CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
A statue of Cavour in Turin with, as typical, a knealing Isis rapt with his mystique at being Cavour, whoever he was. Some Italian leader. Who cares.
So Morrissey sings a song about entering nothing and nothing entering him until someone came with a key and did their best, but... So now key person is here and can figure anything out but, frustrating to the people USING Morrissey, is the fact that the only question key person seems to ask is WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO STOP USING US? So these users, known by many names but I suspect are by and large Martinists, use scare tactics to convince Morrissey that he HAS to do something or HAS to go somewhere or HAS to act a certain way OR ELSE! Or else what? Or else the game is up? Or else Morrissey can finally have a shot at a normal life? These coded songs are not the work of a man being irreverent and clever, they're the work of God. But if his work can be controlled by mucky-mucks who are better at controlling, then they can write their own history using Morrissey's keys. THe keys are his. He should do with them what he wants and do with his life what he wants. I may not know everything, but I know enough to suspect that Morrissey is being guided by voices that just might be a tad manipulative, even if they are well-intentioned. Morrissey needs to make a ginormous step now and I know some might assume this opinion is self-serving, but the time has come.