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The first devil of darkness is taste of the angry void;
its angel is wantonness. They welcome you w/embraces, tongues, caresses, at the gates, which are called Birth. Out here in Oblivion, there are whole hierarchies of hierarchies of angels, demons and further subordinate fiends, aethyrs- all evil in black servitude. And there are friends you must meet here. Fear is one of them (its obedience is orgasm of all the senses, singularly). Exile is another; it's handmaiden is Despair. Solitude is most profound of all; our embracing coil (and inevitable Mirth of exile). And you must learn about hate, wretchedness. You must fall in love w/serpents, Vampires, nymphs. Only when all is hopelessly in Vertigo will you discover essence, passions, Form. Only when all your selves, your sloths and lusts, only when all your life is dead & decaying, ripped to pieces, broken and rotting on the cold ground; it is only Then that you
can Know.
And it's Beautiful, monstrous
The Beasts await you
will guide you
coolly
wildly
The second devil of darkness is possession. The third is
scorn. Their angels are fulfillment and inspiration. I have known and loved all decadences, every debauch. There are no vices I have not danced with, endured. Vision is my wilderness, joyous as a satyr. Your shit is everywhere, reeking. Don't you love it? when you can feel tides moving like silk through and around you. You can feel them, sentiently, their soft breaths, gently, across your shoulders, breasts and neck. It falls in love w/you. Do you see hell? What do you see (what's that smell)? All deaths are permitted here. All deaths are taken. The rogue of humanity. We are not what we seem. We are impulse and blind, bent turned inward refracted color image light, reversed storming on all fronts & wounded w/our own skeletal casualties of memory.
And your skin is so alien
so abrasive & cold
You resemble yourself
and your terors, depravities
"Remove the dirty film lense covering."
-Go To Hell-
Go to hell. You must go to hell. It is
the only way. You must go to hell. You
must burn wildly burn. You must crackle
and scorch and blaze and cook. And your
flesh must blister and bleed and boil like
molten rock. Your hell must be incarnate
and true-complete w/all the deadly sins
& noxious fumes. And devils! There must
be devils of hideous dancing & laughing &
fuckery- all seething and evil and black.
(thunder)
Ah, good, dark symphony
of aggression
Naked as Anarchy-
an overture or cadence
to the reckless
and dangerous
(sensual concerts
of blood, impulse)
Heaping flies are your feast meal
In hell, you will surely not perish,
but soon learn fast the beautiful depths,
oblivion and their cool mating. The
wastelands are grinning, savagely,
w/carcasses and gnarled limbs in its
deathly teeth. Clenched. Utterly. The
tongues are flames of fire which lick
& scar you like blades, serated & damned.
Blasphemous soul! Satori and Sinner!
Yeah, go to hell, ungodly warrior, go to hell...
-Smooth Car Death-
Smooth car death
cool as sex
December dawn highway
thru an ancient wilderness
-"I wanna die in a
violent car wreck."
-"Yeah, man, that's how
legends are borne."
Rapt twists of steel and
chrome are a formless fate
against the meatbrain interior
vision of fingers, thighs. Stained
blood on broken glass, embalmed
on roads, dreams. The dead are
removed from cars but the soul
still lives inside, where Time hides,
forever buckled and dignified.
O Brother of Blood
Alone & witness of night
Mangled corpses of twilight
The curious approach,
murmuring softly
to each other
-Fuckers-
You want to fuck!
You want to stroke lunacy like an
engorged cock. You want dark savagery
and naked wildness and bestial delight.
To each, the senses- that we may touch
Life and render mindless soulful prostration.
Passion is a corpse and Love is a meat
market of prowess and luxuriance. Your
skin is so damned ennui and exile or
wicked asylum. Yeah, and only ecstacy
and orgy and wanton death are your
sanctum and sustenance, utterly.
Orgasm, for you, is delirium
in the blessed Now.
Remember?
Live screamingly,
mad rapturous
-Lethe Weeping-
Timeless patterns
of glass & ash
Pastels and dust
no doubt add splendor
glorious,
w/out possessions
Naked in holiness
wild as power
more evil than alive
more wrought than blood
Ah, sister brother
warrior lover friend-
yeah, o sweet & tragic,
what deaths & lunacies
have you black created?
yeah, what heresies?
what dark wretched wraths?
Children of Night
-runners rampant
Crafted in stillness
plucked out of Nothing,
utterly random,
plundered and ravaged,
rent awry, spent
Luxuriance has teeth.
Oblivion
is a cold symmetrical
spider
spinning cruel gardens
& megalopolises
of maw
Avenues, roads, tall
buildings, monuments
Far from exile
estranged
& crazed
Forests.
Valleys fields down
Bedrock plantations
and deep gorges
of corpses, the dying
heaping, reeking,
writhing like snakes
in the high hot noon sun
I remember night time
and the lonely highway
Borne maniacal
Die sublime
(The Sleeper still has
two red holes in his side...)
-Adonai-
Let us not forget:
"God" or "Jehovah" created Hell and
all its horrors. "Satan" or Devil, becoming
estranged from Perfect Communion, was
merely condemned to dwell there (as are the
rest of us). And there are lessons to be learned
in Hell. Wicked lessons of utter flaying. It
is true: All Things created by the Maker
shall, one day, return gloriously onto Him.
This is the moment of Eternal Discovery!
However, we, each His creation and labor,
must be made worthy of His love and
beckoning. We are beings aggregated by
our senses. We are the sum of our concerted
energies. Thus, worthiness is proffered via
an anointing of flaming fires and unceaseable
torment. We are thoroughly cleansed and
everything human is purified into our truest
essence. Through unimaginable suffering
and wrath, Perfect Joy becomes more
than a very great probability, it becomes
an inevitability.
Even the darkest of devils shall learn
this lesson...
-In The Mores-
I stand at a great precipice
& gaze wantonly into the dark angry void
and out & across the vast seas of Time & Space.
It is a monster and very beautiful. There are
terrible winds here that are not winds at all,
but carry off the essences, tastes and being of
all Things that exist, have existed and will.
Vertigo and consciousness are our eyes and
we weep, bitterly. We see being refracted
barbarously, back at us, only our own bestial
selves and miserable lusts, wretched desires.
There are pinnacles in this oblivion, though, to
which all energies & all passions are moving.
An ocean that drains into Heaven. Suns
that can shine upon themselves. It is the
Moment & this Moment is Forever after.
And I can see, clearly, in the great far off, a
fine vivifying day when all the shackles and
manacles of flesh & bone and clothing &
hair and all the instruments we use to aid
us in our condemned journey into nature's
bosom, are finally cast off and left to dregs
in dust like cracked dead snakeskin. The
old serpent is born anew and hissing,
slithers off into the boundless abyss.
Immaterial will be our exultant, divine entity.
Ah, well, until then, I'll just fuck this girl
like a man possessed
and wines shall be my sublimation
and I shall smoke
and eat
and sleep
and shit
Instant
and forever,
the Darkening
looming, hungry
Ah, and now Celeste
Now, Great Ethra
surging
And everything is here. You will see. We have it all. We have
intoxication and delight, magicks and phascinations. "I found
seven wines there." Secret mind behomeths. It is union which
defines and strengthens you. Ah, good feast, which feeds and
comforts you. Immaterial is your Yes and Being is a garden
where all dreams are dreamed and every heart is an open book.
Yeah, and we should be drunk by midnight and we shall dance,
madly and madly, sing.
Ah, child,
sister brother warrior friend
outlaw killer predator god
-Suffering is your freedom
and blood blood blood
(the coming more & more of)
Destroy lethargy
w/a wail
Yeah and madness shall divine the Night
(-yeah, finally divine the Night!)
But, in the bowels and depths of Oblivion, in the belly of
the machine, servants of Gedron still stalk and haunt, seeking only to corrupt ruin absorb soul-minds of mien esprit prowess. Ah, voyeurs. My fellow destroyers and kindred lords, remember 'Thustra. Remember, O searchers, and be blessed. The massive metallic chrome steel electric parasite worm creature is not Life is languid is fully around you and around you and strangling like a leper, w/leprous hands and leprous contortions and leprous hate. Abomination is their god and they worship around filth mirrors and each other.
Close by, a motor
howl screams to sickened composure,
sickeningly and at once, lashes
out at you
scarring you
w/morals ideals polity
The skies thunder
& rain
w/idols atrophies & glorified capitulations
No fate can save you
Only blasphemy and conquest
of Gedron and ennui can awaken
and free you
Only in darkness can you be borne-
-Great Ethra: In Arms of the Gedron-
Suffer the Beast which snares
you w/talons and serpent's tongue
of lies and dreams and Her exposed
fangs which will sink into you
and drink consciousness & your
violence from you like a greedy
Vampire. The World is on fire
& every hate and sick wretchedness
is seeking you, lusting you,
lasciviously, darkly like little
demons who want only to fuck
and kill and steal flesh from
bones & devour passions, visions
like fruit, sweet and bulbous.
In the bestial embrace of this
insane Fiend, in Her cold arms,
you will splinter and bleed and
She will kiss you w/venoms and
perfume you w/decadence & death,
sadness & sloth. It is your screaming
maniacal entrance from the Void,
from black Nothingness into this
bright savage phantasia that calls
Her to you and She, instantly,
adores you, seethingly like a spider.
Suffer, O young one.
Rebel and overcome. Suffer and
struggle. When you have birthed from
your wilderness & emerged into Dawn
which warms you like awakening, I will
be There, waiting & Together, we will
go to Love.
Yeah, brave warrior, you will hero
and my friend
-Rogue-
There are no good guys, anymore. No
warriors and no lovers. We are all outlaws
and criminals and fiends and things.
We got too fucked up...on the stuff. And
now, look at us. Human fuckin' comedy.
(hideous laughter) I'm laughin'.
Ha ha motherfucker.
Now, join us at the miracle. Yes, come
and join us at the great spectacle: The
evolution of the human. That's Maker.
There is darkness everywhere. And
burning, wildly. These hills crying pain.
Out here in the badlands, we are alone
and we weep, bitterly.
No requiem for the sacred.
Only blood
remains & reminds
us what we cannot know
Poet prophet revolutionary and foreseer-
visionary whim in a dream a book or
a hymn. Lethargy is howling wailing
throbbing consuming. Passion is a corpse
and the multitudes are whoring & warring
& spent. Let us chance to imbibe our
alive resplendant extant we'll long recall
and never regret. Ah, satori!
There are no rebels, anymore.
No fire and no esprit
I Wanna Die...
I wanna die
a good death in good Time,
when I have done
and am finished
When, inevitably, the Eventual
finds me, I want to go out
of this Life, smiling, blessing,
like a child. I want the scents
and bouquets of death to
perfume me, darkly, furiously.
I want the moans & beautiful
screams, cries. I want the song
of its horror lament. I want
to Feel death like coitus
immersion
I'll see you, old death
I will
The runners are rampant
and ruinous
and the night
like a deprived fiend
Dreg
Street lizardl. Rain.
Footsteps on pavement.
O worried brine
No mind
Fallen in the blind
Tumbled thrush
Wind
Storm on the sensate
That'll do.
Will you wanting more?
As before.
You whore.
-Deathly-
The angels are succubi
and outlaws and
nymphs
It sucks puking yellow bile
from the bowels of yourself
onto a city sidewalk
while sprawled piteously
on a bench at a bus stop
at 9a.m.
(-I got way wasted
and sought the beast
like a deranged fiend)
Know what?
I damnable found him.
The city flowed on
as it always does
Boulevards & pagodas
of river rot
Putrefaction
pale wickedness
under a hot noon sun
Wanton and pallid
-yeah, jackyls are a
sneaking vicious horde
Hardcore is a fiction
of despairs, wraths
Modernity is a beautiful
maniacal monster
Ah, and Uncertainty,
you are an engorging savage
I can feel my veins
darkening
atrophying
sickening
My eyes swim
gluttonously
in the sensual cool
phantastic detaching
The hairs on the backs
of my hands
& wrists
stand and bristle
evilly
Pallor rains adorn
morosely
the theatre of this
epic
Hookers out on streets
& Territories, hoods
Cops
and downtown
and the moon,
watching
(Drug dealers are social pimps.
Politicians are their prostitutes.)
-He put a double barrel shotgun
in his mouth.
(shotgun blast)
blood blood blood
(the coming more & more of)
murderous azure
to a screaming event
Ah, I love the night.
Sounds of passersby
talking, laughing
Cars in the streets,
revving, screeching tires
& sirens; ambulance & cop
Out there, a fire burns
more blistering than pain
more contrived than sex
I was there in a room
alone
w/lights out
Cigarette between my fingers
gazing insouciently
on the strange ones
and dregs
and oddities
of Modernity's cruel yoke
All are sons
and daughters of
wilderness
Primeval
and resplendent
Luciferian prowess
We can worship and
fuck and propagate
and dance and kill
We can create the dawn
We can destroy
Who will join in the hunt?
Who will leave the fetid
towns & houses of their
fathers & come to ecstacy?
Who will Rage, rage,
godlessly?
-This is how I'll love her;
w/blades in my teeth
and venoms & blasphemies
Yeah, this is my edge
(and only cool I know)
-War Pigs-
Bloody warfields of corpses
skeletal remains, wrought limbs
The reapers are sorrowful & piteous,
their palms and fingers weeping
sick red tears & vomit of bowels,
heaping in garish streams,
rivulets of savagery & lies
Ah, doomed pride.
Death herders bear militance
and method and excess & lunacy
Cities where prowess reigned
(megalopolises of disease & spectre)
Do we deserve this way w/the rest?
the murderous thunder of guns
the sound of rockets, projectiles
of fire, obliteration
Women wildly mourning
husbands & sons, fathers
and brothers
Morose lament in the hot noon sun
Desert hell
mts.
Let sleepers lie
(Vultures have long been
circling above)
