Name: Anthony Parker D.O.B: Dec 5th 1990 Height: 6'2"
Religion: Occultist, Wiccan, Heretic and hater of the gods
Occupation before Prison: University Student
Convicted of: Uttering Death Threats Release Date: 2026
Looking for a relationship with women
"Look at me. I am the son of a great man. A goddess was my mother. Yet death and inexorable destiny await me." Homer.
I believe in the King and Queen of all gods whom each are a realm unto themselves ad infinitum. We are born in a fallen universe of an evil deity whom hungers in avaricious lust for our souls, with a destruction rate of 99% of all species thus far extinct and a mortality rate of 100% of all creatures dead.
"As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, they kill us for sport." Shakespeare. Satan in Hebrew means the accuser and I indict the gods with crimes against humanity. Herein I revolt and if there be an afterlife I consider myself damned to suffer eternal hellfire. Unless the isles of St. Peter greet me with justice than I renounce what these pigs call heaven. Yet despite my animosity and the towering shadow of death, I worship the powers of Love and beauty. With the use of black magic and blood gorged rituals of the most hedonistic nature, I will harness the very entities that destroy me. Therefore in a orgiastic wedlock between the infernal and empirical forces, I raise my ceremonial dagger to the waxing moon and invoke the spirit of Lucifer. "O thou angels of desire, O nymphomaniacs, embrace me - I am the father of liberties."
I have a dark and gothic soul teeming with Promethium rebellion against the confines of this twisted world, and with an Oedipul grin I point my pistol at the holy father and ka-pow!" "Jacosta is mine!" I want the world and like Dospoyveskis bastard Karamazov I have the motive. The sinister heavens pelts tempest, zounds and thunderbolts upon my attempts. Like the flying Dutchman in Wagners Opera I struggle to exact from chaos the rectitude of a faithful spouse, and until salvation I spurn the shore. Or as Hades whom swore to unleash hell unless Jove grant him a wife, like wise until some consort marry me I curse all deities. There's a certain moth that desires in its mate a tone of darkness which nature doesn't offer, hopeless in agony it yearns unto death as Frankenstein monster who cried out "Where is my Eve." The Lord answered Adams prayer, what of my orison?
Thus I supplicate the ebony god of darkness for one aught of strength and with infallible fidelity to suffer with me the buffets of fate; for one aught of courage and dignity to conquer with me Golgotha and the mysteries of marriage; for one aught of devotion to burn with me in hell, yet still offer pagan sacrifices unto the black Lord. This I pray in the name of the Grand Seducer. I attract thee and thereby offer a strife laden future and I mock as Hamlet "This plague be my dowry." As a friend or with romantic interest, write me, I dare you. Now listen to "dark angel" by Nosferatu.
P.S. I don't have H.I.V. So ask me why.
Please send your letters to:
Anthony Parker
Waypoint Centre Fap-A
500 Church St
Penetanguishene, ON
L9M 1G3