Next time I start a band it's going to be called LEWDMONGER.

I activate them by starting hard and trying to empty my mind and just look at the shape of the sigil and trusting that The Divine will fill the empty space I have made to help with the goal the symbol represents.

I get the frustration but the scenario I am now imagining in my head which led to you posting this is fucking hilarious.

This shit is delightful

"I've got a spreadsheet here that says you pricks should be happy" is a surprisingly common refrain among the UK wonkerati & it really makes me want to reread Marcuse's One Dimensional Man.