The Cult Kiss
est. 2025
by Genesisto all confessions,
kept discreet.

ON BECOMING HER
Plague by My Wine
What kills more easily than taxes?

The fruit of probing what one itches for: the ever-sought, but only now found; the sui generis. And so conspicuous once divulged that it, being concealed, is but casting pearls before swine, and void, being the swine. But since it is spared from futility,
it shall be claimed through every find.
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Each spoil is carved to the exhibit's liking, offered only as it pleases her eyes, otherwise ceases to exist. What's seen went and will always go through a dialectical process: dismissed if it falters and kept to remain if it suffices, preserved only insofar as it endures the house's inclination.
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The seen before stolen, the mosaic of an overthought intricacies. A radical arrangement attuned to the house's roots: tendered habits, domestic gestures, and all that feels so much of a daily basis to the exhibit.
A child of the exhibit's spiraling and ever-conflicting mind. Haunting rhythms and repetitions. Metaphors and dictions may only come so close to the inexplicable, but it is through such means that she attempts to serve a multidimensional view of things not meant to be seen from a single perspective.

Those who are just as exhibited, just as crucial for the headline, converged in their so-called home. What binds their bond is less a shelter than a stage and their meals are yours to dig in on your next dinner.
I. Rationale
Door's always open. But of course with its requisite to fulfill. Whenever you're girded to enter another scape of society, settle in, and make yourself accounted for, as it takes one's all to be put on display.
II. Towards Eligibility



This comes after the sown has fully been reaped. Those who are so dear, so significant to the exhibit. Initiated into the circle, not by chance but by warrant, marked as confidants of what lies unspoken. All access and backstage secrets are theirs to witness.

Necessary as it feels, members' identity are to be disclosed within the H.O.T.E credentials. This allows one to get the exclusively accessible, made clear in the ensuing section.

A vernissage to each collection, its spoils and whatsoever things that are new to the house before released. Published every month, the Bible of the Disclosed stands as its first unveiling, in which members get such benefit, and in beholding, inherit the right to indulge before others are admitted.

The spectrum spreads between a four-point-range:
call-it-what-you-will, thinkpiece, posh punk rage, and a lampoon in some sort.
Writings are not to be arranged with multiple languages at once (exceptions apply when a foreign word carries conceptual weight — like a term or origin that cannot be translated otherwise), Medieval Age spelling, ornate fonts, or excessive use of emojis, symbols, and kaomojis. Overusing synonyms is also something that is gently avoided.
I was born tilted. The kind of tilt that leans onto the left. My father is so much of a myth that a man could be. His mama’s a flower and he’s mama-taught. He’s a feminist marxist. An undrugged hippie. Untamed. Untethered. He watched the goldest marigold go manic so it’s clear that even gold resists stillness. His disposition is sewn into his veins, hence nothing makes the fruit of his mind and the fruit of his loins so distinct. I reek of heresy. I smoke freud’s gospel on bed, alone and bared. I am a psalm in drag. A raging mist. A hunchback-child. It is how I lull men with siren songs and eat their guts out — as one’s bread should be everyone’s — that I became unbecoming.But what’s conventional and what isn’t, really? If letting my hunger win and claiming bare necessity makes me deviant, then what was divine to begin with? Justified scarcity? Disparity? A passed-down culture of the fearful? Is it not inclined? Is it not to rule over the mind? And I do not wish to spar over truth. This is not a philosophical debate. But your people would not want a lecture on how to be god to feed their opened mouths. I bet you, as well. So why flinch when I repel? Why grit your teeth when I persist? What sates us women do not sacrifice you. So to hell with your system. Your steel. Your concrete.
By Genesis Moore · @TheCultKiss
And so shall it be.

What kills more easily than taxes? What is it that has less mercy? As the answer could be various and abundant — I would also hate to sound pompous to debunk the whatnots that crucify people so the gist of this stands alone.There are so many ways one may be portrayed, which I personally deem part of a spectrum. Perhaps vicious, selfish and unkind, named by one wing, and quite the reverse on the other. But beyond deciding whether it is pleasant or not, it is intriguing to put the epistemological matter of those causing pangs to the chest in dispute. And why, you may ask, is this not to deconstruct the good parts? We, humans, will never not strive for recognition and we have long analyzed why we receive the pleasant so it’s only futile to put this, too, in dispute.You hate Donald. You hate Benjamin, you hate Vladimir, Adolf, Jeffrey and any other names that spring to mind when it comes to this list of people. And that is, indeed, plausible even in the absence of explanation. In these modern days, however, one preferring their coffee bitter to sour or walls painted gray to blue could irk anyone for such reasons in themselves.How does one’s comfort seem to be a disturbance, if not explained by sheer spite? Again, the case is not to be compared to instances where the subject has committed odious deeds. So if I could name any other thing to consider, wouldn’t it still lead to spite?And that very spite consumes. It causes the heart to rot quicker than it should. It likes to be bitter, perhaps out of desire for recognition as I have said before. It causes the flesh to shiver at the thought of others drinking aged wine to commemorate whatever — for it refuses to know — if anything, it likes to think the harmless kills.But it alone kills. Far more easily than taxes.Oh and you’d die just as easily once in the possession of spite.
By Genesis Moore · @TheCultKiss
And so shall it be.


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