No doubt many of you who have invoked me in seances are aware that my profile picture—the result of a youthful experiment with time travel in which, having taught myself to play the lute, I injected my consciousness into that of the young Caravaggio (expedited by our equivalent age and life experience), great fellow Tenebroso—is badly out of date and that I now "let the waves spin." Yes, such is incumbent on the καλὸς κἀγαθός, as is carrying your own oil for when the bearded fellows are buying.
The dread Tezcatlipoca-Ixquimilli is accommodating and not at all fussy, as far as evil gods go. Surprisingly, the manifest deity's conversation is basically political and economic—a humanistic and pragmatic deity, busily concerned with his slaves (and "We Are His Slaves"). We get on well because I ask little of him and do not meddle in his affairs, and presumably because my occasional visits for smokes and advice with sex-enchantments remind him of happier times when sorcery and divination were affairs of state.
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Ah. Here, my friend umu posted a more recent picture of me on his tumblog.
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