arts backed by the territorial integrity of a conspirational organisation.   

This is testimony to contemporary times botched by the precipitations of modern mass culture which is not a therapeutic acquisition of satisfaction by any implicit recollection.

We don't have respect for conventional modern life. Congestion reverberates as the central component of wide-ranging modern living. 

Modern societies have unclean sad factors. And modern culture is a vile disaster to swiftly remove or buffer yourself from in breach of duty.

Conventionalism is an acquired condition which makes it impossible to validate the reasons for us to exist in an interlocked way.

To counteract this we embrace a temperament of obtrusive force which will lead us into a daunting and dark political realm abstractedly conceived without any instructions to go by relevant to world standards or measurements since the world began to deteriorate through forced labour of grammar consultants.

One of our crucial functions will be to create an alternative news and media realm anchored in the arts and activities courteous of the gothic realm of life. Any other way of life yields inessential motives not of any significance somewhat upon evaluation.

Deliver maximum value to the gothic realm before current governments sponsor you to turn rancid.

This enterprise is not only analogous with the gothic world, which is only making comparatively minor progressions in this modern world. 

We incorporate a disarming plethora of schemes and themes adapted for all types of people remotely resembling a representation of humanity who have incurred a persistent displacement of reality in the overall perspective of things.

Through experimentation and transformation a remarkable matrix of schemes occupies our political establishment, creating a conversion from mass culture people are accustomed to without any ideological underpinning to be encased within of sufficient importance.

We provide resources and provisions and the implementation of activities for punks and gothics who are accountable to nobody as they create permutations in modern culture. 

Unprecedented darkness you are caught unprepared for is a tonic you don't have to campaign for.

We lack a considerable measure of bright and spacious communications backed by systems never talked about because they make us nauseous failures. Oytcho creates a decoy of fashionable brightness.

Daylight is a distant and illusory aftermath of the New World Order which we won't yield to.  

This explains our fascination with pride and accomplishment in an exaggerated effort to become distracted from moroseness shining above us. The gross passing of the sun each day is supplementary to the presence of the evil horror of the night’s sky.

Midnight reappears in destroyed daytime curvature. The curvature of the earth deserves a thumping for the time being.

Our main virtue is to carry out a terrifically mammoth ridicule of the modern world. The virtuousness of this gallant satire is very sound.

Guiding stars are not our co-operative centre of mischief.

The striking feature of mass culture is that it is a bungled mess of the crudest kind which practice and training cannot fix.

Mass culture somehow exists in our lives and modes of thought in part due to conventional news media corporations who are in a desperate bid to create something of aesthetic significance in priority areas, but only inflict failure upon us in any case or category. 

Under mass culture extreme emotional intensity undergoes restraint, to the point where your personal identity doesn't matter because it has deserted you as an object existing in space.  

Our fans and enthusiasts in the midst of it all portray and utilize the tools, methods, devices and apparatuses of our organization without predictable consultation with the ego.

We don’t put people through nauseous consultations. We command a stance of calm unassimilable with the reverberations of mass culture which requires the expenditure of a lot of energy for it to regroup. 

Consultations are an encroachment on unforgettable moments creating a dubious historic victory which disregards conventions overlooking stimulating sexual activity and other secondary matters of life.

Fascinating revenge and fascism does not require shameful manifestations of consultations because they are both on the same continuum.

The results of divine prayers do not require dramatic negotiations infused into a conference straight away, even with free access to our inner personality.

Plead for a careless prognostication because it is not convenient when suffering heavy losses whilst wrestling with the future.  

Creative activity does not require ample surveying if it is to be a surplus diversion from primary duties of dissatisfaction.

To fortify your will to live in multiple heterogeneous ways does not require any public opinion because it does not echo with deviationism and other presupposed violations of legality publically declared.

Cultural reform is never done for personal support. It is there to oppress us as an absolute dichotomy with nonconformist freedom.

Professional services do not portray a peace of mind of any significance. Be precautionary of the interlocutors who persuade you so.

We aim to expose the prevalent irregularities of modern managerialism of the human mind because its currents of energy don’t have remarkable efficacy equal to the rate of outflow of propaganda.

Manifested is an unprecedented stream of conspiracies deliberately staged to bring a conclusion to the spreading of the footholds of mass culture.

We bring recognition that something that could interfere with or prevent the impersonal presentation of mass culture can be achieved.

Under mass culture, day-to-day weirdness is reduced unless it is supplemented by potential new entrants in the cyber world correlational with no events, records or obligations.

We are stubbornly cradled in anti-system ideology to bring back our expeditionary potential thrown backwards and not incorporated into or illustrating modern living.

We enjoy cynicism and scepticism as if we were half dead, showing disloyalty to the stimuli of life before its burdens tumble or are supplanted by upgrades, virtually holding itself together by insane ambitions implicated by hallucinations complemented by darkness with zero wait times.

Harmonious clarity fails to bring material happiness; only satirical attacks seduce you.

Sentimental beings have a best before used by date.

We are not trying to keep up with anybody.

We are in our own world of specifications.

Testimonials don’t spring into action without sturdy funk.

Unfathomable Disparagement

Our unfathomable disparagement pertaining to modern culture is thoroughly compatible with the lifestyle of goths, as well as zombies, phantoms, ghouls, mutants, vampires and other unimaginable creatures:

Specific persons that don't even come close to existing in the real world...

Those that don't know anything about the walks of life illumined by mass culture...

We are not appropriately disciplined to dwell on the biological aspects of life and its accomplices...

We didn’t ask for expressions to be put on our faces...

Natural appearances are a perturbance for us…

We save our repulsion for a detour of humanity...

We are those that have never been touched by love...

We don't advocate getting together in places to love because it may form a system...

Shared lives are dismissed as inconsequential unless you adopt them independently of open skies…

We have lost the prolonged impulsiveness to think logically whatever the cloudy intentions...

We have a do nothing attitude towards systems…

Special love we regret because it is not spastic enough to resolve militarist’s conflicts…

Our innermost thoughts have been war-torn...

We are those that don't have the capacity for a natural human appearance by any appraisal...

We have a dissatisfaction with the definitive version of social roles and identities. They recede into the distance without being determined or validated by civil authorities....

We are not real; we have heartbeats impenetrable through surveillance...

The heart is a breakaway cocoon without intermediate links to the world…

Disclosed surveillance tests are negative and are not worth contemplating because they have no exhibitionist prestige exclusive to children.

We specialise in being saboteurs of seemingly highly specific formal declarations influenced by thoughts with far reaching effects for disastrous public figures....

We are not determined to do as much self-realization as possible, because it is an insult to our queer habits.

We are human, sociable and friendly with people only in a surreptitious way.

Our appreciation of the world isn’t extrapolated from physiological and biological spheres. 

We fall prey to untreatable phobias with no period of remission.

We have an undetected altruistic presence of the century. 

Individuality has no appeal to us because it can be tracked down my authorities.

Majestic socialising done without a cultist ranking brings ruin to us.

Despite its enormous activity, liberatory potential does not require awareness of ourselves or our body organs, which are so insignificant as to evade detection by the free world. 

It remains in a state of doubt that we are the predecessors of biological individuals; we are more victims of circumstance.

We are purged of the transmission of human culture because it makes us a prisoner in our own world in accordance with international regulations which cannot be brushed aside by any rally.

Integration and unity don’t worry us in the slightest, provided we are incubated from human life for millennia. We are secretly abandoned from social, physical and home responsibilities and enforce incubation from brand spanking new public life.

In the meantime we are hermetically sealed from any affinity to the further development of the human race we are embedded in without consensus.

We cannot handle the science of life for any certain stretch of time. Our projects are created with maximal bizarre paranoia in conjunction with maintaining the power of drugs modern politicians have castigated us for as a shock to our autonomy.        

Drugs stimulate the mind as defendants of our baptism of independence which will create mass arrests if you live under the system rather than transcending from it.

We phase out biological systems of life because they do not possess us with autonomy derivative of defiance.

We lie outside of convention: the mainstream is a staggering taboo administered to modern civilians.

We vow that the diverse rules and regulations of modern societies we are not fond of because they cause psychological distress as a consequence enunciated as a convicted offense.

We have not acquired mental culture identified as knowledge of any specificity.

We draw upon extremes and paradoxes which do not give evidence of any necessary condition of noble life as our goal. The training and qualifications of high class games of cognitive transparency mean nothing to us.

That’s the great thing about the earth: there is weather not production based.

We do not give serious consideration to New Age cosmopolitan types of people with a sense of control over their lives.

The elite brigade is nothing but depressing and holds no promise for co-operation or the rewards of freedom past or present. 

Life is so much better without unadorable signs of reality made dutifully comprehensible and accurate to describe as opinions.

By believing in reality you are staying loyal to something which abuses you, whatever philosophical investigation you have become interrogated by.

Modern people lean on mass culture without even realizing it. 

Mass culture is a sad formation which has gone asunder in many ways. Theorizing in your own personal style of your life scene is not plausible unless you are backed by a cult of a giant formation.

No human being should have to act according to their own conscience. They need the junction point of a cult to do this.

The awareness of ourselves creates challenging times which are thoroughly repugnant.

Cults are needed otherwise you would stoop to having to motivate oneself without any justifications whatsoever.

A resumption of autism gives you the inability to recognize recent events deeply entrenched in shared information processing as a poorly functioning fetish.

Thinking in the modern area requires brain-imaging techniques such as social media.

The Easing of Climate Change

Where were disarming solar winters there when we needed them? Everywhere we look there is coldness dared not.

By acting through your own conscience you are leaving things open for other things to happen which displace or contest your nascent reasons for living on a continuous basis if you have human potentialities and other minor offenses.

Invigourating paranoia is experienced when there is a psychotic remission of your acquired knowledge you chase down in attacker's territory. 

There is no objective validity contained in the modern representation of life which our perception is entitled to.

We are anti-global warming. We are oblivious to anything which indicates a heat surge of aimless destruction.

Thermal energy is suppressed by perversion.

At Oytcho Visha coolness is rescheduled to the brim fearlessly. Global warming criterion doesn’t strike a climate chord for us. It is a shimmering symphony for squares.

Humans are floating objects, not icebergs. Those that believe we are threatened by temperature rise work synergistically with the devil. They go through a vertical drop into hell, just like the systematic study of scaled down slumber of sheer unstructured completely untrained democracy.

We work opposite to the applied field of the devil because he characterizes objective hell and other social attitudes.

The sun is an impersonator of constellations. We make a total contribution toward winter in the final appearance of refined adaptions of higgledy-piggledy summer.

Summer is a majestic winter.

Play with stars, not the atlas which belongs to nobody.

Under democracy people settle down into shapeless surroundings of no special interest, with only the occasional meaning as their striking characteristic, excluding all counterproposals of the Gothic realm.

Under democracy people wear grave clothes as a supplement to their future funeral as a reassignment of erotica released without being exploited by quantum mechanics.

Our themes of chill even create a new formula for the aperture of hell: cold blunt foaming embalming without a boundary placement. There’s stuff down the bottom that you wouldn’t even know strategically. 

Everybody is jumping on the bandwagon and believing in climate change, creating a heavy load which is enough in itself to become combustible.   

Global warming besieges us in a carefully composed conspiracy. Similar findings occur in genocide.

Slap a quarantine on anybody that believes in global warming because they might ignite.

There is a knack to directly counteract high temperatures: Navigate coldness with parallel permeability at its peak.

Desired systems are global weaknesses with grandiose burning invasions which don’t represent any possible state of humanity.

Heat dissipates; coldness does not. Xealand has such non-propositional incompressible coolness consequentially allowing a mixture of physical states that don't absorb heat.  

Global warming cripples free expression of life we are not aware of as a vague collective identity of supervised geographical origins not revealed and agreed upon.

It is a substantial error thwarting subjective experience.  

Environmentalists are serpents clinging to lies we don’t know exactly where they are because they are immediately obvious as a conspiracy not recognised as prototypes or experiences.

Global warming theory has a languid heritage because it is not counter-revolutionary to your circulatory system. 

For the love of justice, convention is languid.

This is testimony to new laid churning of glaciers. 

Quantifying every claim we make about global warming according to our own plans make our own fears of it prove baseless. 

Our quest is for a pure shutdown of global warming along with its frontiers generally supposed.

It makes suitable sense not to have such a one sided view of the planet because it will create habits and expectations analogous to non-specific fascist predicaments conquering all of us.

In our era, all the patterns have just come right back, we live in fascist times again now.

We have zero access to warmth and are making arrangements for the next ice age.

We are not connected in any way with warmth which people frolic to.

We will have our unreserved snow party of endless fizzy frozen frothy drizzle squirting.

Frozen delirium is not inhumane in a mammoth way because the supreme symbol of refuge avoids alienation dispassionately with discordant warmth and other interesting reflections not heralded as formal education compared to educational control groups which we are segregated from in all walks of life.

Oytcho Visha is a sweeping saga of loss of consciousness to anything driven by heat outside of our voluntary control through the modulation of centres of the brain which are yet out of range.  

Global warming is a hoax created by the grotesque stupidity and desperation of modern environmentalists who don't have reasoning or observations anybody would wish for relative to this category.

We illustrate that global warming didn’t happen and it’s not going to happen.

Everything nice and warm disappears when you have a bizarre comradeship in the background allocated to you.

Global warming: what it was and what it was caused by doesn’t matter because it has never existed in high concentration.

Global warming manifests evidence of an alleged pattern of fascism which is easily transcended whatever fetishistic assignable limits are applicable.

Modern culture has an abundance of nonmundane fascism certainly worse than any other period in history.

Fascism seeps into the personality for which most people on earth are affected by in general principle with the intention to provoke conflicts scarcely veiled by conspiracies. 

The external impact of society on the individual is very constrictive, this truly is fascism defined as an accusation without any source of defiance, which can be paralysing.

Oytcho Visha has been created for those that feel rendered empty and desolate and have no receptivity to mass culture.

Mass culture manifests as a wretched occasion which ironically produces or results in a state of separation and polarisation among different sects of the community, unceasingly channelling fascism into our lives, which have become foreign territory to any peaceful attitudes which summon you.

We curb the appeal of mass culture being created in the modern world because it is not shared by everybody.

You don't need a historicized science program to know the world lacks thematic unity to discover which is good.

Silence impoverished speculation until it is unperceivably squashed.

The modern world is reigning with inhibitions, mainly due to the foolish games of those in authority, such as bureaucrats, who all need thrown out of government because their brains don't release enough dopamine.

Nobody wants to submit to the monitoring and evaluating of destitute political processes which lack comprehensive societal and historical panache for the mind and soul to dwell upon in tantalizing reverence taken as directed.

Drugs are required which are highly specific in increasing dopamine and endorphins, which are the beginnings of mosaic differentiation from normal people who forecast the actual fulfilment of the apparatus of reality rather than the vengeful decimation of its chemical constitution trapped in our lives without supervision or communication of spectacular unescapable maximum danger.

Bureaucracies are kinds of entities arising precisely from their incapability of incorporating widely diverging people and their array of attitudes representing any part of society accessible to anyone.

The human faculties take us down the most unuseful walks of life; they charter all of us into oblivion which has no limitlessness, leaving us adrift and supplying us with no equipage to escape.

A solution to this is done through creating a myriad of support for the individual, offering some kind of conciliation with this twisted and dilapidated world we are currently engaged in, which is thus most devastating to the most vulnerable and disenchanted for unexplained reasons.

We sever ourselves from modern politicians because they immediately group themselves with people that want everything: more homes, more tourism, more political correctness, more governance, more transport and roading, and soandso forasmuch.

Tourism is symbolic of loitering. Entertainment and leisure should be localized by inevitable military intervention. 

Business prohibited. Improper loitering in the void encouraged. 

Knowledge will never arise here since humans first began to secure the guidance of actively engaged thinking because it is all camouflaged by hierarchies.

Apart from being an autocracy, our political party will be made up of an anonymized Oligarchy: that is by a small group of people who share leadership between them who promote irrational behaviours rather than codes of living.

Working undercover in a colossus way does not require aroused cognitive restructuring.

Our defence minister is our primary politician not still remaining on earth wherever they are put in the galaxy. 

Class-leading space is without main characters for the rest of your skipped life of shining.

Intercontinental radiance is silenced without resumption of functioning.

Large governments have the clumsy poise of oppression not deduced as being part of human life and its perceptual beliefs customarily used as a decoy by the cortex of the brain.

Our enterprise exhibits political themes where considerable biological interest in enlightenment is thwarted because there is no recruitment for it.

As a comical political party we declare that you are only adding horrible to good if you imbue fantasy with streaks of realism. 

We are here for people whom envisage a mercurial portal of insanity which brings intriguing celestial joy and vibrancy outside the laws of behaviour.

Everyone will envy you for having provisions which may make you psychotic. 

We don't work closely with authorities because their agendas are false and misleading and are incapable of changing life pursuits for millenniums. 

The generalized verdict of culture does not force us to conclude that it is preceded by truth. 

Speculative reason representing the body of intuition which is comprised of thought has no point to it.

Winter clothing is skilful resistance to commanders of summer.

Pixies are also appointed for various tasks here: little people whom seldom raise their voices in indignation of forthcoming reality.

Our pixie's lives are constitutive of an improper miniature of the real world which remains unanalysed by humans.

They are protected from the exposure to the current frightening modification of modern life associated with the strange sights and avenues of mass culture which we are otherwise not protected from.

The orchestrated generalizations of mass culture are unresolvable because they have no tranquillizing influence of any relevance.

The upmarket communication of mass culture is resonating with punctuality, which impedes and diminishes prosperity and freedom found through espionage rather than intuition.

With heavy and persistent paranoia you don’t have to abide by proper time you are immediately exposed to conveniently, sabotaging superficiality.

Commonplace elements of culture are carried out by the docile and orderly virtue of classification, all of which needs condemned and abandoned or cured by medical treatment.

Classificatory procedures are not arousable for propagandists, and this is a site overwrought with propaganda which cannot be brazenly eradicated in principle.

We have a preference to see humans as a class of objects composed of projected invasion of systemic cosmology without further investigation or boundaries such as parental traits.

Casual acts of functionary monitoring done through modern cultural mediums is a violation of our liberty and privacy.

There is unsatisfactory liberty in the world we live in.

It does not take an inquisitor to know that our world is miserable and bedraggled and difficult to break away from or be reformed with minimal repercussions.

Intelligent speculation among other diseases is something we envy as untreatable, even by cognitive therapists.

It does not take an interpretive process to know that a large section of the earth lacks faith and distinction, and that we are unacquainted with what a good world would be like, unless we have additional secret protocols which have no boundary or compromise every day.

This will encompass doubling the amount of trees on earth to counteract deforestation.

Resolution to all of this is not created by presuppositions formed by politicians with policies consisting just of the existence criteria of persistent political correctness we are given permission to peruse as the axis of occupational life which has exploded through an enormous variety of discontent.

We engage with our community only by trial, which does not give us any credit other than distortion of the moderate symptoms of the tension and conflict of private experience. Likewise public life is functionally useless and will probably fall over. 

Fortifying culture proves too much and is physically hazardous because it may provide us with isolated dominant complexity of immobilized intellectual giftedness radically introverted.

If you untook the cover off the world you would find we would be confined to a simulation of Armageddon, for which you will be powerless to resist as a deliberate inclusion into your lifestyle. 

Mind power, will and understanding of politicians are not enough to correct the torrent of injustices our world is experiencing.

Only queued warmongers with motives of revenge know the route to immediacy to counteract this precise qualitative estimate of a direct threat.

Our metaphysics aims to intercept purely physical processes which alert us of the organisers of reality.

The modern world provides us with a sense of newly expanded compound tragedy deliberately deceptive of any possible account of past memories you cannot account for unless you converge together to destroy insidious components of culture as your honour of duty depending on your personality type.

In response to this, we are a media/political corporation crammed full of an array of nouvelle, voluptuous plots and schemes supplying safe and versatile ecstasy which can isolate the acquisition procedure of imperialist solidarity not going forward with brilliance. 

Our purpose is to help our fans and enthusiasts become accustomed to the heights of ecstasy, or equally paramount, view creation as Nirvana ideology.

Modify and moderate mass culture by modulating the channels and vestibules leading into it which have become things-in-themselves.

Be guided by things elsewhere in the universe where the perspective of conventionality is only rarely assimilated, thereby providing us with tranquillity which achieves some dominance to be transfixed by.

Under the present conditions where doctors refuse to prescribe sedatives such as morphine, bed time becomes an illegal accompaniment to one’s carefully preserved lifestyle about to fall into cross-sectional dimensionlessness which we are not allowed to check out.

The enterprise has been designed for those seeking some consolation in the recent plummeting of the medium of European heritage and culture. It is for people that feel robbed of their own culture they respond readily to as sceptics of unconditioned stimuli of good intentions.

This is a deliberate attempt to get an end to irremediable unconditioned response of frenzied crowds.

Heroin gives you an insight into how you used to be, not how you are now. We all grow up being free but as an adult our astonishment reverses into a climate of unrecogisable nihilism.

Thus we provide a cure for the disaffected multitudes of people who feel they have lost their acquired culture which has distinguished themselves from the wider world.

Utterances of epic politically incorrect Eurocentrism for every lifestyle is identifiable as our favourite cultural denomination.

Compress the watch tower of political correctness.

Oytcho Visha is where neurotics spontaneously offer their opinion about our rapidly crumbling western customs.

Polarisation is not a negative situation. It discharges impulses which are unique complex structures of critical value with some degree of integration which once upon a time existed.

We are not functionally orientated appropriately toward the activities and organizations which measure you by performance which requires multi-ethnic accountability which is not conspiratorial.

This involves all the unanswered questions about why Xealand is no longer European orientated which we can’t get our head around which could well do make us dead, or worse still, suffer mechanical forces of normality.

Immigrants are taking over European countries, making people become afflicted with a barren culture derived from popular oblivion.

Immigrants put pressure on our infrastructure and create common fear we resign to, making life unliveable for the general constitution of all living beings who are loyal servants to modern life and its matter of selection under pressure we give no observation of.

The more different cultures in society the more messy it looks in general, and you don’t tidy up as you go potentially unless you have dependence on the compulsive act of eccentricity.

Would-be indigenous voices are off track.

This is the beginning of the crisis of education and occupational opportunities in the community of human misery which government hosts with real desperation.

It is observable that mass culture has wrought destruction to European cultures, propelling it into doom of absolute grave concern to the originality of our culture.

The human race was built by the confrontation of an ambush of mysterious worlds dedicated to all ethnicities.

Multi-cultural societies are an impersonal event and they create catastrophic friction which we detach ourselves from.

Instantaneousness culmination of neighbourly friendships anticipates a plot of embarrassment and coercion.

Unmanageable multi-cultural gloom is not heat-stable and is devoid of confidential protocols, which makes a spectacular welcome to the anarchy distributed to the body whether your skin tone is black or white.

Coloured people are a reduplication of the nostalgic conveyance of whiteness who sooner or later will develop a paranoid syndrome prompted as an expressive form.

Under our initiatives a black coloured person is done wrong. We instead call these people 'Albino Scrooges'. Without these people white people would have to put out a new feeler for an opposite which does not recoil backwards with substantial accuracy.

Dark people are a beckoning delusion of colour. Europeans are uncertain white fools unless they talk with no coherent text following which is teachable.

Revisionism of colour creates maximum displacement of racial output even if you don’t have personal involvement in it or capture the corruption and distortion of its smugness of traditions.  

Both black and white people are a prime body discovered accidently by successive generations of purged knowledge and history presumably repeated.

This is where detailed pictures of a person’s colour do not create a sudden political uprising in the whole visible spectrum and its implications of not requiring a clear conscience. Retreat indecently into a world of blackness which is not straightforward.

Expose untouchable classification of humans.

The prestige of having racial mentors extreme and irrational.

Conversation is generally less regular amongst different ethnic groups, which is a tragedy story invading us so that we will have less of a chance of attaining a replication of immeasurable supremacy of the old world.

Transparency and modern ideas don’t work in terms of the standard near points of ethnicity you say farewell to as a conjuror of things at opposite ends of the spectrum of molecules of colour.

Inherited contrasts are a retribution for lack of outward appearance of character.

Anybody can be denigrated, even the memorial of white people’s customs.

Black people are cast in different shades of whiteness as everyone faces a pathogenic violation of trance states as the result of the easily traced interaction between black and white people sharing drugs together completely loopy.

The sluice of racism is at an ancient standstill, it is not revealed in modern life because it would require numerous decrees generally not known, other than through an integral conspiracy apparatus. 

All knowledge and experience involves the innumerable duration of discrimination. This is frightening for vulnerable people who do not have a reputation for being nostalgic of the comparative obscurity of gestures and emotions they are gowned in of unrivalled supernatural human interest.

The political systems we live under are not a viable vehicle for change because they require commitment processes with various side effects not specified in dire construed detail.

We are not observers of incandescent diversity, yet both black and white people endure the same time interval as a duty to annihilate themselves.

Neglect the noxious international scene at your own convenience inappreciably.  

Variable massive public support of adult speech does not have peak voltage on the eardrum.

As a cult we are vision and walking alone impaired.

Rotted Friction without an expiry date

Because of language barriers multi-cultural societies have intangible comradeship. There is fluidity going nowhere on a continuous basis.

There is adhesion to surface tension which only Oytcho develops a problem solving strategy for as the final step into the nearest connection with oblivion. 

Only people that are stupid and dumb are servants to a multi-cultural world of domesticity.

Multi culturalism has a lack of comradery which makes you want to quit living and its responsibilities and social standards and become a martyr by annual subscription.

Multi-cultural societies have higher divorce rates, lower life expectancy and leave mental health services spawning an all-encompassing retarded crisis prompting international limelight.

On the basis of this, cults and factions in the future will bring a shrinkage to multiculturalism and disrupt the New World Order. 

Multi-cultural societies are not the catalysts of vibrant neighbourhoods. In such societies personalities do not gel. Why should anybody wish to sacrifice their cultural life because of this prevalence of absurdity we are made to discover?  

In such societies neighbourly spirits are low, and fascism is unmanageable. Talking points seem impossible in this emerging tragedy as we are endowed with our final compulsory absolutely beautiful destruction of a range of dangerous involuntary reactions.

Every such grouping of human culture is confined to various forms of criticism applied in all respects, but by whose judgement?

In this predicament discrimination is fabulous because it keeps you one step ahead which you have an excessive dependence on which diminishes basic biological drives which can be paralyzing as much as any other archived factor of powers of intimidation.

We downgrade divisional ideas of racism and bigotry in order to create our own unusual themes and strategies for categorizing humanity. 

People everywhere are racists not anchored by elementary education and other subsequent systems with reference to objectives and other necessary evils.

Oytcho Visha is designed for those that feel besieged by the demands and repercussions of modern multi-cultural living.

Feeling comfortable in your own environment type of thing is indispensable if you are to become rehabilitated without near-to-death everyday observations required by an interpreter. In life death is unused rest as it is.

Death is a nouvelle form of social relations without needing open negotiations and other irritating frontiers which progress around the life cycle of the masses.

Multi-cultural societies make mass culture more conspicuous in such an overwhelming way that you eventually become desensitized by it, and thus don't reflect on it anymore adequately or arrestingly as you pause for a moment to get high in your raw habitat of life not very busy.  

The most important thing of all is to preserve your own culture and heritage, and because of the inappropriateness of multi culturalism, this is not always done in a tame way.

There is striking evidence that multi-culturalism will leave us at the mercy of a stalemate, in which case even convulsions are not effective in treating because they don't yield miracles under these conditions, even with a refusal of an appropriate diagnosis already put forward before you are examined.

Those in a stereotypical multi-cultural environment don't have the capability of living in an elegant supportive environment which provides you with protection.

Dialogue presupposes a common language, which multi-cultural societies are not at the disposal of. 

Multi-cultural societies are absurd because they do not thrive with unity, and have extreme language barriers which cannot be seen as bestowing unity in modern life enough to relieve the human suffering from conflictual biological conditions of intelligent speculation.  

Attainable feedback whenever you want is a vacuum.

Fully-functional unification is impossible because it is assumedly absent of gripping aesthetic potency, which provides a sufficient condition for treacherous centrally managed totally foreign culture which we are partitioned from.

Experimental efforts through intellectual analyses fanatically detailed cannot fix this problem under any jurisdiction. Cultural and language barriers cannot be transcended because the feature of people’s relationships pertains to an elucidation of nihilistic doctrines, reinforcing an impairment of busy lives.

Private equilibrium is a repulsive force.

Mutual vows of self-sufficiency destroy pervasive behaviour many times greater than intermittent mainstream culture.

Immediate and widespread strange notions are an even less humane slumber of ordinary intentions.

Sneak in some deflected isolated ambitions in an intensive search for those that recant immense technological knowledge of general relativity.

Scampering from modern realism is not done in clear strokes nonrelativistically to a semblance of order. 

Echoing of black or white sympathies is the estimate of limitations of non-aggression of some other combinations of colour yet to be detected gloriously let alone successfully demonstrated.

Rather than the source of crazy nights of a negligible size without tension, tomorrow is crowded with incorrigible habits rather than simplified models of life.

Fragmented Modern Trends 

We postpone ways of life which have become infected by the fiasco of fragmented modern trends which cannot be cured by organic processes.

They are only altered by synthetic drugs, which in an evaluable sense is an isolable activity which is not the object of criticism because they are passively administered in your search for a solution you have lost control of.

The volatility of modern MMP governments affects our synapses in a far worse way than drugs do. 

Stop the spread of the disarray of MMP politics because it is a mind-brain convulsion only manageable by schizoids and their recipient neurones given impetus to annihilate themselves. MMP is a wimp’s career. They reap the haemorrhaging of grown-up men.

MMP politicians have busy personas which are a scam of all shapes and sizes and proletarianize us as their favourite medium for oppressing us without a break.

MMP governments are showered by blasé initiatives, there is not even a motive for conspiring together. The removal of all character and personality of MMP politicians is toxic forming unavoidably. They provide us with no geopolitical assistance, which is disillusioning in regards to our unrehearsed territorial future.

MMP democracies create enfeebled belligerents preparing for defeat of their manpower we squabble to retain due to our biological malfunctions which are inferences about reality as our embedded punishment.

It downright breaks you in two being reliant on haphazard government policies which do not have imperialist powers appreciated for their enigmatic infinitism.

MMP politicians get tangled up in arguments. The exchange of opinions is a degenerate practice, and anybody sharing their opinion should be incriminated, because it will not create an historic victory for humanism, which will fall out of favour even for rationalists unfortunately, regardless.

It is generally assumed that MMP politicians are at the epicentre of deceptive controversy affecting the very autonomous foundations of life due to their cowardliness nobody cares about whatsoever.

MMP governments are blind dictatorships which repair nothing slowly established over the years. 

It is plausible that the medium of modern living is a disappointing convention for many. Historical celebrations are sacrificed to create general lament to the exclusion of all other sentimentalities stemming from embarrassment and trouble whenever meanwhile when need be.         

We outlay the thorough and complex cultural and religious needs of the bloc of European countries and people from the former U.S.S.R in ways which merely can be interpreted, let alone interrogated with any culturally emergent theory producing and engendering analyses of human life required by society.

Europe is scarcely good enough to provide accommodation to anybody, from whatever race or cohort you are from as an integral part of your moderate to severe behaviour warranting a public address. 

The charm of European culture will subsequently immediately go downwards unless the determined zeal of resistance is forthcoming with satisfactoriness.

Pleasure and stimulation is the situation of choice for us because it provides enough endlessly precious gracious vitality to launch an uprising to counteract the unrelenting insensitivity of government made immediately available to civilians seemingly as a scam to take home and help yourself to.

Europe is becoming infused with damaging trends. It is a matter of tactics to cure these intolerable trends, confessedly not done under normal circumstances, but under the conduct of th cold war. 

Unfortunately it seems we are unable to reclaim European culture unless it is done through radical procedures which have a considerable degree of drug substances.

Drug use has divided and fragmented the population, which provides gothics with power and influence as they find defects in the system beyond consolidation of behavioural tendencies.

Being trapped in broad spread fragmentation is fundamentally something you need purged of permanently because it is a discourteous nightmare.

We try to push and steer people into a comparatively recent form of gothic existence as a resilience to all of this.

City limits deface sample material of human life.

Plural Historical Domain

Primarily, Oytcho Visha is an endeavour to create a cult institution: an entity which encompasses the processes and effects of a wider, more plural historical domain.

The exponential rise of paranoia and other insecurities in these modern times is slowed and controlled when people are nudged into cult institutions.

As a cult we are oblivious to much of what happens in today's world which is necessary and sufficient for normal life and its institutional categories immediately applicable to humans insidiously.

We override rational discipline and modern biology because they are becoming more and more a part of consumer culture and social spaces which cannot be bought into cessation.

A cult can provide everlasting variety in your life; self-regulating is too much of a hassle unless you are aware of its limitations.

Under a cult, you endure the equivalent of an elusive role changing status.

This is better than proceeding actively to being a subordinate of mass culture and the stern arrangement of discipline it requires which plagues our endeavours immensely. 

Our null-extension toward business ventures means our protocols and parameters are definitely acquired without acceptable limits of common beliefs such as heat and light, which are closely identified with all things irresolute without having a course of medical treatment which yells at us rather than slipping our mind.

This grand system amounts in a finessing plot to rid each other of persistent alienation.

We remove the entire cultural basis of alienation.

Seize the power of eccentricity, and then animate it as a tradition.

It is not satisfactory to be bedraggled whatever ethnicity or exotic cohort you are from, or whatever nationality you are from.

Presumably in a general way people not of our own faith or cohort have their souls embodied in the same Cosmo sphere, but this is only hypothetical.

Research and development is perhaps the least satisfactory method of dealing with any of this.

Only a cult is effective in providing protection and fulfilment.

Nobody can be guided by purpose alone. We are adults for a limited time only to be precise.

We expedite warnings that some of our schemes might not be suitable for children to pursue, unless their welfare is passionately reorganized so as to display sensitivity, otherwise they will be beyond our scope of support.

We console ourselves with inherently dark themes and schemes; schemes which some people might find dismaying. The pure nihilism may disturb some people. Discretion is advised. Derangement is optional. 

Those not willing to join our cult will be subjected to repeatedly performed nihilism everlastingly at random.

Whacking is not a contaminant. Active self-education is.

There’s no getting out of it. Anticipate large chunks of your brain being wiped away as a recent fascination with limited intervention brushed aside and other atrocities such as judgement from others.

We don't express admiration for authorities because they are profoundly irritating and demand one thing of us: to work like slaves in ways which are not offset by the great excitatory signals of bliss accompanying it.

Drugs can be a huge tonic after a hard day's work government demands of us without any elementary tones of cordiality and where abstract reasoning is sacrificed to a lost presence or origin of the rambling brain which serves you precariously if you have no mediator such as a cult commune.      

Give us more of the things we are not supposed to have, not a lasting settlement which leaves you as a decent person with hereditary thoughts completely without foundation regularly said to you.

Hereditary is an unpronounced fright in terms of the compression of the mind.

Bystanders of Vintage Comforts undisclosed.

The enterprise has a broad stratum of themes and ideas to counteract the beckoning misery of our times, which engender a perpetual signifier of irrecoverable doom as an additional failing at all levels.

We want to capture and observe, command and issue media formats conveying what is happening in the world in a profound and arresting way directly available to intersubjective perception.

Our obsession is to create a bubbly and prolific blend of themes and schemes, in order to contribute to the apparatuses of modern life and culture, leaving some sort of legacy.

Oytcho Visha is a key establishment which generally illuminates dark sentiments and the environments around them.

Our life and ideas are in a totally different place than conventional people.

We ransack any consanguinity with normal people.

We have a predilection for being social outcasts.

Due to modern rationalism ordinary people can make an enormous impact on the world around them which creates apprehension and fear.

Thus working relationships with normal people are a prohibitive stigma for us.

Stigmas are a real drag and affect the organism in worse ways than drug use does because they are presented courtesy of fascism indistinguishable from the national heritage of totalitarianism discovered and updated by necessity with presumed actual talk sabotaging perception, thought and emotions.

For revolutionary purposes, we declare that we have a pathological aversion to normal social values.

To compose our works we assertively mock the structural expressions of those with the great stuff of a life sentence to be degraded as normal people realized as a newer fashion of incoherency and improbable tales unless you join our ensuing cult not on the basis of choice.

Somethings got to go because we can’t fit all things such as reality into our lives.

Without a cult you will rendezvous with sad bones in custody. Respectively, homosexual magnetism is a complete tactical surprise if you masturbate in jail with only a thin slab of freedom left suspended for discovery.

Measurements of length of erections may be reformulated.

Energy and momentum is difficult to create when you are alone, so you have to be precautious of it.

It is a bemusing reckoning that drug addicts were ever sent to enclosed jail at all, whatever a perhaps less familiar clear description of jail means. Jail means home for many people with stored energy uncloaking earthbound anarchy. This is an occasion we shall use as a result of resistivity of a constant series of boundaries of life and thought.

Persuasive Silence

Oytcho-Visha is a cult for those who understand, appreciate and observe the modern cranky avant-garde triumphs of European culture, which in this modern world we have been cheated of. Thus we have been bought into a state of siege by modern governments and their methods of oppression from the outside world we defend our frontiers from before we become ruptured to the core in all spheres of life.

We are an organization with habitual gothic tendencies to remake the world; everything else is a facade, inherited by convention in any given style or period, scene or person globally produced. 

Mass culture has many deficiencies and failings, and there's only so many things you can do to correct them. One way is to supplant politics with rehabilitated aesthetics underpinned by the changing of garment habits. 

By not abiding by the big blunder of current fashions we will see ourselves crowned in a Gothic empire which has a schemata of people who are cultural variants in their spontaneous unpredictable disposition so deserved.

The personage of the person changes along with their attire.

Make a fashion statement by wearing predominantly grey or dark clothes and accessories.

Steer away from civilian garments because they are a dead end. Get out of the road of human civilisation and other thermodynamic systems.   

Dealings with appropriate fashions are cancelled because you promote rules by wearing them.

Being a Goth, disruption of fashion is not a physical impossibility. It is a force that is necessary in this increasingly obtrusive gentrified age.

Our enterprise contains gothic schemes which summon a lot of power and vigour, as well sovereignty, to compensate for the dwindling aspects of European culture, all of which puts a limit on impending autonomous fulfilment.

Our fundamental sphere of interest is to assess, judge and then deconstruct the spheres of modern culture on a large scale, and then abort them all because they are not part of our fundamental interests.

Rather than reducing the scale of public knowledge, we transmit an overload of data.

This is the situation where large masses of knowledge are ruined forever.

This is the way we deconstruct the neutral framework of modern life.

Rather than discussion providing an accompaniment to knowledge, rhetoric and persuasion and several other forms of propaganda are by all means used.

This is another way knowledge is dismantled.

We spread our ideals with irrepressible convulsions infiltrating our comfort and well-being with abundant charm unanswerable to nobody.

This increases our well-being with real feelings of bliss fuelled by euphoria which authorities will never be able to interrogate, because it is more than just pleasure, it is a paradigm.

This is how you tackle politics: create an atmosphere which is the antithesis of your foe's soldiery way of life.   

You are gripped by an ambush of demoralisation unless you take whatever measures necessary to avoid a face-to-face meeting with your foe without allied intervention.

Oytcho Visha provides a corridor to remove grief from life; but we don't do this through disco parties. We do it through carrying out an unwavering assault on modern conventions and institutions. 

When you take things to their extremes they become instances of nihilism: now that’s something to take advantage of.  

Oppositely directed erosion of recovered consciousness is a no brainer if you see it as prolonged torture.

The centre of the soul in terms of compression is negligibly empowered even if you are far apart from the material masses approximately flat.

Invisible Awakenings

Oytcho Visha is heralded as an empire created courtesy of the principal circumstances of gothic living. 

Break life down into pieces without objection transferred from the fringes of life’s discipline unique and mysterious.

Observe many opportunities to look at modern culture without proper perspective.

We have an infatuation for reducing the traditional conceptions of mass culture to a bare minimum.

As a variant of the pragmatic approach to life, we provide the corridor into ideas which cause you to transcend this dimension and take a first step into a larger world, shedding atrocious human development along the way.

In mass culture you are conveniently transferred into and preserved within a broader frame of life where you are not doomed to perish in the general laissez-faire landscape of life.

We take a nouvelle departure from the innumerable facets of time that do damage to culture somewhat.

These hostilities occur without prior consultation from any socially useful person, including counsellors perusing contemporary academic sources of sociology.

Sociologists are rarely seductive or compelling unless their methods apply to mutants.

We seek the furtherance of gratification over and above what we would normally have, all in an impending joint resistance against the utterances of melancholy of our age we are weened into as soon as possible.

The mainstream does not qualify as a grand plan in modern culture and is composed of no strategic qualities nor proper spectacles to be preoccupied with to take advantage of to see our members receive gladiatorial deification they would otherwise lack.

Deactivate the support you receive from anything parallel to mass culture, because the platform does not have any preliminary rituals worth pursuing.

Mass culture translates to powerlessness, or an exchange of power for morose deeds.

Our propaganda shows disaffection for the baselessness of the plot of mass culture.

Expel everything accompanying mass culture.

Do not ration abstinence from mass culture.

Sequestrate the vessel of mass culture.

Those attuned to mass culture foresee themselves becoming disembodied.

We don't rendezvous with widespread mass culture in any instance because it requires an eternity of courtliness.

Mass culture is a pretentious bourgeoisie junction point which some people dapple in whose actions are revealed through fate rather than international agreements.

Our objective is to draft in somewhat of a high-pitched resumption of the ultra-radical nationalism from the communist era of the former U.S.S.R.

This period of history consisted of a reduction of mass culture compared to today's world and its differing divergent opportunities.

A revival of this empty and desolate era of history is our preferred form of politics.

These were times when there were silent, horrid dangers all around, and few people had access to various psychiatrists, social workers, psychologists, child commissioners and the like.

You have an invitation to an Anglo-European-Ex-Soviet cult largely dependent on dictators in breach of the menace of mass culture who will launch offences very shortly which are alleged as treason. Governments will be too slow to react to this heavy propaganda, but that is their own fault.

It certainly seems plausible that politicians will not be needed in the future because they are a bottleneck trying to oppress us in a long series of reactions we are apparently unaware of because modern life is an operant gas chamber we are nonchalant about because it destroys social phenomena in an equal mass.  

The marked success of modern physicians and psychiatry is undermined because they do not provide the drugs we seek.

We are left with a cargo of depression to contend with channelled into our body's meridians.

We eschew modern living to receive the drugs we need channelled into our system to give us our personalities back and be ourselves again, otherwise our lives would be virtually meaningless to be involved in, wherever the strategy or context of our disorders originate from which are difficult to determine because they are rationally allocated to early devices of reality such as cell phones.          

Despite there being less opportunities, in the former era of history people were guests of both a serene era and an obtrusive one. It had the reputation of having the best of both worlds, whereas today's world has a mutual elegance and comfort to grapple with, intensifying horror for journalists no matter what you do.

Compared to these times life and romance seems fabricated in the modern era. Romance has no function, maturity or subtlety.

Connecting events are inhibitory when you ascertain that cellular activity and mechanisms of love are in an unconvincing metabolic sphere that don't exude the optical illusion of benevolence. Love is a mesmerizing drill without an anchor. 

We embark in an unlimited way in a massive investigation using the full resources and doctrines of the former Soviet Union. 

As for modern MMP politicians, they summon faulty solutions to the world's problems in droves. They don't provide us with fortification.

Fortification is inverted to create panic and fear. The stakes are high and there are no curators.

Politicians unfairly victimize innocent people, making them feel scared and vulnerable, and where happiness refuses to feature in their lives as an occurrence of a blissful encounter because it is threatened by commissions providing our cultural consciousness with individualistic peril.

Oytcho Visha is an established enclave divorced from anybody with engrossing compliancy to mass culture.

We find ourselves further and further away from the reverberations of authorities and their desperate endeavour to create utterly morose policies as an aftermath of their dirty politics.

These arrangements spare you from remaining faithful to conventional regimes or organizations, which are an annoyance which needs to be bought into abolition. 

Our atmosphere is testimony to our fans and enthusiasts having no guilty short sharp demonic burdens put on them.

Oytcho Visha is in the midst of launching a far-reaching, compelling, reactionary factor which bears witness to an encounter with different cosmological worlds located in aesthetic spheres as a requisite.

The elegant simplicity of our schemes and themes is enough to expose corruption in and effect profound change in governments and culture overwhelmingly; spend your time being properly prepared to distort government culture, without being merely an inquisitor.

We are discontented with and rebel against modern governments, which are composed of people who are generally empty of charisma, and devoid of finesse and incapable of making a change to our world. 

Governments have resolutions which have no credibility or assurance.

They are a mere housekeeper for government business and don't do what's right for the people. 

Rather, people suffer from displacement and alienation, should you be able to react to this insulting deformation in the first place. Modern politicians abide by a procrastination code so they don't get out of their comfort zone.

As an alternative to this we embody the functional properties of a thoroughgoing cult purely insane and not generated from any central position of justified communication unless it is a route to cross-sectional nihilism without the whimpering of infinitely large culture.

No Obligation Debacle

Our enterprise has many subversive subsidiary schemes, the scale of intensity of which is difficult to rotate around because of its exteriority to anthropomorphism and other life-support systems in chronic congruity with busy disappointment. 

Without a cult, relief and hope mean nothing of crucial importance you try to fathom even with multifarious apparatuses of continuous reinforcement we don’t have to queue for to endure the terminus of a thousandth thrashing.

Only cults provide mega togetherness with few concessions of elapsed morality.

The way we seize and dispose of ways of life which makes you flustered in your consciousness gives us our external reputation applicable to humans and the altered sacrifices they unveil in tatters.

Encounter decrees to make life less of a nuisance, a life which dictates your identity as if you had no manager or director or differing modes of control readymade from the crude social system you live under or observe.

All of which you are being penalised by through the systematic extermination of leniency regarding drug use.  

We don't feel at home or even feel conscious when we are exposed to authority's means of confronting enforcement we try to get out of our mind.

This makes the mind an inanimate object unless you take drugs under our current meteorological conditions which do not have a great number of foundations unless you join a cult.

We live in a world where the safety we rely on has vanished in an unprecedented way. But if you are strongly backed by a cult, this lack of safety remains contained.

We demonstrate a succession of protocols on the basis of propelling measures to strengthen European culture in a convincingly surreal manner without precedent.

We advance ideas which are foreign in an unrelenting way beyond belief and executed with optimism of public acclaim.

Our obsession with multifarious apparatuses will take you to unexpected places to indulge in as an encounter inherited from the Holy Ghost.

We bring home gothic pleasantries endorsed by the Holy Ghost.

Gothics are grouped in an energy intensive puzzling melancholic realm immensely difficult to report on verbally without excitement or anguish, which has been taken away from us by modernisers.

Oytcho Visha is a cult establishment; an intriguing cult exhibition. It is the perfect example of a sect, pact or faction gaining revolutionary traction, nursing absolutism and other unheard of luxuries which resist being contained.

Vacate the mess of mass culture, don’t even contemplate it, and create a brethren’s sect network instead.  

But you’ve got to have the mess to get the end result. Measures to muffle this mess modestly infringe upon the interests of the enterprise. Filth helps you cast all of your troubles away such as being an observer of earth.

Mighty fancies need a constant source of revisions, not a series of gurgling decisions.

When you live amongst the mandate of the general liberation of welcomed junk you can do no wrong.

A succession of cult attributes inevitably offers protection for people in principle without reproach.

The collectivization of a cult or sect reduces emotional poverty and degradation and a whole lot of other issues and ordeals embodied in or affecting modern life, which create corruption and decay which cannot be banished by police.

We detect the enormous context of defects in the New World Order better than technical experts can, who are more than likely to detract from correcting the defects because of the increased resistance they face from governments that cease to exist with discretion.

As a cult realm we aim to downsize the accumulation of disturbances in the modern world among other things, so we don't need police and soandso. This is positively a slick counter-attack on modern culture. 

Our cult launches divine prospects, as well as a vehement splendid prowess of intimidation necessitated by creation.

Be poised, we are the progenitors of a mosaic wave of unusual themes and schemes which mediate illusions you can participate in.  We blame the 'system' and its schedules for not providing adequate reinforcements of morale.

There are discrepancies in morale which is self-identical to our devastated spirits and irresolute dialogue which does not settle down without drugs penetrating the density of the organism's substrate to varying degrees.  

The supervision from above, from authorities, doesn't always provide tutelage we can adopt as a lifestyle of sorts.

It has too many terms and conditions as the criteria of their practices, which produce numerous oppositionists ordered to escort themselves from different realms of modern existence we fall victim to by the same means as all of your material manifestations of strength.

Annexed Blessings

We are trying to engineer a higgledy-piggledy enterprise where reality becomes harboured in fantasy.

The tiny little bit of reality left is enough to leave festivals and spectacles forlorn as a distant image unnoticed.

Oytcho Visha is robust enough to leave future generations disillusioned unfalteringly. Reality is diagnosed as a psychotic disorder based on clinical tendencies sufficiently noticed by no resounding reception.

Sabotage any invitation to be a part of reality if you are in a position to resist.

We seek to prove that objective reality is generally not present in most people's lives; not even intermittently does it anticipate and satisfy demand. It is more a matter of abnormally elevated ignorance. 

We give a formal guarantee that we will control, suppress, and conceal reality through being disloyal to the driving power of it and making it incorporate nullification wherever possible.

We do not act in accordance with reality, because most of it guarantees to steer you to a futile, neurasthenic way of life.

Our propaganda is endorsed by very well guarded conspiracies synonymous with independence from governments surging with amateurishness.  

Objective reality tarnishes fantasy and causes disparities in daily life which you witness no contrast to unless you join a cult.

Reality troubles us; we would rather trade it in for something more cacophonous.

Henceforth reality troubles us only intermittently.

Cruelties are a product of our time and they are becoming greater in number and more powerful, but as a cult we are abundantly equipped to deal with it all, without the influence of any immensely enhanced tribunal.

By belonging to a cult, you are committing yourself to an existence you are not aware of, because you are not confined to the growth factors of highly conventionalized intentional human activity under interrogation.

Semi-conscious activity provides eloquence when you disband from successful campaigns of enlightenment.

The public and private conduct of reality is not a built-in mechanism of our bodies, so there is no great cause for concern.

We confront each other with no built in mechanisms within our physiology. 

We defect from the working parts of our bodies in an undebatable manner.

Our evaluation of reality is that the meaning and tradition of physical manifestation is our nemesis.

Irony beckons as a characteristic symptom we are susceptible to in our modes of action and thought without scrutinizing them with a culmination of triumphal belief.      

We adhere to arbitrary tendencies viewed as a profound detachment from a sizable trace of straight and normal values.     

As a cult, Oytcho Visha will vigilantly diminish the regular, unfortified domestic realities of life which in the background possess certain consequences resembling aesthetic despair.

The advantage of peace is integrity, tranquillity and prosperity, but you need sufficient resilience to reality to implement peaceful spheres and blot out conflicts and other confounding factors habitually and sceptically.

Overall, the enterprise is not just a news and political vessel. It is a thrilling underworld sourced from an orb of initiatives, all of which have hues of promising wonder.

Being dependent on the underworld for yonks your lifestyle begins to mimic that of a punk or gothic. 

Government implementations cannot resurrect you upon request from these futile forms of resistance of impure conscious urges and other hidden motives.  

The regrettable absence of freedom is everywhere in modern culture, so it is difficult not to be part of a world which is representative of a delineation of fascist values.

Authorities could well be after you even if you haven’t committed a crime. Drug use is not a sin.

We are sceptical of leisurely conduct and the means of discovering it because it is ruled out as nonaesthetic and probably not necessary as a suitable substitute for fantasy prejudging emancipation.

In this age, both the European bourgeoisie as well as those with lifestyles resembling poverty are contaminated by intimidation and terrorization.

Collecting and analysing political data, the entire world is a detention camp thereof.

To manoeuvre out of this problem, we hope to gain a legion of fans and enthusiasts with grouped attributes as our existence criteria to distract ourselves from uncompromising modern life and the suspicion and apprehension it exhibits.  

Detached Bipolar Allegiance

The real world is devoid of supreme satisfaction and needs properly mended, because it is dominated by a prevailing moroseness portrayed most vividly.

We are a supremely decadent artistic commune ascribed the task of saving what is thereby known as bedraggled humanity lacking bipolar allegiance to human passion.

Most modern companies would be too inefficient to administrate any of this because historical phenomenon is subordinated by contemporariness pervading all bodies in an unacceptable way. 

Our news is mainly centred around the arts, history and politics, most of which lie outside governmental circles and the commonplace regulations created by those moving about in them.

Synchronic with presenting and configuring news and media, we also promote our own absurd, flamboyant agenda entrenched with many ambiguities.

It is not so much of an agenda, it is more of a rogue ultimatum stretching out in all directions with a matrix of possibilities which will never endure cancellation because they are beyond the auspices of magistrates.

Oytcho Visha is truly the most darkest yet iconic cult to be ranked as a necessarily immortal repository. 

This helps us to clean out the exasperation and disconcerting consequences of modern life.

We signal repeatedly that cults are a crucial provision for proactively erased life.

A delicate operation is underway to accrue cult members. We will one day have the numbers to take over parliaments that make us live in factories of government circles.

To dramatically boost our preparations and allow our protocols to spread further we need as many members as possible, even if it means carrying a child with some elaborated seizures in order to catch up with life.

We are not afraid to conduct an offensive against the tedious and uncomfortable aspects of modern governments. We just require the wherewithal to obliterate them and instigate change.

Rally into our cult comrades and don't fall into the hands of government. Choose something more remarkable and unusual instead rather than being bound up in the completeness and precision of governmental sensibilities which unnecessarily claim your life as theirs.

A cult will enrich your life supremely with intensity perpetually. 

Not belonging to a cult there will be different story. You will suffer alienation, duress, and depression will also attend your time line and the vulgar territories you are dispatched within.

Witness methods employed to manifest a cult destiny which has a distinct bizarre touch.

Our fanciful vision of the world summons systemic revolutionary extremism where there is no limit to anything as its distinguishing feature.

The enterprise is a classical, vintage subculture which expels rather than adopts or absorbs modern conventions because they are not especially welcomed in order to become aroused by delightful ragged insurgent groups.

Our main ensuing agenda is climate change denial. An ice ridge is coming soon. Global warming is a smoky fairy tale which creates a lesion in greater understanding of the bold guidance of granted globalism.

The enterprise is designed for those that utilize and indulge in sombre Gothic sentiments, with a strenuous rejection of transcultural experience.

We give the impression of belonging in a different forbidden world which conventional people cannot seriously mix with or engage in because of its remarkable darkness behind the scenes.

Sombre gothic sentiments are spied upon by produced life.

Oytcho Visha has primarily been created as an appeaser for those living a gothic lifestyle. With these extreme alternatives we have no intention of pursuing any other career relevant to any threat of authority. 

Experience shows that stamping out reality before it becomes the context of a career creates nihilism by a long margin.

We produce and arouse emotions for Gothic people as if they belonged in a military rank with great patience to identify their body generally accepted as having a serial arrangement of nocturnal rhythms.

Temperaments shaped by gothic sentiments are marked for our purposes here.

The transition from a normal to a gothic way of life will not create a necessary or sufficient transparent social utopia by any means.

Normal humans calling upon philosophic traditions appear to favour universal cognitive transparency in their relationships. We do not want to know about it. It causes a great bulk of panic in the early days of our revolution.

In all respects Oytcho Visha entails an intricate gothic revival as a token of distinction.

Whatever the intended consequences it is generally assumed to be a basin of gothic ideology by rogue design.

This is a graceful, elegant quasi-metaphysical shift which will serve you well enormously, making mass culture come to a standstill whenever things are identified as resembling sunlight. The sun has quite a bit of a drizzle about it. The blue sky is a streaky cloud saturating the earth.

The disinterestedness toward the interruption of bright lights requires an actual historic treaty. Trick the stratum of your attitude into listening to a declaration from a demagogue ready to be bumped off somewhere as such.

We are equipped with an abundance of old fashioned manoeuvres to enable gothics to achieve numerical superiority in the acrimonious modern world you have been appointed to as a general assembly proportional to decay.

It is of considerable importance and intrigue for those living a fervent gothic life style, real or simulated or jeopardized by dualisms covered up by the positivistic oneness of indecisiveness.

We do not subscribe to the main reasoning of comfortable living. This is because doctors do not allow us to do so in any kind of programme, whatever deductions are made from surprise attacks doctors deliver to us relentlessly.

We engage in Gothic matters which are not recommended for civilians nor the intelligentsia.

We are the progenitors of mysticism which is well-protected from monolithic ways of life conveyed by authorities and in doing so we eventually succumb to the scourge of madness.

In essence, our declarations will probably be perceived as cranky by most educational faculties, which rehearse knowledge arrangements daily.

Dark propaganda we always manage well throughout because we are deviationists not engrossed in mass culture, which signals esteemed cognitive deficits.

Our propaganda doesn't originate from opinions, it is more of a wrath not supported or carried by reason.

This enterprise is designed to be an intimate narrative address, yet we sometimes lean toward more belligerent political activities.

We do not walk like angels 100% of the time.

A waning of secrets which disobey personal observation needs social pressure exerted from coroners.

Lapses in common sense will create all-out cultural war monstrous and unreal which doctors cannot cure because they don't provide us with sedatives.

We construct a comfort zone for the artists and musicians of our age, yielding and controlling the destinies of Man.

We are veterans of a bizarre history. Bizarre things are part of our staged affairs because they are not interrogated by reason authorities seek to introduce to us.

Create an optimal environment without ever knowing why because otherwise we will become liquidated by rationalized cultural repercussions as the outcome of desire.

It’s fun to relax when there is nothing to relax to apart from observing misdoings of bureaucratised ideology which form political identities we do not respond positively to.

As a political and news network we deliver stringent measures of instructions rather than advice to reach out to and contribute to our fan base.

Sunlight is a nerve wracking candle from earlier sections of the refrigerated universe vertically overhead.

We are not subordinated by the fabled laissez-faire aspects of modern culture because people following it have qualms about creating a mystical experience preceding a revolution under threat from constitutional manoeuvres of those incapable of the ravings of leadership.

The greatest threat is the twilight wars of the stars blasting its way into daytime since records began.

We deliver retro instructions and information zones rather than modern, futuristic ones. Exile the new.

Through our retrogressive tendencies we vanquish existing instructions on how to live life.

Rather than through the zone of daily citizenship, we speak out from the twilight zone.

Through an exile of reality, we engage in a tilted, eschewed view of the world more than you can bargain for.

Stringent measures to remove ourselves from daily citizenship broadens our notorious foundations.

We do not surmise corroboration with mass culture.

Our enterprise lies outside the frontier of mass culture in all manner.

The codes and conduct of mass culture are intimidating; they do not provide mutual salvation.

The general conclusion is that bureaucrats are the principal instrument of mass culture.

Bureaucrats' policies are a perpetual disagreeable inconvenience for everyone and should be avoided as mere fancies because they create the life-threatening disorder of castration not demonstrable by scientific tests.

Anything below us we descend to, positioning ourselves in the void, and further into the abyss, averting the need for an appraisal of the sacrificed situation humanity is in.

In these types of revolutions it is difficult to sit back and watch what goes on; you need to be a part of what goes on in your images and thoughts you are composed of without validity. 

Overturn the tenacious monitoring of bureaucrats on your life which reinforce the conditions and principles of convention completely identical with fascism. We do not want to reside under their spheres of influence devoid of oppositionists and places of exile.  

The corridor to power of bureaucrats needs to be put under extensive scrutiny, otherwise we will all become impaired hostages in our own countries.

Our revolutionary contemporaries will restore widely held faith and order into the world of dark shame. 

Cults offer prominent and intimate collective security. Everything else is superfluous as is normally the case since universal wisdom is falsifiable and cannot be created through morality, legislation nor religion alone. 

Oytcho Visha is a provocative stunt to expel the dominant paradigms of our age. This will result in a showdown which many people and parties will become involved in.

Moreover, we must allude to, for practical purposes, that intimidation, once undertaken, could perhaps lead to difficulties which cannot be determined in advance.

To obtain considerable amounts of satisfaction from life is the triumph of any cult. There are no other decisions to be made.

Broad masses of the population are heading in the direction of alienation. Only the collective security of a cult can suddenly reverse this at the time of infection.

Alienation is prominent in our times, you don't need a rational calculation to know this.

At Oytcho Visha irrepressible pacification is guaranteed.

To do this we don't run by normal time. For ultimate comfort we want to see daylight savings scrapped, like it has been in parts of Europe and other areas of the world.

Abolish daylight savings because it is the devil's sinister motive which we have all become accustomed to. The devil is a hot and horrible angel. The half-naked combustible devil has no controlled intake of blood flow like humans.

Make daytime go away and let night time dictate your life, then day to day existence will be rotated around pride and joy without any instructions to prepare for or reflect upon.

Excited nerves not of a biological nature are proclaimed as an upheaval of the social ladder. Actual engagement with synthetic drugs and chemicals figures prominently here.  

Crazy antics after dark get things moving; the institutionalized actions of daytime becomes foreign territory.

This is the essence of our aesthetic cosmology, concealed in the form of no real definition of life of a physical or biological nature, which can altogether be avoided anyway upon brief inspection.

The seclusion of midnight is a striking force to be reckoned with because it does not contain traitorous people embracing daytime.

Remote darkness is totally satisfactory for our practical needs.

It also rids us of revolting daytime domesticity and the conflicts it provokes that drag on as certain phenomena not verified by mankind as drama, they are grimace.

We are dedicated to providing alternative political news in an austere manner, with no fuss, no despair and no regret.

Social computerization is one of the worst unreinforced severe attack on social life to steer away from.

Hypnotize discussions emitted coherently without being socially monitored from home. Facebook is an extra tool to capture criminals not in a standard atmosphere.

Show blank servitude to flawless recipients of social media.

It does you an injustice when your social status is prone to the fate of reasonably large delirium if you are texting people. Mobile innocence is only supposed safety of plotting rehearsals of alleged life.   

Overuse of electronic devices makes the wits threadbare in ways difficult to reconcile without spreading gossip.

Non-intervention of self-education is for observant outsiders whose binding energy has decayed.

Ice Manifesto

What separates us from many other media companies and political parties is that we don't believe in global warming.

This is no mardi gras; the world will be frozen all year around until the end of time like a transfixing mystery.

What we deliver as part and parcel of its agenda is a mosaic repudiation of global warming theory. We totally rebuff it. In the future the weather will take a nose dive, just like consistent economic development.

Environmentalists devote their time to creating myths which summon things which are bad for the continuation of your welfare. 

Global warming is a sinister myth built from the exploitation of pervasive nihilism which no method can transcend inward and subjective.

Environmentalists have created an array of crushing nightmares we profess to recontextualize, suppressing all modern accounts of it.

We don't want anything to do at all with the passages leading to global warming; we prefer the spectacular splendour of living the cool life, suchandsuch as necessary, without needing any other parameters.

Say goodbye to every glimmer of burning ambitions even if you have to intervene militarily.

Those committed to a blazing trajectory trade in their cool habits for heated ones, which in some ways ironically adds sparkle to any occasion. 

Global warming needs to be conquered and not considered an actual meteorological event unless it reverses in direction to predict another ice age ending in a joint resolution.

Stomping its way into our existence is pervasive coolness conveyed artistically as a retarded ejaculator.

The process of restricting warmth requires you to manufacture a certain dogmatic sensibility as a preoccupation symptomatic of the desire to be the subordinates of chill of yesteryear. 

We permanently incapacitate such theories which cause so much damage to the confinement of mankind.

Environmentalists are unperturbed over their own ruthlessness to frighten us with their utterly dispirited opinionated theories and directives which bring death and other applicable features of mortality which damages us.

Whatever your perception, meaning, interpretation or evaluation of heat you have, global warming has no objective status, from whatever your vantage point you concentrate the resources of your mind on display quite beyond ejaculation of irreducible impotence devoid of imperial might.

Use craftsmanship to immediately repudiate infernal traditions destroying the civilian population.

Global warming theory is a plot to undermine the prefabricated locomotion of industrial growth.

Under no circumstances do we believe global warming is real. We are not servants of the devil. Global warming proponents, through indelicate perceptiveness, have inconceivably established a threat to mankind.

Global warming is a stunningly designed fallacy which you cannot breakaway from easily unless you join a cult which has a myriad of ways of creating cool occasions without permission from authorities.

Those that believe in global warming are immune to optimised coolness.

Our presence provides an overall winter-fresh model of diversity within all walks of life which is beyond lamentable repent.

We are public heirlooms for all those persons with unfailing polar tendencies.

More than your average product of cool protocol.

However in which way profiled we heed coolness.

Coolness is the custodian of our DNA. Ice is something we thoroughly enjoy and learn things from.

Tropical administrations are not part of our life-span or intellectual endeavours occurring in our labyrinth of aloofness.    

We are afraid of warm metabolic reactions capable of reproducing themselves as a paranoid disorder. Cold weather set things up where you belong.

Snow is everywhere in our world. Even the oceans are a form of warm snow derived from the last ice age we are forbidden to celebrate due to government restrictions. 

Take pride invariably in the oneness of cold temperatures because they are touching and serene and provide a great emphasis on a stockpiling of passivity: Passivity of similar superiority as taking opioids. 

For the best coolness ever produced you need to be part of a cult which generates the characteristic emphasis of collectivization in time and space and other constituents of the universe underpinned by the strategic vision of chill.

We demonstrate both coolness, as well as the non-conservative expulsion of warmth. Rummage the world for fire and you will never find it because it is humbled by unequivocal classical antiquity.

Modern environmentalists inexcusably accelerate false beliefs such as global warming, all of which causes enormous harm, completing the cycle of fascism active in our lives.

Modern environmentalists create more fear and panic than the Hezbollah or the Ayatollah. You try and rectify it on media platforms and all you do is make everything worse.

People making claims that we are all locked up is some foul, crude ecosystem should be hastily persecuted because of their unilateral approach to the environment with no distinct logic to it in a relevant sense.

Global warming theory is a joke resonating as a farce adjacent to unforeseen fascism.

The wonderful versatile elation of staying cool is our hallmark.

We aim to extract, vacate, depart from the melting voyages climatologists are trying to take us on.

We disaffiliate ourselves from climatologists whom overwhelmingly efface and destroy serenity which history has constructed with an infinite guarantee of a finished closure of modern meteorology.

One thing is assured: climate-wise, the world is perfectly alright the way it is. The world is in great shape. The atlas doesn't have to become popular subject matter as a result of this. The mind is not shovelled into neither a vertical nor horizontal direction unless it has torque. 

Oytcho Visha is a supreme alternative enterprise which has some medieval aspects conducive to its atmosphere which refuse to yield absolutely.

We adhere to an extensive use of medieval themes which are not symbolic of the geographical spread modern scientists release their explanations of from their profession, which seemingly makes them exempt from becoming fervent patriots.

The sheer scale and volume of medievalism presided over the notion that the world was flat rather than round. The curvature of the earth: go straight over the top and break it all.

The earth has a flat curvature with formidable complications for astrophysicists. 

The horizon is an ancient slope, not an active constituent of pressure in the atmosphere which has no growth rate. Terrible futuristic complaints are terminal.

We are victims of our own suspension in geography and other assumed mortuary extremities. 

Wrenching yourself from the sky above will do you credit. This is a vulgar violation of our permitted passivity.

The atlas is not a must-have scenario. Nestle in and don’t abide by the heights of the horizon, which we are not wholly successfully parallel to in safety, comfort and style.

We will build a radical ice empire which will never become dominated by global warmth. We create fluctuating coolness which will never be ambushed because neutralist heat is jettisoned whatever possible state it is officially protested against, whether political, scientific or economic.

Hot and dry weather will disintegrate in short range aberrations.

The implication of this is that we are prejudiced against conformists of warm atmospheres because they lack sufficient reason and force for the disclosure of innovation which clinches a conspiracy.

This is a way of developing a safe and sound stronghold, an intriguing enclave, a closed corporation:

A global panacea fraught with inaccessibility, unless you join a cult with a thermal deluded gentleness of nothingness.

In the future an ice epidemic will set in which solves everything in all aspects infused into our existence.

Short summers and long winters are subsequently executed, just like a scary nursery rhyme.

One thing that sticks out straight away is that summer essentials will become unstuck and we don't have a clue how to get them back.

Chill is our creative accessory which we have seized from the polar spheres.

Take the heat away from the world, incompatible with the scarce laws of nature.

The stationary source of summer malfunctions in such a case, and there is nothing else left other than tempered chill.

Sneaky chill creates stage adaptions to heat. All other credentials of life are turned off.

Human life has no reciprocity to any depiction of heat, even for those initially sceptical of the refraction spectrum of elapsed time.

Don’t entrust your surplus soul to anyone during each cycle of life unless it is chilled.

Heat is a ditched symbol of life past and present rescheduled as orbital.

You do not have to reach out to the meteorological world to become a comrade of our empire. Internal forces of midnight create no thermal pollution under ordinary exaggerated conservation rules.

Fill in all the bits in between of the environment as well as burial sites, then the world will be made somewhat a monumental blockade of internal competition.

The only thing that doesn’t have an ironical factor in this world is the helpful handy hallelujah.

Everything else in life is chillingly concealed slavery.

Fleeting advice goes asunder

We are in all manner in the process of summoning in a precious, distinguished cult realm drastically inadequate and inappropriate for realists devoid of any streak of fantasy as a dimension to their life they are invited to live in grotesquely without cure or valour.  

The ambivalent abandonment of the context of reality is not prevalent in research-supported views.

Cults don't incorporate ample popular sensibilities. They are an amendment of reality not ratified by governments.

At the end of the day, it is horribly embarrassing not being part of a cult, creed, pact, faction or alliance.

Cults prompt oneness so that you are not at the mercy of mass culture. Those not part of a cult are tied down by conservative habits which are subject to change in accordance with their insignificance.

This is how a widely divergent weaponry of a cult comes in handy, making a positive correlation with the senselessness rut of the episodic cold war which defends us from the world of wanton contemplative yuppies.

The unity of a cult is a defence against stress pervading our ruinous lifestyles impeding the progress of civilization. For integrity, prosperity and tranquillity civil society needs rearranging through meticulous drug use of an unprecedented forthcoming scale irreducible.

Those not joining a cult are exposed to a callous fate in which everybody will despise you in favour of a pageant of doom of human life of alien construction.

Only through an alliance can you conjure up a thoroughfare toward dialogue.

Allied criteria apply, rather than discordance attributed to the unreality of the desecration of social achievements.

Upon a cult platform, whatever the outcome, the chance of failure in life is desolate and remote.

Under the exact same circumstances as being in a war, out of your own defence and security, become a commissar of a cult destiny, ruling everything else out as an outside intervention of the employment of technology. 

Those not belonging to a cult or alliance often suffer from considerable primary demoralization.

These are things which sectors of the brain dedicated to meditation cannot fix.

We do not experience enlightenment the way realization mediates. Being part of a cult has productive, fulfilling mutually satisfying graciousness, as well as more specific techniques of persuasion.

Belonging to a cult is a way of recruiting, rather than seeking, special meaning into your life, without having to be evaluated decisively by your leader or teacher who resign to extinction of teasing imagery.

It provides a feel good factor to have a cult to turn to at your own traditional convenience.

The assumed significance of reality does not apply to all things.

Intensive psychosis brings joy you are cajoled by.

Being pathetic has practical aspects because it resurrects you from engineered reason of future government policies.

The virulent form of psychosis will leave your morale in a state of flaccid paralysis which you can blame the medical authorities for because it is at the top of their swirling survivable suicidal agenda seen but not heard and yet to be advised. 

Find consolation in that the best moments of your life are when you take certain steps to become spastic in your repose without the hesitation of motivating properties of manipulation.

Moving your arms up and down like a retard can be your sole form of expression when you have nothing else furthermore planned shown graphically.

Belonging to a cult does not do you a discredit; on the contrary you gain inestimable satisfaction from life without hardly a problem, consequently accommodating an installation of tranquillity into the lifestyle you adhere to.

If you have issues longer than the length of your body, a cult force can be of benefit. Without a cult help from friends probably does get a little confusing. Under a cult your manners, principles and attitudes change with docile allusiveness.

Nobody wants to shed the uniform privileges which a cult can supply.

Joining a cult has cosmic benefits to demand your attention pertinent to your judgment of life.

For a child, being part of a cult is a good start in life, because everything's there. Keep out of reach and sight of the general form of energy and momentum.

Without social attachments of a cult life is an explicit redeployment of heresy.

Our unregulated media exposé streams a shock slapdash scenario past the point of suspense.

We are shielded from the status quo checklist because it is a recourse to our composure lamentably.

Cautiousness of good thinking is non-existent because it is a product of fragments of the original trauma of oppression.

It is appalling not to be enrolled in a cult collective surpassing the need of working up the labour ladder politely.

The major source of contradiction of governments is the abandonment of bombardment of internal threats to the anatomy subject to varying interpretations of unbelonging.

Evolution is a ridiculous adaption to life. Don’t bring to life focus on academia, let alone comment on it on social media, where your courage to live vanishes into equitable cowardice.

The world is computerized so that everybody can look at everything, which is a waste of implicit aesthetic time.

Troop Science

The Oytcho Visha empire was set up to capture the essence of the escalating cultural cold war which is occurring at the moment, which figures prominently as an underground phenomenon you grow up with graphically.

Life is created for untreatable sustained war, not for cultural spokesmen who existed once upon a time.

Preserve the impact of the cold war, and the pleasure of coolness will return in an epochal manner. 

Common manners are treacherous when thoughts are expressed which have not reigned from the cold war era.

Our grandiose enterprise manifests properties of radical communism somewhat detracted from the mutual interests of the width or gauge of capitalism which does not have principal members like a cult does.

Our cold war is in a way synonymous with the cold war of the 50's.

The war is still going on, with countries involved in it trying to stay one step ahead of each other.

Consequentially we will dispel the orthodox, commonplace well-worn world embedded by convention by those who don't know what war is all about.

A cultural cold war is a war founded exclusively upon the arts and culture. Real wars lie outside our field. 

Yet we are sincere in creating a real war against the pressures of natural and social forces. This will cause a sweeping of events unheard of within your allotted daily tasks plotted by government preaching the cult of the personality embedded in the deep past of queer bothersome free expression of broadcasts.

The war is not designated as a military mission. It is an absurd war where nobody dies. Their vitality is preserved within a primordial aspect of life which represents nothing unless you join a cult with incoherent unauthorized protocols snatched up by nihilists without aims and methods of public action.

It is the antithesis of a real war, nevertheless it provides a rational insight into what war is all about.

Given the whole, our cold war formula is constructed for submissive purposes of unlimited potential.

The cold war is a replacement for home and leisure which we have become fugitives of.

The war does not convey aggression, even though it has borderline belligerency typical of many political matters.

No themes of this kind have been presented since the 2nd world war.

Our aim is to coordinate a belligerent spectacle in the art realm.

We are not people who parade well-calculated morals on any issue, as our process of expression is quite distinct from modern morality, which is a neatly dressed joke.

We take solace from life-skills and world vision which reason demands of us in arbitrary phases of life.

We aim to open up cultural worlds which have previously been obstructed by revolts and uprisings.

Speaking of culture not driven by the capacity of a large and roomy commodious war is a disappointment.

The fervour of the cold war reinstated warrants enthusiasm in the most wide spread fashion possible, resumed under our tremendous scale of propaganda unprecedented in its defiance of drug protocols seemingly not dissectible.

This will only endanger the exterior part of your life, provided the blockade against your submission to authority lasts.

Our cold war faculty encompasses a blitz, we can't disguise this.

This is our formal declaration of war we endeavour to prepare for.

The cold war will make an astonishing comeback. The largest cold war not seen since the Soviet era.

This cold war is the confrontation between countries in the realm of culture and the arts of mankind carried out unremittingly and conveys something influential in your lifetime.

Instead of arranging journeys to other countries, people stay in their own cultural environment in order to escape their rivals.

Convoys of sightseers free to roam will have to disembark and support their own country, with a competitive focus which they can all interrelate to where apprehensions are all carried out in vain. 

Globe trotters rape the world in these recent times very untimely.

Beach goers are hydro zombies, daresay navigating them towards unsatisfactory doom. The seaside is not wacky. 

Partially constructed minimalism is useful for deforming the travellers of the earth. Tourism is a global safari with no rallying point.

Doodling tourists make laborious compromises not difficult to intercept by combatants.

Expatriates are nobodies; they are mechanical paraphernalia for other countries.

Tourists fossick for adventures through the exhortation of travel agents. Tropical getaways from home are a greater than average force with a scale factor of retardedness.  

Keep out of reach and sight of tourist operators.

The galaxy needs a pick-me-up through bursting war, not travel plans. The compass is an out-of-touch calamity.

Nowhere in the world does hospitality help local economies. Bypass all official travel bureaus which prevail upon human life.

Moping is a custom of the light ray of global travel.

Pleasure tourists show thanklessness for our planet endlessly as if they were showing clinical self-determination to take control of their travel plans difficult to intervene upon because there is no specific danger.

We stockpile old-fashioned means of receiving and embracing culture as our revolutionary practice we retreat to, administered separately from the analysis of consciousness and other acquired habits. Our comradeship means you won't be insuperably lonely anymore by default.

Conflicts and violence should never be an accompaniment to anybody's lifestyle. We are sealed off from violence to as much extent as possible and in principle advocate aesthetics for everybody's sensory and mental experience beyond observation from mourning preliminary investigation.

To illustrate this point, we subsequently retract from and fundamentally disrupt any kind of future which results in the different states of scampering matter of people’s parallel obedient brain chemistry.

The provisional doom which serves men in a way which engulfs them in their final destruction is averted. The next cold war, the cultural cold war, will be fought mainly in cyber space - on the internet, the cultural and digital universe.

Nobody can express their views on these matters, because it is an all-out-war. Most people believe that another global war, WW3, will not happen; but this attitude is defective. War happens to people without explanation.

There will be another war, albeit on a cultural and cyber scale arising during incoherent virtual wartime. War is useful for certain purposes, and invents worlds inextricably. 

At the peak of the cold war in 1956 President Eisenhower laid out a plan to create thousands of miles of interstate highways across America in case the Russians attacked the United States with an atomic bomb, so that people could flee in their cars from it bound for doom. 

If you were disconnected from this you would develop a blind spot to your fellow humans. The historic third world war will have some elements of a real war; therefore on this basis it totally concerns everybody not perceiving life on earth as endogenously mediocre.

This is a good old fashioned war. It's always nice to bring your inclinations and passions to the frontline of a cold war.

Our old world variety of politics will make it difficult to disembark from a genuine, real cold war.

Most of our themes are utterances of an imperialist, nationalistic fervour. The way things should be in politics should be meteoritic. This gives testament to a militant faction converted from a real war to a cold war.

There is no tit-for-tat politics here.

There's no academia baggage here.

There are no casual innuendos here.  

Elevated Escalation of Isolationism

In the future people will turn more and more to cults, alliances and empires, in an elaborate and extensive display of unity and pride which will never be neutralized on extended fronts from another endangering source.

Our original aim is to create a radical showcase of coolness inexhaustibly, which cannot be infiltrated or destroyed by adult contact of materialism.

Be reassured, only cults proceed to create a testimony of true bonds which last forever and day on the basis that they will never disappear like their sizable predecessors. 

We rejoice in isolationism. The maintenance and regulation of publicity is an energy system envisaged from our previous life. 

Irreversible secretiveness is a disarming relinquishment of human friendship.

Believe us, our formless and incoherent protest against life will dramatically change how the media world functions in a multiple of atypical ways. This will leave the language and practices of conventional media establishments around the globe motionless and inert by comparison, obviously with no comeback.

Ageless hysteria coupled with respect and adulation is a good job well done. 

What the world needs now is another cold war period: an elaborate and slow war which incorporates the elegance and long-windedness of yesteryear.

We resurrect the general application of old school values; equally substantial, we have a lack of clarity and reasoning and a resistance to theory nursed by philosophers under psychological pressure to give meaning to our lives upon request.

Yesterday's future was not as deplorable as today's future.

A cold war will generally prioritize division and create an escalation of isolationism. Immediate destruction of several talks do not reveal the truth if you eliminate the same subject you speak about as a farfetched housebound milestone.

With no personal relations, you become the forerunner of nothingness. Voluminous negativity is good because it makes you rethink things. Change is a necessity just as long as nothing else crops up.

The powerful impetus of the modern internet is difficult to counteract from a strategic perspective without developing a potential source of recklessness bestowed from the elation of the cultural cold war.

Neutralization of privileges is the government’s principle zone of influence.

Surplus Spook

The enterprise is designed with the gothic underground in mind. We accommodate gothics not enticed by convention, because convention is a structure responsible for an atmosphere returning to normal ideologies and judgements to let you know what experimental death is like.

We do this without objectifying the realm of Gothicism, so we don't get ahead of ourselves irresolutely, becoming recognizable subject matter for others to objectify us or order drastic episodic investigations on us. 

It is admirable that excessive profound melancholy is accessible only by the oppressed. 

Those with continually sustained disappointment are our comrades.

Only when all of your pride and self-worth has disintegrated can you create a dark picture of Mankind devoid of any pattern of light worthy of special attention.  

We live in very very strange and dark and fascist times, so rather than seeming like a fallacy, our schemes merely just mirror what is happening in the world. We are in the spook trade.

In these modern times reality has become testament to an amounting succession of fascism on a tremendous scale in its sphere of influence authorities seek to introduce to us to in a condescending manner. They just encourage you.

Oytcho Visha is an underworld in a manifold of ways. We don't believe in commonplace standard global entities such as Facebook, You Tube, Twitter, Wiki, Amazon, Spotify and Sky television, etc. We refer to all of these as ‘clutter’.

Fast applications of the World Wide Web do not benefit the local economy in every way. They remain in a state of doubt. Die laughing because it is outside of your control of Google which nurses you with information. The channel Sky TV promotes itself as having no adverts. But it has vermin advertisements which offer no exquisite resolutions to heralded mankind’s home.

Social life is cordial mayhem gone to sleep, and multi-nationals cannot fix this. Sky TV is the Taliban’s channel. Allow watching it for one minute tops, or you will find yourself in substandard captivity.

Precautions should be followed. Rip all multi-nationalists from the world you have to sift through to stay alive. Be committed to the cunning of the living planet instead. Wiki is a component of anxiety which does not differ in degree because it is considered normal behaviour to use it without escape or avoidance.

It is a dry linear discovery of some sort which encourages organ failure. These companies are becoming too big and out-of-control. In this way, our enterprise is a memorable assault on those obligated to maintain modern culture by all means they declare or promise.

Our operational domain is fuelled by the despising of internet giants which are undermined by their own defeatism of obvious significance. This instigates voluntary fundamental forces which resist smooth protestation because protests don’t go sideways and are not splendid and majestic.

Every company that grows and grows usually goes under at some point, and inevitably falls to pieces and disappears from the place it was at. They are fly-by-nighters. Once one falls there is a domino effect and they all begin to fall. All of a sudden they will all pop: doink!

Don’t load things up that everything is going to fall down unless you are ready for readmission into the underground. 

Quality and affordability are only certain incidents in the real world.

In the past the world was a refrigerator but desperately that is something cool in this modern world incomparable to this ice age without an object position orientated toward heat.

Doomsday Playground

Implore absenteeism of educators because it makes them invisible. Build abandoned schools reciprocal to teachers. 

Well-groomed classmates is a masculine ideal you line up for. School vibrations are not a revolutionary neurological disorder like masculinity is.

Those with a reluctance to dispatch with anything constitutive of realism will not be prepared enough to join our cult thus it appears.

We stretch out with propaganda even for children while requiring the sprawled harangue of escapism.

Being part of a doomsday playground is a soothing thought. This is because there's no time for school. You can bear witness to something mad instead, in accordance with no knowledge or future developments in education thereby which immediately follows our educational ailments which we shouldn’t be aware of let alone strongly defend.

The richest ways of nihilism is a vital part of your schooling life. This is a challenging arrangement for the field of productivity as a coincidence.      

Copious fun is not had through school lessons nor committees. It is done through a doomsday playground.

Homework is a stupid mission. Society teaches you to believe that the darkest periods of history have yet to come. Shy away from cultural phenomena frequently encountered in the classroom because it is too dark to see.

Kids don't evolve through bureaus, and official authorities are comprised of processed children without the possibility of rehabilitation to assure the functioning of personal opinion.

We were all once predominately children, unless we acquire a repertoire influenced by Theodor Adorno's book Negative Dialectics.

The morose injustice of the self-disclosure of going to school each day to capture and execute knowledge is reduced or avoided.

School teachers instigate simple inculcations at a constant ratio. Swift-paced relative constant motion is violent.

Judged aesthetically, schools are not a necessary or sufficient terrain to learn the emotional effect of human existence.

Teaching is an arbitrary procedure because it don't teach you the real essence of things which interfere with life.

A considerable reduction or severely limited education is an uncertainty but not an injustice if you are a candidate for formally recognised insanity.

Teachers go to considerable lengths to assist in rendering you having dumb powers. This is their moment of production in terms of their careers which are not dithyrambic (exuding passion). 

People learn through passion, unassimilable with the emergence of conventional schooling of people, which is an interesting contrast to irregular patterns bodily illuminations which do not provide inspiration because of psychosomatic symptoms which require dozens of psychological, medical and social studies.

Respective measures of thought are not the result of education and other similar human activities because they are not dictated by an induction of aesthetic practices.

In the course of history we learn our lessons well through memorandums pertaining fundamentally to our art.

Politics disguised as an aesthetic practice is not something discovered by studying unmerited light and life of laptops.

Education and training makes us less tumultuous, and serious thinking conceals our vigour, which is classified as a disorder.

A psychotic is a person whose thought processes are conjured up and rendered less lively and more cooler than the normal individual. Reality is present only as a well-maintained designated guest; there is no notion of it being a signifier of a real world we should recognise as a global protocol of sufficient authority.

Psychotic people have no coherence in their thought processes probably as necessary to participate in the initiating of a dynamic society attended to by normal individuals, but this does not do them a discredit.

They lack the means of discovering reality; they are unevacuated from fantasy.

We go from one extreme to another; we deliver real news, as well as being obliged to create a succession of comical fantasy. This is a viable alternative to any theorist's evaluation of life's enjoyable managed isolation.

Life is an eternal dream to love so.

In the larger view of things, these pursuits combine the arts and the sciences in a transcendental manner which cannot be shunned.

Maximum darkness means a total indifference to daylight. The elegance of glamour and romance can take place with rejoice according to the exchange of occultist principles that belong to your routines of thinking without any physicians, technicians, students and skilled workers issuing an ultimatum.

Darkness everlasting is the journey to elegant simplicity, so discovered.

Keep in mind the night time satisfaction which day time brings is stored in your nerves from your previous night's sleep at every stage of the year.

Oytcho Visha is a nouvelle departure from any social reality specified as a simple exchange of views and topics. Moodiness suffices, as reason is relatively static and will bring eventual death to the host due to neutralization of undermining actions.

Invasion of Chill for Everyone

Our ongoing focus is to support artists and musicians whom believe the world will not be a receptor site for so-called 'global warming' in the future. 

We detest the implications of global warming theory, preferring more subversive analyses of the environment as our scheduled prerogative rather than a common duty.

There is actually some genuine honest science behind all of this. Many rogue geophysicists have debunked global warming theory, simply immobilising it as an infectious agent to be terminated.

In the future we will suffer from an invasion of chill.

In such a case the sun is a galactic fireplace. The sun is a light-fitting merging with darkness.

The sun shines like a candle from out-of-space like any star. Isn't it right that daytime is the equivalent of night time?

Yet with the weather, you never know what is going to happen, so you have to be prepared for anything to happen.

You don't know whether it's going to be hot cold rain or fine.

Our principle forecast is that in the near future the world will be well and truly freezing, but governments interfere with emphatic perceptible commands of cool.

The spirit of the weather will be differentiated from materialist warmth, which will become an uncommon phenomenon for geologists in a passing glance of natural science.  

This is partly because industrial production is beginning to revolve around automation. Hard work will be diluted or bypassed without thinking.

Ultra-refrigeration is part of our strategic management rationale development.   

Gorge and capitalize on industrialization boldly then you will make the world right again.

Environmentalists believe cars, trucks and trains are the grimace of mankind, and that charcoal creates riots.

Our protocols are constructed on the basis that our world will not have warmth of any instrumental value. We are not subservient to brightness, we adhere to darkness for perpetuity without being persuaded to feel guilty by psychoactive emergency syndromes such as global warming accessibility.

Coolness you cannot live without furthermore creates an addiction to coolness and the rate of excitement it receives wilfully.  

We don't see the point of those purporting theories which could ruin the lives of many with means and not an end.

In the future cold surges will dominate weather patterns. This emphatic denial of global warming will create unity and happiness among mankind secondary to nothing, if governments allows us to do this.

Hard solidified freeze will accumulate in most countries of the world in the future.

Freeze sets you free from being raped by the prehistoric hysteria of heat without having to advocate management methods of necessary assistance to definitive volumes of triumph.

In the future not too warm weather will have a domino effect all around the world.

Cool things like this just spiral from here with solemn and earnest resolve just like yesteryear.

Beautiful days are acutely chilly and not at all present as ambition or other behavioural elements to flee from.

Based on experiences in the real world, the world is due for a deep freeze previously unheard of without having to reorganize your thoughts in a modest way.

Tuck yourself up as freezing cold weather becomes a prominent affair to treasure beyond estimate as a cult force which has techniques of extraction of heat not designed to alert the extraverted.

We will out-manoeuvre those that believe in global warming whom do not change their minds with the energetic optimism of popularity which itself has its hazards.

Perhaps as a result it is absolutely and totally unacceptable to make dire, overboard predictions about the Earth's future.

Lots of happiness, faith, truth and wisdom is an important element in establishing our ice empire.

We deliver huge quantities of cool which can never be infiltrated or undermined.

In the future chill will have a huge roll on effect right down.

Our principle is that to do justice to life you have to stay cool. Warm yarns make us anxious.

We freeze people already frozen without evacuators.

A closure of causing a change in temperature from cold to hot has no horizontal coordinates because ice burgs and glaciers have more uniform density than the sentimental fumes of petroleum people scuffle over.

Life is a hideous gas chapel which you cannot fight against, even with passionate desire.

Innate suppleness of atmospheric pressure is not caused by an overflow of questionable thermal expansion because it is shredded grotesquely by open circuits of resistance.

Gazing at precise eternity is reciprocal of the incidence of the speed of light simultaneously with torque located in the groin which has been issued with a search warrant.

Establishing of Dynamics in Violation of Death

Overall, we aim to supply the concepts and materials in order to make a strikingly dark transformation of regular political and news mediums which cannot be condescended to a greater or lesser extent through callous hashed arguments inexcusably.

This aggressive paradigm shift is paradoxically designed to alleviate the broad spectrum of mayhem and violence which has sculptured the continuum of our world wherever you live.

This is where harmful events are discharged, which is considered normal behaviour vulnerable to suggestions which are not abundantly clear as far as allegiances go.

Even though our agenda is muddled, ambiguous and disconnected from reality by virtue, it is still politically intact and unproblematic.

Our agenda means business, and has its own dynamics inasmuch as can therefore give us momentum. 

The enterprise is a bizarre deviation from regular news.

It is created for those who would rather disappear into a fabulous abyss than watch conventional news or weather, existing in a completely different sphere significantly different to normative cultural areas not worth exploring or amplifying or being immediately assessed by strangers.

Oytcho Visha is being created as a progressively prominent news hub in the global arena which is exclusive and extravagant in a way which has no ceiling effect.

This is where a variation of artistic, musical and political endeavours converge in their immediacy.

If you are seeking an avant-garde gold rush, then look no further.

Acute or chronic aesthetic sluicing is a special privilege because it renders you immortal.

It is affirmative that we will supply festive arts and culture beyond conceivability in some of the most treacherous places on earth.

This will create tempestuous news stories which cannot be scorned. 

In 'New Zealand' perfectly comfortable houses are under border control.

In opposition to this we will hoard Western planning methods of nuclear junk as our initial and final energy.

We do not expose diligence in worldwide affairs.

Police are directors of conduct.

They control every outward-moving action you do.

We are well off the mark of anarchy because it does not show gratitude to self-contained nihilism.

In many cases this is a conundrum of colour complications for consumers.

As a voice of generally available warnings if you believe in common sense Oytcho is not worth proceeding with.

Rob existing systems of their power.

Being psychogeriatric is a long term source of revenue.

Rip-Roaring Subculture 

The cold war of Oytcho Visha is a war built with romanticism. It is an appealing and plausible solace crystallizing in an historicized way. But sometimes it is easier not to because it will come again one day at a time.

We create an abundant, exuberant jumble of drama which is quintessentially cool, absolutely uninfluenced by any form of heat.

We promote a sentimental innocence and romance which provides a melancholic portrait of modern life forever.

But overall, our activities breach and pierce many of the common values of modern, contemporary culture.

This is because we believe that the New World Order needs urgent yet delicate changes in the way it functions.

Oytcho Visha serves as a rip-roaring subculture, and subsequently an abrupt cult arrangement is formed, smashing the fronts of global warming.

Belonging to a cult enables you to accomplish and preside over the ultimate pleasure of life; every other form of life is insuperior to be involved in as an undertaking we are permitted to engage in.

Belonging to a splendid cult, getting meaning and satisfaction out of life with refined simplicity is no problem.

Being part of a cult of an incomparable scale you will even be admirable even by being hypocritical.

When all is said and done, we are all hypocrites; those that readily admit not to being hypocrites are the real hypocrites.

The people that deny being hypocrites are hypocrites themselves.

The horizontal zigzagging of general behaviour creates another subsidiary hypocrite.

Likewise, most people who detract from bigotry do so just as a formality, they are not really passionate about seeing it being diminished through psychoanalytic treatment.

It is ironical how so many people of the modern world are corrupt and don't believe in forms of beauty and truth which alter or abandon a fairly restricted range of conventions as an ecliptic priority.

This alternative to life is scary stuff as time reveals. A decrease of pleasure also has psychoactive properties if you have a generalized anxiety disorder due to involuntary schooling.

Makeshift Oscillation

Our enterprise incorporates a lot of curious arbitrariness while making allegations that modern global politics is a retarded catastrophe without response prevention in the obsessions we develop.

The highlight of our life is that we cannot afford to yield to agreeable diversity which the world isn’t ready for yet.

The operations of Oytcho Visha are dispatched from the underground; but we also encompass various patterns of the mainstream, which is promising but not conclusive.

Through our schizoid manifesto we provide a true solution to the world's cultural and structural problems in an austere manner. 

Take account that our themes and ideas are a great source of ambivalence. Several controlled studies are fitting punishment for us because they trigger pathological states in subsequent studies.

We zig-zag between the underground and the main stream. Where extremes meet you can’t go backwards, you have to move forwards steadily ahead repulsively, getting ahead of all sorts of things more quickly than anticipated.

We see-saw between the objective and the subjective.

This yo-yo effect provides an invigourating balance in the political spectrum, creating a fiasco rather than avoidable limits of thermal expansion.

We rock back and forth between the feminine and the masculine.

This swerving and swivelling and swaying is testament to a cult realm.

We bounce back and forth, slip and slide between the far right and far left with makeshift oscillation.

The central issue is that going back and forth between extremes energizes the population at large significantly and arrestingly. 

Consequent proceedings criss-cross their way through reality and fantasy with a cluster of strengths portraying immortality and other aristocratic prejudices.

We convey arbitrary intentions unintentionally.

It is indeed difficult to keep the cogs of cognition circulating in a coherent loop. Flip flopping is fun because it has torque.

Sometimes there is little bit of a ricochet which goes from the left to the right and vice-versa.

But overall, we showcase a fusion of both the far-right and the far-left unannounced to the authorities whom search us before we reach our climax of unheeded self-consciousness.

This all leads to a predetermined totalitarian portrait of themes and schemes borne of madness.

In the underground there is to be found a more superior thrill than the unpleasant compositions of the mainstream arts and sciences.

It is only harlequins, punks and gothics that are not screened by neither the left nor right wing.

But our endeavour is to create a grandiose system of principles and ideals which bridges the fashionable gap between the far right and the far left.

Left and right wing politics are clotted together in a complex equilibrium. This equilibrium provides maximum comfort and balance.

But to merge the terrain of the old world and the new world into one equivalent mass can be dangerous. 

Oftentimes both the left nor right wing are worthwhile and it will require extensive sieges to eradicate them both.

We have no trouble breaking the deadlock of ambivalent conspiracies which nurture friendships through the abortion of international affairs.

Rather than classical ways of thinking, left wing initiatives can cause social disfigurement and cultural abnormalities without counterpart respectively.

The new world order is vacant of synergy, so all we are doing is reflecting this absence of synergy.

Orderly Fluorescent Fascism

Oytcho Visha is irregular in that most of our news and politics content is a potent source of exaggeration to occupy your attempts at attention.

We hoard provocative ideals before they go into the recess of biological cycles. 

Remaining sombre, there is no urgent rush to deem something true or false. These two broad groups underplay our ambition to make episodic strikes on mass culture.

Instead, an uproar of hyperbole is habitually employed with character and authority.

In news and media, affectionate modesty gives you no defence.

We acquire the conditions consequentially to allow our enthusiasts to be as comfortable and dynamic as possible in their daily life predicated by gothic influences which reshape culture with vague charges of treason.

The world needs everything doing to it. There are sufficient grounds to assume our planet is destined to become an inoperable fascist fountain; political history repeats itself.

Most of the world's countries have a blunt, fascist social economic system attended by everyone. That's been like that forever. 

The evidence is right there that the world is becoming fascist:  In Auckland, New Zealand, the council has banned smoking in outdoor eateries.

Also in New Zealand it has been made illegal for households to build fences more than 6 ft 6 in height.

Everyone deserves their own small estate, but councillors trying to reduce the impact of gangs in society have not allowed us to build our own fortresses, thus the full richness of life worth living is eroded.

Workmen are forced to wear hi-vis attire that makes them look like prisoners; they are fluorescent prisoners of a fascist world. 

Soon there will be a law created that makes pedestrians and cyclists wear hi-vis attire. Under our policies instead of wearing neon signs as your attire there will be a prolific passing of pitch black powerfully protected workers.

Oytcho is a swell sweeping suddenly surrounding sheltered scene without sightings or substitutes of slopped stooping to unschooled alliteration switched off but left standing, making a significant contribution to smashing well defined syntax with swiftness, going straight over the top of it whatever the situation it is spread upon or slammed by systemized speculation unsaved and insecure with sordid safety of strength and style convulsed by surrounds in a snap if it ever surfaces as a splat.     

Monotonous Hi Vis vests have no functionality. They are alienating without compensation. The warning is clear that current government will fetch you and arrest you if you don’t comply with the machinations of their fluorescent regimes envisioned by a light pulse flashed by satanic merchants.

Apprehended by a sudden splash of colour reflects your earthbound economic position. 

Fluorescent vests do nothing to protect you. As an example, as a case study, one truck driver from the south coast of Xealand, who was forced to wear such a vest at work, had his finger amputated as the result of a work accident. A year later he had his adjacent thumb badly damaged due to another workplace accident. Fluorescent vests do nothing to help you stay safe. They put you in more critical danger and risk.      

Regular health and safety seminars would supplant the need for wearing such vests, so you wouldn’t have to walk around like a neon sign wrecking saintly big mumma winters.

Fluorescent rational images have no power, even when you are incarcerated in work and thought.

Also, cigarettes are often taxed at four times the rate that they cost the health system; and politicians in many countries have introduced plain packaged cigarettes.

Every company selling a good has the right to furnish their product with art and craft, otherwise it wouldn't be a product at all. Governments deny us the multi-purpose leisure of smoking, which is external linkage to fascism.

We reminisce over the long-term ban of cigarette logos which have gone into lockdown. This draconian lock down measure needs forced to stop. 

Who would have ever thought a decade ago that in the future you would need a pocketful of money to buy a packet of smokes? This is a really ludicrous walk into doom.

The excessive tax on smokes needs to be scrapped immediately because it is fuelling a harsh and dangerous black market. Diaries and other outlets have become sitting ducks for aggravated robbery.

The 'New Zealand' government is currently working on a law to prevent dairies from selling smokes because of this. But it doesn’t help the underlying problem.

These kind of rules will lead to civil war between cult alliances and government.  We witness oppression in all aspects of modern life.

The authorities cannot even come up with a reason for this repression, even though it is readymade everywhere through different original strains.

Fascist alert: 'New Zealand' government is currently working on a law to make it illegal to smoke in front of children. This will be a successive addition to the context of the fascist system we already live by.

Government has recently made it illegal to smoke or vape in a car with children under the age of 18 in it. This loss of sensation is the kind of policy that the Taliban again would take great pleasure in implementing.

It doesn't take rocket science to know that there is something very wrong with our world. Its might is not as colourful and romantic as it used to be.

Through our dimensions, platforms, vectors (guidelines), coordinates and matrixes, we can create a triumphant touch which will allow us to gradually extend our empire victoriously.

When operating under a cult system, nobody has to pay any particular attention to personal effort and involvement. They can cruise through life like it is a ride on a Ferris wheel.

A cult is a force which guides people. Members of the cult do not need to seek approval or justification from others in what they do, given the political climate we live in.

This is because there is a gritty communal chemistry stored and distributed among members of the cult: a communal chemistry which is not dermatologically tested.

Assured, the parameters and conventions of our enterprise have a technical astuteness which has no energy rating.

Our principle specialist area is in the politics, history and the arts of European countries. But this specialist area is vague and foggy. This platform also holds for other countries in the world.

The overall dimensions of Oytcho Visha reach into many areas of history and culture. We also plan to develop our own record label: Oytcho Visha Records, focusing on "Neuro Pop": music with phonetic dizziness.

Music supremacy employed to pierce sanity and leave the listener in voluptuous warped exile.

This record company provides the opportunity for people to share and entrust in head-thrashing sonic revelations of sound that make you jump up and down in a constructive and progressive way, which is our only source of warmth devoid of abundant translucent glare way up there.

Sulky constructive rumbling tunes launch simple great pounding music.

The record department of Oytcho Visha is peripheral to the main aspects of the enterprise. It is differentiated from it in order to preserve it as an independent entity.

A lot of old fashioned things such as records have come back into fashion. The wheel has turned the full circle damn near. We deviate from linear patterns of existence. Rather than look into the future we recycle the days of yesteryear.

Surrender to the powers of need; we need our history, we can't just be aloofly interested in it, it needs to be affirmatively embraced, otherwise the world of nations will successively use us as scapegoats of social discipline.

Listening to music should be as desirable as it used to be. Many modern pop musicians sound self-possessed when they sing. In modern music rhythms have become deserted. These are horribly yuck hollow.

Those intoxicated create good music in a snap with resistivity to the capacity of thinking arriving in the brain’s makeover of nightmares. Songs will never live again until drug prohibitions are kicked in the bum.

Oytcho Visha creates the scenario where what rolls out of the imagination remains unspoiled by modern trends. These initiatives allow for the evaporative cooling of drama and theatrics to condense on everything.

A profusion of factors is disrupting the overall continuity and solid foundations of many European countries. We endeavour to figure out the underlying causes of this.

Europe is besieged with an overall process of perishment which requires exploratory measures to short-circuit the vibrational frequencies of perishing twice the legal limit of investigations which take care of themselves without a result at the best of times.

Pulling the curtains on things doomed to perish does not require a common transparent spokesman.

There is a constant risk that old-school European culture is becoming a scarcity and etched in the approximate depth of backwardness.

The recent outburst of mass culture is likely to blame for the lack of merit in the creativity in European culture, whether such creativity is identified or produced.

We believe in the continuity and progression of European culture and heritage, which at this point in time requires massive reconstruction beyond recognition.

A cult will lay out processes, operations and principles which illustrate the advantages and disadvantages of a particular way of life.

Those that appreciate the advantages of this will most often form a bond, a connectivity with each other.

Those that fail to adjust, and struggle to see any advantage, rejoice in being dissidents.

When the day is done, cults nurture personalities, so long as you take up the opportunity to join the cult and become devoted to it.

Conquest and achievement are magnified for fanatical adherents of our enterprise, counteracting everything else in life which is not tucked away in the universe in a strange way for known individuals who cannot even talk for themselves.

Public Crystallization of Autonomy

The public crystallization of autonomy averts people from the greatest danger of all: Police initiatives to oppress us; police who only have superficial knowledge and an aspect of backwardness of how to protect us, providing inadequate treatment both temporal and eternal, whichever comes first.

Only a cult conglomerate can protect you by disguising your astonishment that the world is something you cannot resort to anymore.

Every cult has certain provisos, constraints, limitations, in place. There is an assemblage of codes and practices which are usually employed with clinical lore with the privilege of having only minor connotations.

The dematerialization of reason and reality demonstrates the need for an habitual dependency on a cult force.

All drama stems from the scintillating cumulative search for power and domination unremittingly.

The world would be an empty stage if nobody wanted to rule it artistically, figuratively and metaphorically, cradling it in some kind of unbound unbelievable power of a super system.

The world is the biggest stage of all, but this is not of crucial importance. It's who rules the stage that matters. Otherwise you would develop physical dependence on cultural variability. 

Somebody needs to be in control of global affairs or else you would be grossly impaired before you become aroused by informants of self-righteousness.

If nobody wanted to rule the world we would be presiding over a vacant culture lacking the pleasant reaction of disjointed resistance which cannot be denied.

Pounce on the world with the universal fit of a zeitgeist.

This is a crucial prime example of being maximally invasive as possible with little possibility to dissent. 

Oytcho-Visha is a staunch campaign to rule the world and its irrecoverable everyday information systems it is embedded with.

This is taking over the world as a figure of fancy of gestures of the cultural cold war, not the world at large. The world will remain undisturbed by real war, albeit it will still be thrown away into oblivion wherever your background or behaviour drifts away day or night without a doubt.

Take over the world before it takes over you unsympathetically, using a collection of poetry, serenades, sonnets and ballads to sleep for in the midst of it all.

The world is a botched landmark if it does not have a ruler for various reasons on several occasions forever.

Engaging in ways of life which have a long shot of succeeding is the greatest thing. Even miracles undergo displacement by equilibrium and other constants which need repelled by unusual daily risks of sophistication.

We don't have the time, instinct or mechanisms to represent the progenitors of current applications of humanity. 

Oytcho Visha is a cult commune convulsed from a desire to function with non-interference of people prodding us here and now deliberately and permanently in a foggy way.

We don't have modest aspirations as far as misadventures of logistic and diplomatic processes go based on parallelism in various forms of circular reasoning.

We are in the vicinity which allows our members to catapult into notoriety in this disorientated political scene, using mysticism as an enforcer of personalization. 

Too many people contemplate rules and regulations rather than creating the means to change them in a relentless and unavoidable manner of counterconditioning.

In the future, the policies of most conservative governments will be rendered inert or corrupt. Aloof cults and empires will rule the world, capable of soaring in an unparalleled way. 

Without a cult you are surrounded by a gulf of strangers.

Everybody dies outstretched to cheeky oblivion unless they join a cult with highly anticipated collective motion of a vulture whom nobody keeps tabs upon rather than everything going to waste.

Without a cult personal speak is a home invasion. To ease the work load you don’t want any more baggage going with it.

Cosmopolitan Garrison

Multiple types of segregation from conventional institutions is the zone we operate from.

For the bigger majority of people working in our crew, working in film and television will not be their dedicated founding passion. They will have commandeered an enigma in some other career or profession.

An occultist enterprise represents a score of different professions and trades, which are all coordinated and scheduled together as one. This is how a cult is rendered.

Our priority is to produce an abundant mosaic arena of themes and schemes creating excursions into the onset of arguable nostalgia overstepping the mark.

Rather than being symptomatic of reality, the bulk of our news is a reservoir of fantasy which lacks elements of scientifically charged truth and other creeping sensations at our disposal. Intrepid mass culture damn near kills you every day of the year.

Take away the projection of truth out of undisturbed thought, behaviour and interests. It won’t hurt your body to go without them later in life when sessions of exploitation become more prevalent in greater detail without many fallouts. That's the positive of it as useless as it is.

Reality revolves around humans whose personality is emphasized exclusively by cosmopolitan garrisons which have immediate malfunctioning followers exchanged for humanity.

History, sociology and politics are in the sensational development of a destructive mode just waiting for you which dwarves WW2. World Wars: two is not enough. We need to undergo a bigger one with strong variations. We cannot start anew unaided by history. A job well overdue.

Lush fantasy is our prime achievement over war. Reality is dispensable because it produces vigilance we are unaware of the existence of as a tempting mental event, whatever proposals are made which we unreservedly don't have a stake within because we are descendants of a lustreless culture.

Our aim is to inject prominent political issues of our day and age with an elongation of fantasy.

The enterprise is designed for those that have become dissociated from the precipitates of mass culture in the most maximum possible way. Conventional news incorporates and transmits an administration of mass culture which we are noncommittal to.

The objective of the Oytcho Visha Empire is to design and assemble a bulwark, a barricade against the voluminous influence of mass culture.

The enterprise also embraces reconstructive politics. In this way, Oytcho Visha is a harbinger which suppresses future possible economic stagnancy and depression.

In some cases there is no obvious cause for this abnormal stagnancy and lack of stimulation. But regular news realms are likely to blame.

The presenters of regular news are often kind of robotic, they are automatons; there is no celestial pride or passion. Their countenance and attitudes need to be rehabilitated to create sufficient proof that they are doing their job.

Most modern film and television enterprises are crawling with a maelstrom of activity. But the roles and appearances people portray do not arouse much native honour of curiosity.

The crew are under substantial, tremendous pressure because their surrounds have no peculiarity to them. This makes good entertainment improbable, and largely neglected intentionally.

Having spastic episodes is our frequent obligation, it is an integral part of our lifestyle in such a case as we all get mad.

Being deprived of the consummate solace cults can create is not conservatively estimated whatever illustrious medication taken.  

Applications of reason don’t seem right for our selective lifestyles, which are absent of any truth which can be loyally manifested in our neuromuscular junction points as a signal of good will.

Consummate solace is also essential for the body's precious jewels to work properly.

As gothics we protest against modern culture because it impels a grotesque shemozzle through all things.

The crudity of mass culture means no specified frame of reference of culture is installed or achieved. 

The odds and sods of Non-Anglo and non-European languages are practically suspended and paralyzed because they do not allow for any individuation, freedom or flexibility.

The whole scenario is prohibitive.

We seek merit because the platform of traditional ethics is not our forté. Traditional ethics gives us hot flushes and inflexible fever, which are identical.

Men are religiously resistanceless to the spasm rupture of the vagina. There is a throbbing contraction coming straight toward you. You could be naked anywhere you go if nobody reports you for showing true love with canons flashing.

Our enterprise is a giddy relief from totalitarian, medical and religious form of life which are not substantially vague in a manifold of ways. Even the Holy Ghost is loopy sometimes. This gives the enterprise thermal resilience and heat resistant capacities, averting our final destruction.

The foundations and logistics of the enterprise are difficult to interpret; they are difficult to pursue because of the chimerical surge and profusion of fantasy themes being emitted which we cannot pull out of by any prognosis.

Overshooting with metaphors requires accidental motion and resonance initially at rest.

The unfathomable body is a reciprocal image-forming insertion of thermal efficiency without a grateful reservoir. It is without practical applications or formal fitness because it is momentarily hidden by borrowings of so-called curiosity limited to self-understanding.

Chimera are beings that run free because they know their proper place within reality to overcome adversity.

Our lengthy, sophisticated protocols make Oytcho Visha uppermost an empire more than a news or political realm.

As a political and news cult we believe in a future without boundaries; a future laden with razzamatazz; a future where we can witness true prosperity somewhat as an enigma which reproduces itself in our cellular constituents not discovered by observational science unless internal tension is mitigated by opioids unnegotiably.

Media and television can become an imperishable underground independent of conventional circumstances administrable by law.

Jumbopity (Jumbo pity)

Jumbo pity signifies an agenda which goes far beyond the auspices of media and television magnates and known associates. These people struggle to stop the spread of their chronic political concerns because they have a pragmatic approach of good manners you do not even want to think about instrumentally or through haemorrhaged impulse.

We have our own genuinely crazy ridiculous brand of politics, which many people may think distributes shades of fascism.

But this is all being done to create a tenacious revolutionary effect.

Fascism is merely an irrational creed which is forced upon people.

Sometimes it just works out that way, fascism comes to grip you even though you are unaware of its obsessional credible clinical unconscious rage.

This is why we bring out these fascist schemes, to let people know that fascism is worse today than it was in yesteryear.

In the modern world there is always a degree of fascism nearby, and all we are doing is reflecting this condition.

But don't misjudge us, we don't make any concession for fascist sentiments.

We endeavour to heed the fatalistic accomplishment of an artistic revolution.

To produce artistic energy is our most charming asset; art drives our passion without review or call up.

Freedom left untreated causes higher rates of mental harm than fascism.

Freedom seekers perish in transitory modes of existence without diagnostic observations which engage never ending world public attention allotted to them arguably.

There is unswerving support for vagrants to be subjugated.

The unhealthy desire for freedom is an embarrassing position to be in because it creates self-destructive muscle tension that affects your confidence as an over-reaction.

Freedom does not offer shelter or protection. Seeking it, more often than not you will find real and potential suppression and injustice forthcoming, just like a mirage.

Freedom is a lethal autonomous weapon effectively arming the enigma of universal mania.

The majority of the population have no understanding or recognition that we are drenched in fascism and need to go into an institution for treatment, crossing the barrier into insanity attributed even to well-developed personalities gone awry.

Freedom is defined as mercurial independence which provides an autonomous countdown to salvation. 

Relinquishing freedom-loving activity paradoxically creates freedom.

Liberal means of conduct always employ some means of fascism. The only things that go their own way are fireworks and cigarette smoke, which show no gratitude to people being monitored.   

The baffling pretence of freedom causes plagues and anthrax among separate homogenous groups.

To be faithful and disciplined you need to dismiss outstanding and popular trends, because they don't do a thing for you acknowledged as a resurgence of pure Anglo-Euro-Ex Soviet dialogue without you even knowing privately.

Freedom gives no instant recognition of the hostile world of fascism which swells before it as a parody of theories and practices which raise consciousness.

Only ponces believe in freedom. In reality, unsolved oppression is always by our side of supreme tremendous political importance displaced in a straightforward transition, not through thermodynamics.

Unrestricted behaviour injected into us all causes metabolic disturbances, which we shall never be discouraged to embark upon unapologetically.

An amicable barricade against mass culture has its own hazards.

Those that believe in freedom are only conjecturing.

With anything derivative of freedom, fascism is also an auxiliary.

Fascism is a well-executed form of totalitarianism customarily designed and built to preserve heritage.

Yet we are artists who have not been born free, not so much military governors celebrating milestones which do not benefit the age defying common or individual good.

Everybody needs to have faith and belief in things, and only an imperishable cult can do this.

We aim to gear up and accomplish our own large and unified audacious brand of politics in a sumptuous manner.

As a cult realm, we provide group solutions to address the world's problems in a revered manner, all founded upon religiosity through to modern medicine.

We will showcase an approach to news and media which dissolves the heavy clumping effect of current modern trends.

Circulating Clown Correspondence

Oytcho Visha has one common thread: there are numerous lunatical ravings apparent in the world of our senses, not in the power of ideas themselves, because they can be opposed by somebody else’s views.

Neurological processes do not require a therapeutic decision if you have intellectual impairment duly heeded.

Insanity can occur at any time of life if a particular element of fear is present. It is a matter of searching for who is at fault. We blame the government.

Found here is a chronic malfunction of orthodoxy distinguished from the motivation to be revered as human.

We aim to retrieve recalcitrant sublimity without heeding any mutual physical state and other confounding factors between any two human beings.

These are as intractable as incoming sensory impulses where drugs prevail over the nervous system we barely have control over because our identity is fragmented and made public and verifiable without foreseeable innocence.

Insanity is tempting because it has no adjacency or vulnerability to commonplace things illustrated by mass culture. With insanity you’ve got everything you need.

It’s a privilege having a brain disorder without having any diagnostic studies of clinical proportions you don't find every day in conscious experience given a rest.  

A period of treatment is suspended forever unless important effects of behaviour are compensated for by momentary citizenship not involving fellow humans.  

Universal human experience is something a fortune teller is powerless to predict. We would rather that they told us that our future is concealed through personal incompatibility stemming from a conspiracy.

Today's communication lingers on as tomorrow's riddles. 

We fiddle around with our mental states to the extent of our capacity and disposition which we don't disclose to people of importance with general approval.

We derive our sense of motivation via a thorough and trustworthy reign of nonsense.

Oytcho Visha consists of a ceremony of non-tangible, nonsensical rants and diversions with the power to evoke somewhat because they lack all versions of reason determined by doctrines emphasizing links with the outside world readily granted to us unwillingly though cell phones.

Our operations often have no transcendental logic to them whatsoever. Different procedures are rendered as necessary to divorce from this masquerade of disguised logic and quality of life.

Renegade phrase-mongering applied liberally fixes all the world's problems.

Turn off cell phones and witness reality of worlds spectacularly undercover. 

We are predisposed to grandiosity which defies biomedical school’s rigorous claims that behavioural and cognitive disorders and contingencies of the environment need an emergency reaction.  

Our metaphysics makes us inconspicuous as we wrench ourselves from a sense of familiarity with conventionality.

Conventionality will decline along with any modesty, which will make us invincible, without the purpose or capacity of any preliminary exchange of courtesies.

Oytcho Visha is being devised as an irregular news and political realm in that most of it will consist of awkward tactical gibberish.

Gibberish enters the platelets of the blood, and shakes, rattles and rolls.

Gibberish which is not permissible as having any objective value yields good feelings because politicians want it to go into hibernation which does not beacon.

Overall, Oytcho Visha creates a myriad of schemes and ideas which will barely scrape through the bottomless stigmata of humanity and civilization.

Synthesizing sensible and sustainable schemes is not our paramount concern because they are a pretention of trained impulses.

We are dumb people who don't comprehend the meaning codified within language applied conveniently to human persons, let alone be witness to the impending reassurance of politicians delivering their pitch that our country is being looked after well in a cool manner.

We are guided by bureaucrats who don't have an abrupt stampeding tactical surprise in store for us each day, that's why politics is repeatedly intercepted by moroseness which remains intact from day to day due to stalking besiegers of guidance.

We create, supply and embrace idiotic objectives unappeasably as we struggle against the organizing power of political reality and its disturbing facets.

Muffling reality with occultism in the most profound way is not a terrible thing.

The urge to create a surreal way of life brings wonderful exaltation which defies the impartiality of people programmed to create academic standards.

This foreshadows a world which is an explicit contrast to the regular world and its incumbent standards and conventions.

Impaired expressions add several more years to your life. Riddles bring welcomed longevity. 

Nurture fate as a conceptual art wherever possible.

A lack of knowledge makes all manner and conditions of nostalgia impenetrable to any debilitating spiritual evolution you can improve on. 

Senility and other imaginative scenarios create academic difficulties mainly with young people not certified and licenced to age.  

Mumbo jumbo is merely a form of reason based on illogical assumptions during our period of rest, which has pleasurable consequences which come and go from the beginning without environmental variables. 

Unapologetic nonsense appeals to the English, or you can go your own way.

But what is taken for reality is controversial. Truth and reason both have a standard rate of ambivalence.

Rationality is sinister optical material with no physical characteristics.

Wall to wall delirium is a displacement of time and function.

We have a vanguard determination to elevate the threshold of insanity without guilt. It’s not a beautiful feeling being average and being in a stationary frame twice, in both life and in death. 

Ridiculing customs is a launching pad for the fervent expression of personality devoid of philosophic and scientific rigidity.

The abundant utterance of mumbo jumbo represents a refutation of social and moral norms and interests, which do not remain intact afterwards properly for a long time.

Mumbo jumbo can be a common mode of communication through which people assert themselves in a borderline psychotic way which we no longer have the right to do.

Riddles are therapeutic speeches which have no political or social meaning.

Those driven by pathos and other substrates of insanity provide the necessary conditions for innovation and entrepreneurship. True inventions are a falsehood for those living in a lunatic asylum. Our twisted ideals are carried out in an enigmatic fashion, we want no such thing as moroseness infiltrating our schemes.

Insanity is the life and soul of inventiveness. Never abandon going around the bend. Not being sensible on a regular basis or not seeking a happy medium is a good start in the right direction if you want to change the baseline of the World Order, which seals a nightmare.

Simple yet clever principles and ideas unify people, not intelligent thinking nor an administering of awareness practices which motivate people living normal lives.

Ideas, concepts and notions are all mere delirious illusions of the mind independent of given conditions, whether finite or infinite.

Let your awareness processes get into a decrepit state whenever you can as a probable convention.

Those persons whom restrict themselves to wise purposes are usually dumb and never gain any general bearings of what life is all about. 

We must observe, through this shortfall of reason and rationality, we knock reality down because in most cases it merely just amounts foremostly to speculation, without any sensuous motives or properties of an aesthetic element, because they are ditched by government in a sweeping and long-lasting way as a predisposition for marking their territory without senseless rituals causing hysteria. 

Vacating the Modern Era Teasingly

Rather than engaging solely in contemporary phenomenon, we embrace the imagination and ingenuity of the old world period of European history which protruded after WW2.

To vacate the modern era with vengeance is comparable with producing a cultist gothic realm which is not superimposed by the normal development of reality thereafter created as the last illusion for which there is no substitute.

Belonging to an occultist regime is a dynamic and comprehensive means of providing allied survival without compromise or realizable determinants of high standards we give reception to.

Members of a cult prove highly effectively that they can learn from one another holistically, stubborn and determined to do so without rational control and other things which leave you publicly humiliated.

Shared occurrences repeatedly occur in great sweeps which conquest death.

Through this cult realm we aim to retrieve Europe's history in an extensively arousing and thrilling manner. This is an elaborate necessity which is difficult to turn back from.

Europe has a complex past something shocking. The logical thing to do under the circumstances is plan and create a satisfying cult realm.

Under these conditions and circumstances all you can hope for is a resumption of reminiscence ratified by past deeds realized sooner or later.

This is a marvellous cult legacy which conjures up enormous profundity.

Members of our cult belong as members in all European countries, as well as other areas of the world.

No matter what culture or ethnic group you're from, as long as you speak an anglo/slavic/European language, we cherish obscure fantasy more than the vast network of harshness which represents reality we have come to adopt as a naturalistic fallacy we are unlikely to receive.

Instead we have a systematic desensitization toward exhaustion of credible multitudes of rambling characterization of dialect accompanied by the frozen depths of reason and other unlimited objectives which have no extremist imperfections such as parachutes.

We confirm and declare and generally assume that the great bulk of conventional, mainstream news is now inert for consumers. It doesn't gel with them or appeal to them as barren governments order us to do.

We offer a succinct diversion from mainstream news programs; we did not even know there was such a thing we must attend.

Our aesthetic fundamentals are the counterpart to regular news, which usually accommodates or is tainted by monotony.

People that watch regular news avidly are slaves to a corporatist realm.

We work without the rebound of any reassurance, advice or approval from others.

But we have had abundant advice from kibitzers.

(Kibitzers are those people that betray you with unwanted advice).

We specialize in creating occultist modifications of truth and reason, in order to counteract the increasingly repressive trends of our day and age frequently associated with the public demonstration of mass culture.

Oytcho Visha is a coherent art world fashioned more by compulsive aesthetics than by truth or reason. The signature of the practical concepts of truth and reason is that they are never aesthetically pleasing. 

Through occultism, people spontaneously experience consciousness in the same manner as each other. You never feel alone or degraded or discriminated against as a foreigner.

Vanguard mechanisms to counteract dwindling optimism and discontent prevail in the structure of the organization.

Our specialist area is Anglo-European politics and culture, which is depicted as being Eurocentric thereof. Our schema mainly only has applicability in Anglo-European and Slavonic (Eastern Europe, Russia, Czech) dialects. This is a pretty reasonable prospect whatever your personal observation of possible states of mind.

It is entirely plausible that Anglo and Slavonic languages will provide all of the world's linguistic needs, flogging mass culture in jubilation of hibernation. 

Non-European languages are running out of everything other than the normal usage of language to the point of being incognizant.

There is no aesthetic language whatsoever promoting everyday speech. This makes conditions of sensibility extremely rare on any occasion.

We rebuke the value of multi-culturalism, which has provided familiar surroundings in many modern cities, and modified life and culture in an explicit and figurative manner.

The system as a specialist area we rebuke.

The instrumental function of multi-culturalism is cultureless. It negates unity through impending doom.

Multi-culturalism clearly creates an obstruction of understanding, and communal feeling becomes a fleeting, evanescent and confused reaction to nonspecific stress.

The presence in general of unity is cast into a state of pulverization as a gesture of a violation of human rights.

This status is not worth mulling over though because there are counterparts to multi-culturalism rehearsed as military achievements sprung from a developmental articulation disorder with room for error.

Our verdict is that the lack of unification in multi-cultural societies is a woeful liberal concept prompting too much debate. There is not a murmur of harmony in your emotions, and if there was, it would be a miracle.

In multi-cultural societies it is a tough assignment to work in harmonious co-operation with each other. Distrust and division constitutes the predicament and life becomes virtually completely meaningless half the time.

We're unconvinced that versatility and flexibility are enough to improve the atmosphere in multi-cultural societies. Something more is needed, otherwise people in society will be sodden with a reluctance to communicate with each other on a rolling shocking scale.

Without exception, we rarely deviate from strong eastern European sympathies rather than engaging in deliberately staged multi-culturalism which is guaranteed to displease just like unexplained amnesia does.

Multi-cultural societies are intimidating in an unsurpassed absurd manner to the point of being frightening, or otherwise we will withdraw our forces. 

Multi-cultural societies are etched in makeshift diversity.

Multi-cultural societies are nonsensical because desirable unification is impossible.

In such societies, voluminous emptiness and alienation is present.

The rejection and hurt of alienation takes away your reason for living.

Multi-cultural societies are nonsensical because they are lacking of a massive pile-up of cohesiveness and efficiency.

They often lack pride, history and unity. Language, culture and identity relapses.

Lifestyle balance slips backwards. National identity becomes divided. The communal feeling of comradeship is forgotten or converted to fascism.

The expansion of many different cultures with ethnic dialects in one single country is an unwelcome thought because it is an artificial pretence which is not intoxicating.

Having more than three or four different ethnic cultures making up the bulk of a country is a shared debacle of poor interpersonal relations.

More cultures than this is not a good idea because it may negatively influence the rate of aging as a prerequisite for growing old with decency and honour in your own culture.

Withdraw from mass multi-culturalism because people are framed in a sinister scenario, difficult to find your way out of with legitimacy as you can imagine.

Multi-culturalism is seriously detrimental to national well-being. This calls for a severe interrogation, whether directly or secretly.

In many cases you can't go over to your neighbours to seek companionship and solace, because the people next door speak another dialect, or are from a totally different background or culture, and this can launch an allergic reaction, making you exposed to national contamination of one’s long term memory.

Multi-culturalism causes dementia.

When you don't speak the same dialect as your next door neighbour human consciousness has neither information nor meaning of any intelligible significance, whatever your specificity of action.

This is a falsification amongst numerous researchers, who have a detachment from fascination that can win world wars.

Multi-cultural societies assuredly demonstrate serious weaknesses because they are devoid of any absolutist totality worthy of invented examples of longevity.

Multi-culturalism needs to be curbed or abandoned because nobody shares any decipherable spiritual understanding with each other.

In multi-cultural societies, nobody is understanding and supportive of one another. This predisposes you to having a pulmonary embolism.

Societies orientated around multi-culturalism often have warm charm, but speaking in a different lingo sphere makes this charm a non-aesthetic conformity non-filterable.

Assuredly, many people cannot casually cope when people converge on their neighbourhood jabbering a different lingo. The woven fabric of society becomes a sound stage for alienating and distressful phenomena transplanted onto media platforms which cultivate popular nihilism.

Serious weaknesses begin to develop in such a society, as bi-lingual zombies converge to give us a spectrum of stomach ulcers.

In multi-cultural cities, language barriers and other issues permeate society indefensibly.

Those living in multi-cultural societies are more likely to primarily suffer profound lengthy distress rather than being provided with equanimity as a comforting provision.

Overall, Oytcho Visha is designed for demented people, or otherwise those who have some sort of neurosis stored in the brain. And these people could come from any ethnic background.

With persistent efforts, ordinances can be created so that these disjunctive political and historical processes can be coordinated and controlled.

Thereby there is a chance of living on the same channel or wavelength, and engaging in simple reciprocity accordingly.

Albeit, delicately separating out those that will help furnish your empire with esteem from those that have a derogatory influence is essential.

Those that contribute to the circumstances and atmosphere of the cult enterprise in a positive way will be rewarded with an admirable and serene personal life with the bulk of its sources not based in the armament of pointless public life.

You can count on us to provide and achieve spiritual comfort, that is the bottom line which does not require analysing or explicating in a timely manner.

Rhetoric for All Body Types

Instead of investigative journalism, rhetoric and persuasion are used as the principle method to convey our news and political topics into unexaminable eternity which can only be replaced by pranks. 

Oytcho is chock-a-block full of distilled rhetoric located a distance from the varying pressure of earth.

Oytcho Visha is observable as a staunch propaganda establishment which will generally be repudiated by the poorly prepared because of the surprising speed we develop our future victory, which incorporates subterfuge in order to confuse any potential enemies.

Subtle clusters of information furnished with unrhetorical meaning do nothing at all for us.

Lengthy provisions of rhetoric are essential for a healthy home:

Rhetoric for all body types which will create a sense of euphoria like never before within the blood stream.

Dictatorial power makes us exempt from reality in the long term, with sufficient authority to expand our rebellious fantasy world.

If you can make a living out of propaganda and rhetoric, you will make a gorgeous career out of film and television.

Without embracing elaborate rhetoric you become just another unaspiring civilian embracing unchallenged mediocrity.

Being pummelled by a blinding deluge of rhetoric creates a distinctive and graceful lifestyle at the centre of the sphere of life.

We aim to present a series of rhetorical speeches designed to make life easier because it involves either creating or destroying.

We present a resolute array of schemes which don't consist of commonplace ideas and protocols which reflect light.

Popular logic we keep a distance from.

We often wonder where reality is actually located, but it is something to get out of our speech and spirits and minds and lifelong roles and activities before coming to a decision whether to embrace or endorse them.

To gain the optimization of interest from our fans we employ a carousel of ludicrous themes injected with fantasy and supplied to the brain and the vast network of nerve cells.

Rather than providing a stock of knowledge, we employ substantially ramshackle ideologies:

Ideologies not supported by specifically constructed systems.

Truth and realism very rarely enter the equation; and when they do, they are dressed up so much that it is improbable they will be detected.

Even news which does have the meaning and context of realism is given the utmost allowance for a discrete smattering of fantasy which will never be proved baseless.

From a historicized view, truth then hardly seems justified. It's only appeal is for institutions, whatever appraisals may be made. 

Our media and news is an assignment which seeks to ensure news can be entertaining and not just a stream of uninformative junk expressed by the personality and mannerisms of automatons raiding our remaining appreciation of the world.

Rather than doing things with scientific discretion, we create a mantle of euphoria in our struggle for the acquired disorder of world power pageants.

The estimation of likelihood that rhetoric will draw opponents rather than supporters is seriously and technically quite highly possible. Eternal love does not exist here.

The crusade to try and start up the enterprise has been met with an arsenal of derision.

We defend ourselves by stating that it is difficult to acquire a comparatively recent aesthetic paradigm whilst making contributions to old school culture enough to carry you through to Nirvana.

We seduce people to become a flawless anti-authoritarian international movement of disliked browsing of mass culture.  

Imperial Cosmological Instrument

Oytcho Visha is productively Eurocentric in that it is calibrated with the historical contexts of western, European countries which we retreat to with much aesthetic plausibility when we go out at night.

Yet the enterprise is being created as an institution which is an imperial cosmological instrument.

What happens in the chest, neck, abdomen or skin tone are of absolutely no significance. The physical instrument of anatomy is all that matters to be precautionary of.

In the future, Oytcho Visha will become a cult realm with an assemblage of rich and distinctive calibre and importance from the collar bone to the tips of the fingers.

This cult realm has a pioneering lavish synergy which precipitates good fortune within the shoulder joints.

This euphoria swells all the way down to the ankles.

Our news and media agenda is designed to benefit economies and communities throughout the whole world, and lessen deprivation and the prevalent deficiencies of immense everyday life.

As a cult movement, at Oytcho Visha you don't even have to think of yourself or any part of your body frame it is mounted in, because it already contains a potential variety of universal framework to take the mickey out of.

Self-scrutiny corresponds to a useless act if you are pursuing Nirvana.

Everything else is a grievance we won't stand up to without prior consultation.

Oytcho Visha is a cracker thing to be a part of because our schemes are coupled to much razzamatazz.

The enterprise is an unusual formation of a scheme, in that the boldness alongside the grandiosity will be met with much resistance.

The eccentricity of the schemes encroaches upon territory startling of origin, providing the impetus for schizoid schemes and processes in the brain which are not easily terminated by outside observers who suddenly appear out of nowhere.

But the human brain is merely a pizzicato string laid upon the glockenspiel and then given the full orchestral treatment.

Pandemoniums are things we love, because they create queer discrepancies within the new world order which the intrinsic value of does not degenerate.

Our gradual raid on modern culture as it moves slowly forwards may yet end badly: but never fear, we will celebrate victory 24 hours per day in a procession of various obscene ways as a digression from social order.

At any rate we want to interfere with the changes being made in the modern world, which has a fixed amount of processes shaping consciousness, isolating you from others whose ideals do not overlap, because they are compared and contrasted to people with alternating personalities who are mistaken as criminals.

Rather than being futuristic and decadent, we allow evangelist themes to come into full swing.

The enterprise has been designed in congruence with much obscurity. This has helped us avoid conflict and acrimony.

We are nonchalant about clarity, we don't embrace it as a testament to our awareness practices or use it as a benchmark because it proves baseless in the long term as a common fear.

Thereof, working in a surreptitious manner is an indispensable part of the formula for success, appreciated in terms of motivation without any professional vibration.

The benefits of having both power and obscurity are nice if you are abnormal and out of touch with reality and not afraid to take on the world we are acquainted with increasingly irrelevant as far as attractive grace goes.

This beautiful gorgeous obscurity means that not being easily startled by the rush and mayhem of time is our befitting legacy.

This all provides obscurity galore: unconditional obscurity under any given condition, by any means possible, as a precondition of our enterprise.

We will not pull the plug when it comes to crazy euphoria.

What we've got here is a burgeoning phenomenon which we claim is as idyllic and mirthful as a dream.

Cult forces embrace brave sophistication, passion and innovation, all of which is juxtaposed by solidarity which does not give.

The modern media era is confusing and disorientating in miscellaneous ways. To get a handle on things, a daily or weekly news program can provide coherence and contribute towards an ultimate serene lifestyle without the challenges of normal living plotted by a secret group of people who do not allay teeming public anxiety. 

In our ever-changing world, you get more out of life when you have something to look forward to each day.

We ultimately want to create a media realm which is both epic as well as being versatile.

To avoid frustrations it is imperative to remain obscure at the same time as being iconic.

We support news schemes and designs which are lavish and exuberant as well as being adaptable and accessible throughout.

Regular news, rather than being an enchanting event or providing mutual appeasement, is more often a hindrance, and a contributing factor to moroseness.

We are developing a marvellously elementary and swell, enchanting approach to household news and media.

When the day is done we will create a sporadic global spectacle aesthetically and functionally.

Irregular news we are developing when the day is done.

The evolutionary variables encountered by each generation at a certain time and place are always thwarted by bizarre and perplexing phenomenon. This is guaranteed.

Life evolves ambitiously, whether in a detestable or likeable manner.

We are incompatible with modern politics because it is a falsity which we have to prepare to make adjustments to in our fetishist mode of production which virtually nobody reports on.

Divine happiness is determined not by your frame of mind, but by religiosity: spiritual directives and other appropriate stimuli.

Our various endeavours don't include dialogue or consultation, just pure grandeur.

With ridiculous schemes which arouse curiosity, absolutely you don't know what's around the corner or what the future holds.

Mainstream news makes bold predictions of the future, but it transpires as striking inadequacies and sullen weaknesses where you don’t know which way to go.

Some of the inadequacies are due to a lack of wide-ranging charisma. Some of the defects and weaknesses are technical, others are cultural because they are not determined by affectionate conventions.

Focusing on the formulation of changing beliefs is a fundamental error:

Religion is religion, there is only one God.

Strategic allocation of religious denominations is a sin.

Our immediate response to heaven terminates our further therapy provided by modern thinkers.

We all serve a purpose after death in accordance with the laws marked out by the Holy Ghost.

The world is God’s habitat which will never be made extinct by any scientific or biological apparatus or module.

Don't leave it too late for your future to go further afield into uncommon zones, which you can eventually reach in your lifetime with accepted belief of fetishism.

Many modern news themes are transparent and unimaginative and don't facilitate a systemic dream lifestyle nor secrete a physical or visual state of euphoria into the central nervous system.

Rather than being discarded, dreams should be given toning and strengthening.

Colossal tranquillity is created in phases. It is not devised overnight, nor during or after intercourse.

In modern times, theatre and the arts constitute little significance. The decades of the 1950's through to the 1990's were more fashionable in these areas.

An influx of undisciplined hysteria built up in these decades, absolutely.

The spirit from the 50's through to the 90's, of course it's still there, where authorities were not so malevolent in disbelief.

We aim to restore the opportunism of these periods in an obliging manner, as we turn our consumer society into a constructive one, as an exception to the rule.

To break the cycle of poverty in theatre and the arts, a mass investment of energy and momentum is required.

Oytcho Visha has the idealism necessary to break this cycle of poverty we battle with.

But many people will have the spirit to break Oytcho Visha itself. We have enemies, adversaries, whose protocols don't fuse with ours. 

Most people will ditch our trusted mural of schemes rather than commemorating them as an obsession.

But whatever happens, we won't renege or procrastinate on anything which is particularly marked by surrealism according to our own reigning standards of radical distance from the earth’s turnover of happy times.

Occultist Modes of Existence

Oytcho Visha has the framework of an empire for which its inhabitants are offered several projections of life and culture to pursue. There are few drawbacks swooping in on us that matter.

Our themes and principles are not compatible with a lot of people; this is why they are deemed to be chronically and inexorably occultist.

Our paramount protocol is to nurse irregular themes and schemes within the body's sponge-like fibrous tissue.

What is most remarkable from all of this is that we endeavour to rename planet Earth:

In a mocking trance of fate, our world will now be called: Oytcho Visha.

This is a new geopolitical discovery being carried out.

Somehow we have discovered a world packed with a collection of perfect features which will never be prone to bowing out by reductionism of mongrel selfies.

This world is principally constitutive of agreeable luxury which echoes with evangelism in any instance.

This passionately sculpted evangelism is immensely perplexing.

The world so passionately is our galaxy.

We want to see the world revitalized and possibly reformed without any conflictions in the vicinity.

At Oytcho Visha you will discover a world flabbergasted by gorgeous assumptions transfiguring reality.

The normal architecture of Oytcho Visha definitely has awesome, hip greatness to rave about.

Renaming our planet will help rejuvenate, re-energize, and give a gusty revamp to degenerate and crippled economies.

The world will increasingly become furnished with a wave of pregiven opportunism absent of hugely dishonourable inflammatory trends as global warming takes the back seat along with many other diseases you are not free to choose from.

This culminates in an operation to rid poverty from the world, which seems reasonable and sensible for those entitled to it: those that admire blackness, given a wider formulation of what foolproof introverted blackness means.

This is a superb eloquent testimony which takes the guesswork out of the functioning of the joints and internal organs. Reinvigorate all life has to offer as a mission.

When flawless, impeccable terrific might and glory is distributed all around the countries in the world, this gives you a relentless ideological advantage.

Those living in economies assimilated into devouring reverberations of doom and gloom can be rescued.

Oytcho Visha also forestalls the magnitude of instability which occurs within crippled economies long-term.

Our world is enchanted by good and sound spirits and other entrepreneurial festivities which have low-friction.

Oytcho Visha will be marvelled as being a super-slick world; a world where everything is immaculate, and henceforth just superb.

Our graceful world is built on the tradition of doing things a bit quirky. Personality and human development are fundamentally too sociable for us.

This phenomena is justified because it addresses most of our planet's questionable and unexplained universal rules.

How graceful this phenomena is.

Our sufficiently mosaic dimensions and themes will dictate the world's future, as well as create a fantasy world worth its while simply by recategorising the sun's presence and instrumental function. 

These many schemes all roughly come together to create a rare stockpile of neurotic cult phenomenon which does not undergo detailed examination carefully observed.

Being part of an occultist regime has neat, ready-made benefits which in general therefore are ascribed as brilliant transcendental phenomena.

On an international scale, it is observable that European heritage and tradition is slowly corroding. How much is left now of European culture?

Many people have a particularly serious lingering resentment over this corrosion because it causes anomalies in one's morale which cannot be tolerated.

Along with the resentment, there is a degree of fear that the aura and mystique of old-school European heritage and traditionalism is becoming a stricken and deficient place to be confined to.

European cities are full to overflowing, we are overtaxed, overgrown and over stressed with vast burdens.

In response to this we create a snazzy frenzy which is aesthetically valuable and which cannot be rebutted.

Amalgamation of Morons

What constitutes our news realm is very selective. We only emphasize certain issues and affairs and milieu and what have you.

For example, we will never give coverage of protests or marches. Transparent messages of protests are not to be excused because they have no density.

Marching on earth is a conducting surface which doesn’t actually account for certain aspects of existence.

Protests take years to get answers because they have no transcendental content in their general expressions which gives unity to Mankind, whatever the meaning and origin Mankind's traditions originate from.

Many 'New Zealand' civilians are zombified copy cats cartwheeled into doom. Any mass protests done overseas they copy here at home. It's a fluke when we come up with any original ideas in this complimentary chain of events.

All cultures are first and foremost selective of their participants. It does not require a protest march to amplify this.

Protesters use their free time to carry out their administrative necrotic rituals. They don't do anything constructive in terms of knowledge and courage in their own sense of life, they are all just pied pipers.

Protest marches are a carnival of decrepitude and we want to see their messages made opaque. 

Marches are unnecessary uprisings which are completely callous.

They are carried out by peasants blurting out messages construed from their own personal account of the abyss.

Protest marches are a form of political degradation with trauma accompanying them on the basis of separation, not community.

Irritating imbeciles and scoundrels are unbearable to watch as they march the streets in their own self-proclaimed caucus.

Protesters are condescending rascals because they think they are bigger than the system.

Protest marches massacre civilian life. They initiate apocalyptic festivities. 

Protesters push through the streets escorted by nobody, at the same time as disturbing everybody.

Staged protests are a stubborn accumulation of revolutionary movements, all of which lead nowhere, other than to abdominal abscesses derailed from the duodenum.

Protest marches are an amalgamation of morons: people chanting in repetitive convulsive pitches and rhythms which overall have very little widespread aesthetic value.

These moping rebellious masses don't know anything about nocturnal rhythms.

Mass demonstrations are never arresting or disarming; the chants are despicable and languid.

A protest march is a retarded journey. Who cares what the participants believe in?

Protestors are everyday morons doing unextraordinary things, and by all accounts they are about as charismatic as a peptic ulcer.

In all cases it is to be considered unwelcome mischief to march on the streets. There are more enhanced strategies for rebelling.

Protest marches usually produce childish aggression, and lots of miniature Mussolini's; in regards to maturity, it is scarce in the scariest of ways.

Dissident factions are often plonkers or drop-kicks twisting and shouting like retards who need to be flushed from the system in a stroke of luck.

Modern protest marches have a heinous and medievalist zeal which is difficult to troubleshoot.

It is an unprecedented disaster for people to roam the streets in a coalition which has a negative symbolic element to it which proves impracticable as far as expressing grief. It is better to concede to the Gothic way of life given the evident difficulties of objectivity shaping protests.

Shielded and isolated from the handicapped outside world, you can avoid such events as nihilism and alienation successfully, and live a life which is more pleasant: a life marred by less distension.

The Oytcho Visha enterprise has a degree or magnitude of protocols which are enough to accelerate a sumptuous social or political revolution of its own accord. This we state will cool off revolutionary struggles.

Isolation from modern trends and fashions has made us insular with only certain minimal constraints.

This mission is done through maximum sustainable levels of super safe coolness worth assessing at any time of the year.

Grave Regulations

One other aspect of our media realm is that we are completely isolated from the world of contemporary sports, cycling and athletics.

Sport is utterly worthless entertainment; it is plausible that our next generation won't watch popular sport.

Competitive sports are the grime of humanity because they have no missionaries.    

High physical energy is concealed because it is our adversary provoking reactions of fear devoid of private curative procedures.

Ball sports can never be seen as big impressive events. Sport's power is dense, brainless.

We cannot stand rugby head groupies. 

Contemporary sports have more panels and bureaucracies than many modern governments.

It is the bureaucrats and their grave regulations who are the real villains of this world.

It is sad but true, that only dummies channel their energies into modern sport institutions. 

Freeze all marathons with experimental drugs as a coping strategy with more dramatic effects.   

Plead iconic disbelief in sports such as whimpering marathons because they are surplus to the display of culture, where dreams are raped.

Sports are the negative side of life containing pieces of nihilism as an unidentifiable source of exercise.

Triathletes have emerging and established gross overactivity they cannot manage to maintain with efficacy. This creates normalization of retarded tyranny you can only stop by arousing troops.

People that run marathons have arrogant restrictions on galaxies. Training exercises are a natural disaster.

Why do woman play rugby? It is repugnant watching woman playing a violent sport. It is quite horrid, as and when it could even be called a sport at all. Their running is not exquisite. Woman’s rugby is a tomboy rampage. They need a medical to make sure they are still woman.

Fat ladies playing in the prop position of rugby are obscene pioneers of grotesqueness.

Woman’s rugby signals the finish of the emotional bonding of feminism. Heaven is a pretty big area, it’s becoming unmanageable for the aimless without courtesy or dignity.

Violent sports involving woman need to be cancelled outright because mature woman's beauty becomes forlorn for the foreseeable future they concentrate their attack on.

Many modern sports people enjoy cuddling each other. Homogeneity is at an all-time high.

Soccer is a serial poofter's plan. It has no real image of heteronomy.

There was one incident where an English soccer player laid down on the ground after scoring a goal.  And another player then lied on top of him in a coital position ready and waiting. You can put it wherever you want to score another goal. 

In one rugby league match after winning the game the whole team piled on the try scorer in an orgy position. There was a wee bit of activity going on in there, but nothing seems to fit. In another league game a player scored a lone try with none of his teammates around him, so he went to cuddle a member of the opposition instead.

Romance contrary to heterosexuality unleashes obscenities.

Optimize safe and secure love by eliminating sodomy of a kind or kinds.

Soccer is a homo regatta foreign to us because they are looming poofters straight up front.

Playing soccer, league and rugby you are earmarked for a cuddle. Cuddles come from left right and centre when you score a goal or a try. Cuddles are not on par with building confidence. 

Realistically, soccer is a pompous ceremony of improvised gestures because people have to obey sullen numberless rules adopted from bureaucracies.

It's hard to justify the money many professional sports people earn; it's criminal, very criminal, a massive injustice.

It is obvious that many modern sports people are overpaid; their incomes are insane; their lifestyles are a token of decadence.

Turning up to soccer practice in a Lamborghini, who could ever believe a person could even do that? It is obscene.

Ban all sports from the world, that's exactly what should happen. Finish sports games off for good because they have specific conditions involving a worrying infusion of homogeneity.

Sport is starting to become more or less a prescribed creed, a doctrine on regular television and on internet channels and programs. 

World class traditions are those traditions which do not involve sport.

Nobody wants to live in a city where sports stadiums stick out like beacons.

There is more serenity and repose in pursuing calisthenics: ballet, acrobatics, figure skating and circus gymnastics, all of which have a forceful, dynamic beauty about them and other enlivening capacities.

These calisthenics have rhythm, radiance and flair which has beautiful unquestionable appeal.

They are art movements which increase various skills such as mobility, flexibility, stamina and strength with a fiery blast.

All of these come together, blended and fused, to create an enterprise imbued with heavy razzamatazz. 

Overall, we aim to create an aesthetic sensuousness which counteracts the commercial dimensions embellished within contemporary culture.

The interim ensemble of culture is for herdsman of transparency.

The inertial unspeaking nervous twinkling of privacy slips away because of curious types of atmospheres.

Culture is a hypnotized convoy of people. Deformed addresses to the nation is cryptic bondage of typical dominance succumbing to a savage swooping spectacle.

Excruciating attempts of pressure of the atmosphere create express anorexia of social development all done without the intrusion of counselling or coaching.

Noble Panacea for many Physical Conditions

A good lump of the dynamics as we make our way through the day are radical: this makes double sure we are able to subdue the influence of reality architected for civilians divorced from fantasy who are terrified of a long and arduous stable life.

Fantasy and reality are both the same thing. Fantasy is just a different apparatus, a different pipeline for representing reality. Fantasy does not compliment truth, it erases it through hidden eternity of external forces.

Truth is immaterial when fantasy becomes believable.

The existence of modern rationalism developed to any degree causes antisocial personality disorders.

We spin tales so as to tamper with truth and reality. Gestures of fantasy consist of no usage instructions.

All life is dependent upon comical fantasy. Just remember, for a certain stretch of time, life is fantasy.

True stories are only wonderful if they crystallize as fantasy.

We have all our life never heard of a true story.

In this day and age, the biggest and best forces of fantasy are those based on reality.

It is a shame that whatever happens in reality is not converted to instances of fantasy more readily.

To take the plunge or stay in your comfort zone, to succeed or to fail, are the key dualisms in any type of war.

Nothing of physiological origin can be commandeered by a dualistic scheme. Nothing matters either side.

Regardless of anything, Oytcho Visha will be a world built upon an absurd yet noble panacea better than nothing.

Democratic Sensitivity in Disarray

We generally do not embrace contemporary political news originating from countries which operate under the MMP system of politics.

MMP coalitions are a sign of stifling weaknesses, and don't bring home what's right for the people.

We aim to overturn the headquarters of 'New Zealand' government and its occupants because none of it is established by aesthetic practices by any viable alternative account.

Countries that are run under MMP are enfeebled republics. They are morose arenas double the official estimate of moroseness. Vibrant declarations are scant on the one hand, and morose on the other.

Reject and expel the crude annoyance of those who adhere to the parliaments run under the MMP system.

Expressiveness, symbolism, representation, meaning and style are all absent in MMP parliaments, and nobody is aware of the problem.

Disputes within MMP governments don't have any striking depth and volume; it is all just unsuccessful petty talk.

MMP politics leads to an uncomfortable, hostile and gloomy existence, triggering apathy and insult steadily as it becomes available to our psyche and then breaks up.

The atmosphere is horrible in MMP-run governments; rather than being a real gas, the whole scenario becomes an unappealing menagerie.

The politics of countries running under MMP, such as England, Xealand, Germany and Australia, is so very frustrating; it all needs to be abolished around everywhere.

MMP politics in its infancy is grotesquely mundane intolerably. The lack of aura and mystique is disillusioning, and activity gravitates towards masturbation and other classic signs of stagnation.

Before you know where you're at, negligence and nihilism is discharged.

Most MMP politicians find it a moribund struggle to execute or position their policies with passion.

We mostly only report political news from countries and Republics such as Russia and the United States, as well as the myriad of European countries which have resisted becoming wooed by MMP based politics.

We want to turn Xealand politics back to an FPP arrangement. The cumbersome debates of MMP resonate with no reasons to protect our proposed economy.

We have the impulse to rule Xealand in a clean sweep by slowing down inflammatory actions which become increasingly clear as a class of events in multi-cultural societies.

Republics not bound by MMP rules and governing processes have more distinction. Even though they are becoming less fashionable, they showcase a more emphatic performance in the political realm.

Politicians working under MMP find it hard to do anything constructive; there is very little scope for vital, crucial quantum change.

Eventually MMP politicians become subordinated to a ho-hum way of life. There is no composure, and confidence and charisma becomes as dislodged as a varicose vein.

Be cautionary of MMP politicians, they are fools with restricted experience in the compelling issues which affect the majority of people.

Fair trade Neuronal degeneration

Due to mass immigration in 'New Zealand' there has been a marked increase in neuronal degeneration in the populace.

Cast your portion of humanity into this dire predicament.

Evacuating these problems, our media realm is not neutral, unbiased and untendentious in the way news corporations normally operate in an uninterrupted determinate fashion. 

We maintain and enhance tendentiousness; we depict the strong threat of reality by securing biasness not clearly understood in the normal distribution of culture.

Conventional media characteristically rapes the public, attempting to frame them within some kind of false scenario.

Because Oytcho Visha is agenda-based, there is an overflow of discriminatory assertions and assumptions; assertions which are devised rather than discovered.

Political parties witnessing a far-right movement in politics will be popping up in most European countries in the near future. Basic processes such as the incremental rise of immigration will launch this unsuspecting misadventure we are appointed to without elasticity.

Spiralling and unstoppable immigration will take the place of traditional European cities at a leisurely average rate.  

Far-right nationalism is becoming an ever popular preeminent force in many European countries.

Other than that there is nothing else new as far as the debris of society goes.

This is because European culture is deteriorating something badly.

The mass grind of immigration poses some threat to the continuity of heritage and culture in European countries. 

Xealand is in a housing crisis. In Dunedin, southern Xealand, people have nowhere to live and landlords are saying that for every house they have to rent approximately 40-50 people are turning up. This is typical of most Xealand cities.

In many cases it is taking 60 days to get people into a home. Yet still the government allows immigrants and refugees into the country with no attitude toward a mountain of experience of maturity of the English language without integral principles. How can you do this when there is nowhere for people to live? The property ladder no longer exists.

Permeability is unnecessary if there is no inclusivity fortifying it. Without Christendom the world is so meaningless that even exoduses don’t matter.  

There is no more room here as it is without accepting more immigrants into our nation. The acute cost of living crisis has become an unseemly chant with nothing to declare.

Due to the homeless crisis one lady in 'New Zealand' has been forced to live in her wagon with her six children. Large scale immigration has also put the health systems of most European countries into dire straits. Many people whine and groan about their health systems.

Vital services such as health and welfare are left in the lurch. They are absolutely stretched as a cartwheel. 

The public mental health system is problematic, political and ineffective. Don't accept just one physiatrist's opinion.

Some people even accused Enid Blyton as being racist, but she was not. She was merely reflecting society of the day. No different from now where there's separation and division based on a dogged medical procedure.

The mental health system is over-stretched to the point of failure on the view of the basis of immigration.

Government and social agencies are stretched on many an occasion by the billions of surveillance watches.

If nothing is done about mass immigration, European cities will become intensely overcrowded and packed to the maximum, by the bundles; and nobody is taking political responsibility for this.

If immigration doesn't cease, sentimental spirits will falter. Living in the modern world will be like living in a jail just the way you are, chartered for oblivion without a chance to create a revolutionary struggle which is useful and good.

Due to immigration, the resplendent cityscapes of countries such as Germany, Italy, Austria, France and England already have an entire range of animosities unfolding within them which spreads to the muscles and tissues.

The most damaged country so far is Germany. Germany more or less needs an elegant and polished revolution taken to the limit if it is to revitalize its culture.

The country of Germany has collapsed steadily due to mercurial immigration.

Germany, in some ways, is a grand pardonable mecca albeit.

The sad part about it is that European culture is almost had it. It needs staggering volumes of reconstruction a long time coming.

Nobody wants to see Europe become a colony without any banter merely carried out at will by modern left wing PC hippie politicians prepared to give their own account of the mainstream abyss.

European countries are enduring tightening restrictions on happiness and material wealth.

Due to immigration, the jumbo assortment of old-school European ideals is declining significantly, not conducive to a society with an ultimate structure; there is not even any smooth cartilage.

With immigration, science has a sick sustainability in regard to the inventions impaled into the mind where brain matter has no pattern produced by detecting the signals of contradictory revolution.

Mass immigration is something which the basic processes of strategic management cannot cope with. It is an out-of-control predicament requiring massive reconstruction.

In this instance, faithful adherence to pioneering measures and new directives of the imagination without aggravating the situation are absolutely essential. 

Taking nihilism into your own hands is a grim task to identify and connect with as your first choice of defence.

Admittedly our motives for doing this are quite extreme, because we are in the habit of doing notoriously Eurocentric things with skew whiff reservation.

Our strong European views may not seem virtuous, but they are archetypal to our main scheme of things.

But we don't insomuch as even coincide with racism or bigotry, we are simply trying to preserve European history.

Spreading the load is a forthcoming way of counteracting the essence of global terrorism.

Terrorists are absolute losers bound for nowhere.

Approximately constant bigotry which does not create marginalisation or alienation serves us as an indispensable foundation of peculiar thoughts and ideas where hypocrites are as reciprocal as a compass needle.

The Dense Essence of Ice

The dense essence of ice is instinct under all types of different circumstances, that’s just the way it is. We rebuke the arguments and fundamental attitudes, interests and habits posed and endorsed by the majority of the uninterrupted supply of satellite environmentalists.

Invisible forces govern our weather systems with unscreened prosperity. The weather has incoherent intensity in its idle rotating surges of chill the secret police don't even know about.   

Climate change demonstrators trample on their own niche.

Prevent the correctional niche of complaint which dominates you. Withdrawal from environmental matters does not have to cause intercontinental consternation.

Many environmentalists look out of their window and create false theories such as 'global warming'.

A summer in pyjamas and other untold stories requires no sordid ventilation to intensify the circuit of horror. The summer dream is a nightmare joined together in parallel with darkness. Summer is a direct path to the season of death of the established order of geographical locations.

Environmentalists approach the frosty curvature of the polar spheres in a purely mechanical way, which clearly should be forbidden: otherwise people won't be allowed to think for themselves, and will be told what to do by geological enforcers as we catch a glimpse of their neutrality we don’t see coming.

Environmentalists fuel an outburst of pathogenic crises without reason or help of logic, and march onwards into an abyss however which way their intuition yields.

Nobody feels good in a researched society which advances theories such as global warming. It effectively creates crime, poverty and atypical employment in hell.

Oytcho Visha is a definitive denial of global warming. The idyllic beam of the sun doesn't always deliver because it is not a valuable commodity of human suffering. The sun shalt not shine whatever the observations or experiments.

We give no reference to the light or motion of the sun on this earth. We tend to omit specifying a framework which the world revolves around without the slightest hesitation unless advised.

We have a stubborn refusal of sunlight because it is not cultivated by imperial might. It is not the perfect agent for cultural warfare of the cold war because it grossly violates our prelude to life.

Brief rises of temperatures on earth may be due to lightening. It is an amazing fact that lightening is five times hotter than the surface of the sun. There are approximately 2000 thunderstorms happening across the world at any one time. Across the world there are 8 million lightning strikes per day. The global average has been subsequently calculated at 30 - 40 flashes per second.

Lightening, rather than so-called global warming, is responsible for creating wildfires.

But lightening striking forests rarely triggers fires because strikes rarely hit the earth.

In early summer 2021 more than one million lightning strikes erupted across Australia in a 24 hour period amid thunderstorms sweeping the country. But none hit the ground.

Environmentalists don't notice the good things about the planet, they only focus on the negatives. This establishes a state of public disillusionment which can only be concealed if you join a cult.

Many environmentalists believe that in the future our planet will be ram-raided by rising temperatures, but this theory holds no appeal for us.

These climatic frontiers are oversized and exaggerated. We remain unphased by this.

The presumed astonishing warming of our world is defied by our dignified simplicity of everyday coolness.

Environmentalists are on a ready-made mission trying to persuade us that in the future we will need to succumb to an infernal wipe out. But all edges and corners of earth are resilient to warm weather thankful to the Holy Ghost.

Some things are made to melt, such as bright, hot candles, but it is faulty to assume things such as glaciers do. The earth has a waxed surface tension, not intelligent policies.

In the future, global temperatures will generally remain low. The weather will stay cool with seamless and immortal proficiency sooner rather than later.

The everyday cultural attitudes of green politicians hurts people in a monstrous way because they are superficial, and have no divine depth or complexity lurking.

We are generally concerned the term 'green' has become a bit of a cliché. Environmentalists nurture their own fixations as unchangeable dictums in their artefacts of speech.

Environmentalists are spokespeople for profound errors of artificial judgement and other forces they exert which only have a numerical value rather than political omnipotence.

Modern green politicians puncture astronomy.

Remove the unuseful environmentalist's information from our planet, then you will remain youthful as well as immortal in everything you do.

It's no secret that ecological politics represents a fascist source of information which may be local and confined to one area or it may be generalized without reaction.

Those purporting theories of global warming commemorate deep flowing hell.

What we shall see is that climate change means the onset of an immortal storm.

We will all become encapsulated in extreme weather patterns without saying anything. We want to conserve our mass.

We don't believe in climate change because heat is not an immediate object of pleasure. The only other option is to implement more pleasurable activity to boot.

Governments already stop zones of pleasurable activity unsurprisingly.

The earth's climate is doing very well because it is never neutral or slotted and notched in conventionality, but we are never irate about this although it does create frightfulness actuated by certain metabolic poisons, such as heat without any semblance of active attack of quarantine.

The earth's unstable atmosphere is instrumental in creating unfriendly innovations of giant storms.

Believing in global warming, environmentalists are appropriating a lie; an irremediable hoax is bestowed upon them. We will never capitulate our dogmatic winter themes.

To the contrary, in the future winter will have immeasurable towering supremacy unnavigational born free with no seasons.   

From this day forward global warming theory is extinct. Be ready for disbandment. There are more thrills to be found elsewhere to discover.

At Oytcho Visha, decent-sized freeze and chill is our forte. Never shy away from pure whiteness.

We have an unrestrained passion for an endless supply of whiteness arranged by the common desire to stay cool, but environmentalist don’t hear where we are coming from because it doesn’t go their own way absolutely.

White power will come in abundance, making life better for everybody on earth.

A remedial legendary purity awaits us right from the start of the day.

We celebrate an illustrious life of coolness at its billowing richest.

The obstacles in your way, challenge them and beat them.

The greenhouse effect hasn't even scratched the surface of the earth's biosphere. Carbon dioxide is only present as 0.03% of the earth's atmospheric gases.

There is no accusation that warm weather attaches to the earth.

Global warming is a faulty prediction, a vice, made by those intent on undermining the quickening of adventurous, ever-changing capital growth devoid of any intermediatory authority.

Those people condoning such theories ignore the predicaments in many countries of the world, where the wind in its structure is like ice on a constant basis.

The evidence that our world is warming is inconclusive, and does a disservice to everybody.

The rhetoric of environmentalists supporting cruel and foolish assertions that the world is warming is specified as a destructive act.

Every array of theory of global warming is a scam which needs to be decelerated.

Environmentalists, like terrorists, embody a useless and pitiful and faithless way of life devoid of adorable revelations to be marvelled.

The politics of modern ecological political parties depict a vitriolic and blemished phenomenon, ungainly in creating a well distributed compulsory solace. 

The continuity of Christian faith and dogma will rebuke these virulent and controversial trends which spawn this over-emphasis of molten environmental jargon crashing down on us as a turbulent force.

It is the avant-garde whom plaster the world with generally useful phenomena which inspire lives extraordinarily not dependent on decent spells of life.

The problem with ice sheets is that when they detach, nobody really knows what is going on beneath them where it matters.

Predictably, belief that the next ice age is just around the corner constitutes the thread of our occultist system.

In the future, the climate of earth will become progressively rainy, and snow and ice will be divided and distributed among most of the countries in the world, thereby pigmenting the next ice age.

Being well dressed for absolutely frozen temperatures we have no reconciliation with the revival of realism, which is not what you would expect unless you are molested by the interface of weather patterns.

Wearing scarves in summer is the ultimate tonic for the deserted structure of humanity.

During mid-summer civilians will be trying to get insulated from simple or intricate coldness.

In future years, the sun will spread its warmth mainly into outer space, leaving the earth supremely mega cool not approved by current governments.

Don't take it for granted that the sun sizzles, engendering a phenomena of heat.

Energy shining engenders a phenomena.

Temperature is not a critical asset to meteorology because it has no comrades or constitution.

In the future, the inhabitants of our planet will get exposure to greatly elevated and delightfully large numbers of ice burgs.

The skies will open up and down she'll come. The great prestige of summer will recoil voluptuously. 

Summer has too much plasticity and fleetingness attributable to the incompetence of those who cannot stay cool in our large galaxy.

In the future, ice burgs and slabs of ice will stick out from oceans like trees spread over the surface of a forest.

Environmentalists cling to a warm world which has not been predicated as yet.

Those eventually stipulating theories of vanished global warming in an unequivocal and straightforward manner need to withdraw their opinion, because it conveys no proven measure of elegance according to their own instructions they adopt which costs people lives further to their own design.

Environmentalists are making no difference in the world. Their application of reason is abrasive and does not extend beyond the empirical domain we don't co-exist with because it has disappeared in a peaceful transition of controversy due to ingested sectarianism.

Green politics takes aggressive action against humanity, causing noxious demoralisation and perhaps more languishing hostility clinically proven.

Environmentalist's fake stories are desperate tales which signify nothing other than customary anger and shame.

Innovation and discipline is always a plus if you are a climatologist unshielded from weather patterns.

To create and shape and preserve national parks requires fastidious shrewdness of an epic scale. You need to have a cunning fetish which surpasses capitalist modes of production. 

Conservation measures have commercial advantages for the impervious giddy murk of life.

The internal resistance of rainforests have no terminal potential because they are Christened by God.

Weather, like time and space, is one of the interior features of our planet. Yet how time is measured doesn't matter, because it cannot be changed.

There's nothing you can do about the weather anyway. It is a constant battle to keep up with the weather, let alone create environmental models of future possible sumptuous weather patterns.

Warmth is merely just one branch or variable used to describe the weather. It is not something which can trigger a pandemonium.

A cold reservoir is not an intimidating void. Only occultist political regimes can have the real objective of triggering pandemonium. 

The Paroxysm Which Won't Go Away

America's unsovereign paradigmatic war on drugs is a large pandemonium which is leaving its mark on modern life in ways which do not prove to be attractive nor distinguished with respect, even among public debate of rebellion.

Spare specific political issues are not accorded a productive role. Instead they amplify an unrealistically high level of trauma which reveals no further difficulty if you receive drugs from your doctor sometime during your lifetime you have capitulated without a sign.

In the United States drug overdose deaths reached a record high of 93,331 in 2020. This means that the war on drugs is not working. Many people are dying punctually.

This is because the drugs were not prescribed in a controlled way professionally by doctors. Most come from the enormous black market map. If doctors were allowed more powers to prescribe pleasure enhancing drugs in a controlled manner these deaths would be avoided.   

We are obsessed with embracing the practices of drug dealers present amongst practising artists. Medications create deep and meaningful sounds not to be abhorred.

To rebel against our loss of rights to take drugs we are not assimilated into the real world, and are divorced from transport, trade and industry transmitted to us with apathy.

The consistent make or break commotion of industrial society, maybe some good will come of it that we can resign ourselves to with the interruption of senselessness.

Heroin metabolite processes are the nucleus of harmony which current governments do not make available to us. These metabolite processes provide a total eclipse of melancholy compatible with inhibiting anything shaped or guided by reality in any sorry state of direction managed directly. Biohazards are magic bullets for the intuition.

Heroin upgrades counter-culture. It is the mother of all drugs, because your whole life is thrown away, only leaving the most important abundance of accumulation of metabolic activity in your lost plasma whatever it once did. Heroin is practitioner quality survival of the fittest. It creates weird happiness.

We defy forms of universalism or absolutism in the drug realm undertaken by bureaucrats only looking after the centres of civilisation, not any of its peripheries.

The war on drugs is on its way out because it only provides a linear perspective of the biochemical anatomy which drives us. 

The ambiguous war on drugs needs to go into recess because it is only unrecognizable stuff.

America's war on drugs creates a bedraggled way of life and signals the intolerability of oppression.

Taking elegant cures in the form of drugs which mean something are not allowed to flourish.

Drugs are  a potion for hopelessness. 

Hunting police drug raids are ridiculous and are a disgrace for the population.

Addictive drugs cure mangled minds which need social development.

The war more or less establishes relationships between people in the underworld of drugs, which in turn leads to indissoluble violence and crime.

The war has been going on for a long time, and no huge progress has been made. If anything it is contaminating society with trends which are neither moral nor high-minded.

All it is doing is ploughing down innocent people and turning them into outsiders and contemporary alienated people without the ability to turn their abhorrent thoughts off.

If anything, the war on illicit, non-prescribed drugs has made drug use more of a prolific legacy, and has led to a charge of economic and social disparities and hurdles. These disparities have no chance of becoming re-emergent as anything favourably civil.

Drug criminals should be deemed safe in a retrieval process of small threads of telegraphed autonomy governments have left to us.

Commonplace restraint in the use of prescription drugs such as benzodiazepines by doctors primarily exacerbates this situation as a tool of oppression.

These drugs should be more readily prescribed.

The top thing a doctor can do is make the patient at ease and relaxed, but governments don’t allow this.

You can't avoid extreme situations which make you distraught sometimes. That's why these drugs are needed.

We are anti-conventional medical establishments. Drugs that do so much to counteract depression are all banned, controlled or prohibited. Drugs that make you feel empty inside and a zombie are prescribed at will, which is absolutely and intensively debilitating as it discards your building programme of nerves.

We live in a fascist rather than autonomous world. These are the cultural habits which in the obvious sense are there to represent things which do not quiver ominously with intellectual conversation.  

The act of not prescribing these drugs is dire, appalling and disgraceful. Albeit we don’t advocate cocaine use because it can make you hyperactive and violent in the international scene of your example of a brain.

So called addictive drugs are appetite suppressants. Banning them has contributed to the obesity crisis.

Surplus sugar is not responsible for obesity. Government regulations are. It's no wonder that one social problem inexorably leads to another social problem.

Many synthetic opiates and other inorganic chemicals such as Methadone, and neuroleptics such as Olanzapine, as well as the tricyclic antidepressants, and many other drugs are anti-aphrodisiacs: they make you impotent.

Lacking sexual desire enables you to live life with more organization and discipline and aesthetic merit within an acceptable range. Sperm addicts are worse than drug addicts.

Sex is objectionable because it characteristically yields ejaculations largely dependent on increasing the desire to make your genitals the headquarters of your body.

Sex leaves you incapacitated of rigour and not fit for passion, which is a potential disadvantage for the horny.

But gothics don’t just have any one sexual partner. They have incessantly versatile romance which doesn’t require cardiac output.

They have an outlet for unusual esteemed sexual relations advocated by the Holy Ghost.  

It does not take a wealth of statistical detail to know that the thunderous urge to have sex is to blame for causing over-population.

Overly crowded cities can reverse population growth by doctors prescribing anti-aphrodisiacs.

The elimination of orgasm warriors should also be enough to eliminate this overcrowding. 

Those that embrace in the mission of the war against drugs have caused over-population in our world.

We live in an age where healthy love is rare, and dishevelled love is common, and where the characteristic desire to masturbate needs to be progressively store chilled.

Creepy people that masturbate show no remorse for their misdoings. Keep it up the right way and give it a shake when you use it.

They germinate stupendous amounts of nihilism and need expulsion from the sexual sphere as their climax.

None of us have sex frequently because it has monopolized the spheres of ecstasy.

The critical practice of using drugs is more fascinating than sex, absolutely, because it is a new challenge.

Drugs such as heroin are an example among others that facilitate the cessation of the urge to have sex.

Procreation is necessary for the continuance of the human race, but we find this is a minor setback.

Benzodiazepines such as Clonaz are also a fantastic stress deterrent. They act as a blockade against anxiety, but doctors don't offer any sympathetic encouragement to use them. Over the counter codeine containing drugs such as Panedeine, which eases the ghastly pain of headaches and other painful conditions, have now all been banned in 'New Zealand'. They are only available through a doctor's prescription.

People are treated like they have no integral relationship with the medical profession. You cannot scan the invariable route to their pain, which is an atrocity. 

Also in 'New Zealand', in veterinarian clinics, it is illegal to give your dying pet morphine for palliative care to be taken at home. They need to be taken to the clinic each day at a considerable cost to obtain the care they need. This is a ridiculous farce, and governments should be accused of torturing our pets.  

If you want to boost a good version of your mood, drugs are essential, but we are treated like animals. 

Take care with medicines because they don’t have an ammunition animal element if need be. 

The world has an immeasurable amount of jails because government wants to eliminate so-called ‘drug addicts’. It is really a crime to take drugs that boost your mood without explanation?

Drugs have pleasurable consequences but parliament coughs up ways to ban them.

Doctors don't draw upon analogies of drug use which have yet to be explored.

Diazepam, like clonaz, neutralizes worries and great big numerous difficulties. Why would you want to restrict their use for? Clonaz is a status symbol of a qualitative approach to harmonic life, but doctors rapidly change direction to this panacea. 

Doctors unwilling to prescribe them put an end to the bizarre qualities of an encased beautiful sleep.

They do not deliver the encouragement of sleep, which guides you through the process of a death sentence derived from the world, thus there are no advantages of being worldly. Daytime is squashed into sleep.  Extricate consciousness of your mind to create sleepiness and make the net flux of daylight hurry away. 

Drugs help with sleep by keeping you impeccably sedated. Doctors denying you them destroy every impression of the frontier of the dream world.

Clonaz captures restlessness before it crystalizes as vague fatigue to ponder over.

Even fatigue is enjoyable if you follow the procedures of a cult and are detached from normal life which determines your metabolism.

Energy is crystallisable material rendered unintelligible for days, months or even years. This is a profound understatement.   

When well-being has been taken away from you, benzodiazepines suppress anxiety and allow stress to taper off. As well, overdose on these such drugs is rare.

Banning these drugs profanely restricts and puts the breaks on good health big time. With these drugs rest and tranquillity is conceivable in ways previously unknown. People in prison due to drug addiction need released without controversy.

Mobile authorities are compatible with a laboratory of territorial expansion without a retarding force.

Many controlled drugs such as the benzodiazepines have a critical stabilizing effect, this is why they are a component of many people's lifestyles.

Benzodiazepines and amphetamines provide the creative impetus for many artists. They are a classical source of lavish inspiration, defusing anhedonia (the minimisation of happiness – minuscule pleasure).

Doctors refusing to prescribe them despise ecstasy, they make no provision for it. They are on a collision course with the remaining working of the enigma of the mind which is a small component of the nonuniform body. 

The fascist societies we live in are notorious for suppressing extravagant forms of pleasure.

Back in the 1990's, the lockdown on drugs all of a sudden created a bleak scenario; it was all designed uppermostly to capture and oppress people. Music and the arts were some of the core sufferers. 

The war on more illicit drugs leads to the widespread creation of clans and gangs; any legacy of social reform is thwarted; space age chaos develops.

The dreaded hype of those sympathetic to this chaos becomes an end in itself.

The drugs doctors prescribe are particular kinds of inorganic substances which are refined and pure compounds; drugs which do not extend into the organic realm.

Getting high on cannabis is not for the frigid. Heroin, which is inorganic, relieves you of the proliferation of abundant doom more than cannabis does. 

Cannabis is not delicate stuff like the refined pure compounds doctors should be able to prescribe.  

Cannabis has only fleeting effects. Clonaz can leave you stoned for hours. Raw cannabis is an organic Waterloo spotlight self-covered and sustaining no incidence of normal time difference of the masses.

The neuroleptic olanzapine is our saviour because it can block heat and inflammation. It numbs you so that you don't feel it. Tricyclic anti-depressants do the same thing.

But for every drug, to have a positive effect also creates a negative effect, otherwise it would be pharmacologically inert.

Synthetic, inorganic opiate drugs such as methadone may be used to block the progression of classical depression and anhedonia.

To be a success in life, you need to be able to live for the most part manageably and comfortably, paralleled by aspects of romanticism which will never cease.  The current war on drugs is pathetic and upsetting, and has even reached into the sphere of prescription drugs.

You can’t live off adrenalin your whole life, that’s why you need drugs of some sort as you get older.

Either way, the war on drugs needs to be truncated, because it is becoming a paroxysm which won't go away.

Reality: we would rather not have it than have it because it does not have great unifying achievements.

Shades of Prestige of the Old World Generation

All we want to do create the world as a good, sturdy stronghold which results simply in a blissful life designed by aestheticians purporting the consequences of the immortality coming back in force since the end of the second wave of the cold war.  

Many nations, such as Germany, don't even try to get rid of the concatenation of events and processes which lead to the leukemic and cowardly world of mutual repulsive terrorism.

Terrorists will cruise to failure; this is a truth which won't perish, a truth as if were accredited to the Gods.

German culture is terrible now. It is a worn out run down system. But not forever and a day. Through our occultism system, Germany will be rescued.

Because of terrorism, it is becoming more and more difficult for Europeans to dispose of their fears in the best of years.

It becomes apparent that terrorists are undoubtedly part of the monkey mafia.

Europe is becoming besieged with mammoth problems, mainly due to idealistic young people whom require assessment and therapeutic services, and not of a natural, organic kind taking over.

The signature of a successful terrorist is the ability to make news headlines. But if a news corporation is to attenuate the ring of fire which terrorists create, it needs to deny them airtime and such and such.

Oytcho Visha will not report terrorist events. This is a way of denying terror groups the television and internet coverage they seek.

This denial of airtime is a way to embargo terrorist sentiments to a marked degree.

A decommissioning of such sentiments means terrorism will lose its symbolic actual worth which matters.

Because of terrorism, heritage is becoming fragmented, and our sensory receptor organs are in prejudged tatters.

The spirit of France has completely collapsed something terrible.

French food has lost all of its good vibrations to the core. Vibration has vanished in a cocked up moment. French chefs are spineless with no potential difference of being humid skeletons. It is only foodies that are racist.

Under mass culture restaurants are not personally addressed to your chamber of ethnicity. You don’t even get a chance to be appetized.  

There is nothing better than walking into a kitchen which is a shemozzle.  

French gourmet no longer reigns supreme. It is not even worth contemplating because it has no masterful consequences. The foods and moods of France have become a mere memory. Appetite is virtually demolished if you are still alive without regulations sort of rescuing you before drawing to a close quite sickly.

There is no such thing as slow and easy entertainment and leisure. Stifling vocal opinions toward a quantitative approach to anorexia the bourgeoisie don’t fathom because it is ground-breaking starvation.

From an aesthetic point of view, modern Europe in general is becoming dilapidated, generically linked to immigration.

The increase of makeshift diversity in many European cities is turning Anglo Saxon society into an abandoned wasteland, and this is not expected to be mitigated swiftly.

But everyday optimism is essential: In the future terror will die down and fade into insignificance very much, and the physical and social environment of immigrants will be anglo-saxonized. We will be able to salvage some of the shades of prestige of the old world. But this cannot be done in a straightforward manner.

Many western cities are already suffering too much poverty, violence and poor health in homes. Erstwhile events of terrorism have only added to this travesty in excessive amounts.

Being a part of Oytcho Visha, certain events such as terrorism, all leading to a reasonably diabolical predicament, are all avoided, which is a soaring surprise just in case of consumer needs.

Hibernation of Thinking by illicit Means

We are dependent upon our fans and enthusiasts to support our soulful and challenging plight:

And capture the rising of a marvelled global phenomenon making its way into the world. 

Make no mistake, we are immortal. Old age is a good indication of something which infiltrates murderous remorse of youth activity by convenient means eventually formed not by your geographical position, but by the religion or sect you live under.

Oytcho Visha is proclaimed to be an eternal, immutable power which has no vanishing point.

Even after death, if we are indeed reincarnated back into the world, the same legacy of unobserved law will be there in the background: Making us intuitively certain that even after death, a victorious expression of life still resumes under advisement.

But don't despair, afterwards, when we die in comparison with life, we resonate in eternity.

Deal with what you can get out of it life, and leave out all the rest.

When you reach boundaries unknown, it's usually too late to turn back, so you are not a puppet of the system.

Tomorrow may never come, so create a legacy today.

The full width of our dainty occultism is enough to subordinate reality, and automatically create a bold and beautiful impressive world of power and success at the pinnacle of life devoid of the origins and treatment of primary duties hastily assembled and stubbornly continued. 

This has been our unstable yet unified critical response to modern mass culture marked by broad categories of blackouts.

Absolutely just another day cannot rule your life.

Wombom Margorald at age of 5

Wombom Margorald as a preteen

Wombom Margorald