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[Queen Belle]

I ache to go back to the Satanic Panic era—a time when the mystical wasn’t a punchline but a pulse racing through society. People believed in "hocus pocus," feared it, lived it, and I miss that fire. Today, it’s all cynicism and eye-rolls; back then, you could speak of the unknown and be taken seriously. The aesthetics—the raw, dark edge of the 80s and 90s, the metal riffs, the shadowy art—hit me right in the soul. I connect with those who embraced it, who didn’t just dismiss the weird and wild.

I’d step into that world as an interloper, maybe a leader—starting a new cult or spreading Eastern religion, shaking up the scene. I love how Alex Jones, in his early days, dove into every angle of the chaos, no filter, no master. That’s my vibe too—explore it all, but no one tells me what to think. What we’ve got now? A total shitshow, worse than the Panic ever was. At least then, people cared enough to be naive. Now, we’re just bored and mundane.

That childlike grip on mysticism and faith—it’s not a flaw. It’s growth. Yeah, mistakes happened, but we should’ve learned to discern, not ditch it all. My favorite music, pulling straight from those Satanic Panic tapes, keeps calling me back. I don’t just want to see it—I want to live it, shape it, breathe it.