No Gods, No Gatekeepers
NO GODS, NO GATEKEEPERS
They built their thrones from the bones of our silence.
Crowned themselves curators, tastemakers, trendsetters, demigods of "good taste"
while siphoning every drop of originality from the kids they just can’t wait to brand.
They sit in algorithmic palaces, sipping relevance from stolen voices.
But I didn’t knock on their door.
I burned it down. I set fire to the blueprint.
You think I’m waiting for approval?
You think I begged for a brand deal?
You think I needed permission to be divine?
As if some necrotic fashion ghoul in vintage Dior gets to declare what’s worthy, what’s “in,” what sells?
No.
I make art that doesn't match your aesthetic moodboard.
I make zines with typos and altar oil stains.
I stitch curses into the hem of my bootleg couture.
I paint with glitter and grief and blood if I want to.
This isn’t content.
This is communion.
Art isn’t sacred because it’s curated.
It’s sacred when it defies curation.
Because someone with shaking hands, low on sleep, with a broken heart and no cash in their wallet still brought beauty into being and whispered,
“I was here. I didn’t bow. I made something anyway.”
No gods. No gatekeepers.
No trend forecasts. No influencer-approved hex codes.
Just you, your strange howling truth, your vision, and the riot clawing its way out of your chest.
Your story was never supposed to be marketable.
It’s not a product. It’s a possession.
And you?
You’re not some limited-edition drop.
You are the storm that ruins their launch party.
You don’t need a key to get in,
Because you are the door.
So hex their elitism.
Haunt their runways.
Scrawl your manifesto on the back of their press releases.
Let your flaws be your fingerprint.
Let your weird be your war cry.
Live your life untamed.
We don’t audition for rebellion. We incarnate it.
NEWS:
🖤Dialogues With Dead Gods #1 is available for purchase and digital download on magickNmetal.com
🖤 Someone asked me to be their sugar baby in the comments of my last Tumblr post (Burn it, don't bury it). Check that out if just for a laugh.
ECHO CHALLENGE: The Unbranding Ritual
This week, reject something marketed to you as “you.”
Find a trend, ad, or aesthetic that claims to represent your identity, and dismantle it.
Post a photo, zine page, altered clothing item, or blackout poem that subverts it.
Tag your post #EchoChallenge and @ me on social. if you are (un)lucky you might hear an Echo in response!
Poetic Prayer:
Oh spirit of sacred chaos, bless the untrained, the unfinished, the under represented.
Patreon Supporters & Additional Credits:
Studio Mimmi Ceramics
If you ever need Echo she lives [here].
Weekly Signal Boost Ritual
This is your echo spell. Cast it loud. Cast it often. Cast it together:
🖤 Monday – Instagram @ CuteAndDestroy / TikTok @ magickNmetal
🖤 Tuesday – Pinterest was weak so I fed it to the void. RIP
🖤 Wednesday – Instagram @ CuteAndDestroy / TikTok @ magickNmetal
🖤 Thursday – Tumblr: magicknmetal.tumblr.com
🖤 Friday – Patreon + Instagram / TikTok @ magicknmetal
🖤 Saturday @ Midnight – Midnight Manifesto at magicknmetal.com
🖤 Sunday – Instagram/TikTok again (because soft chaos is still sacred)