Ash

So, here we are again. Lambs to the sweet slaughters

Another few days closer to The End, where we will all gather under the ash-filled sky.

Re-understand

There is a pressing need to re-understand and conceptualize torture. It is not pain and suffering.

It is simply an interface with the superior, enigmatic and curious ancients.

Arise!

And the enigmatic night sky commands aloud, arise o thou foulest filth

Arise thou crimson night entwined…

Through curses and possessions galore

Arise, and break through the heavy mist

Empire

The Empire is expanding, ladies and gentlemen, regardless of your wish or concern. 

Time to decide if you want to share in the Empire’s growth or get obliterated in defying its embrace, is nigh. 

Choose wisely, wandering souls.

Burning

When you smell something burning and yet see no visible fire or flame, be forewarned. 

For it is the inner smoldering, the eternal embers inside, which is causing the smell of heat and fire

Don’t sit and ponder on it. Stand up proud and embrace it.

Below

Nothing is below the standard. Nothing is too low brow to embrace, too plebeian to cherish, once you’ve been down below

Shock Value

Somebody told me sometimes ago that the only value that matters in pursuing stability is that of shock and awe. 

So why are we so bothered with all the shock and awe that regular people have done?

Is it only a ‘proper’ shock and awe when it is organized by a State or groups of terrorists?

Why is it ‘wrong’ when, for example, conducted by regular misanthropists with a taste for pyrotechnics?

Hocus-Focus

In one breath, focus, to the depths 

Ride the monochromatic tone of void

In one breath, focus, to the void

Misanthropy

I don’t hate you or anyone else.

I just cherish the moments when exquisite pain befell you all.

Inner Light

I had once thought that they were the way, the founders, the pioneers. Now I know they are but means to an end.

They set the templates, the dirt roads, the corner stones, for true inner light to shine and awe everyone through the modern art of music.

So, thank you for setting up the templates. You’ve all served your purposes.

Now it’s time to let the templates fulfill their destined aim: let the inner light shine and soar to the heavens and purgatories. 

Never bended. Never tamed. Never a prey.

Set a course to the infinite fires.

Wonderful View XXXVI

Cough It Out Loud

A cold night, a handful of warm whiskey

A taste of blood on the cough, like little bitter cakes of love 

A well sharpen knife, a handful of warm blood

Let me love you proper and wild

Love you cough you out and loud  

Eternity

And we saw eternity, in the gushing of the sacrificial blood.

Abra-had Dabra. 

For every drop of life is a shade of The eternal strife

Kazum- dabra…Mordru hadra

Let It Roll

When it is time to roll, it is time to roll, and nothing more to say. 

Who cares if anyone gets dirty or soiled in the black earth, and the blood red mud?

Firelust

Every beginning has an end and every inhaled breath an exhaled one.

So shall all of this carnal presence come to an end too, in a freezing cold night or a warm fiery evening, who cares what way annihilation comes forth as?

Nemo Ante Mortem Beatus

Come on baby, lick my fire…

Research

Practice makes perfect. And so does well executed, insightful research.

Less pain and more gain, as some say. 

A good research reduces the need for tidying up loose ends. 

Ripe City: Reprise

It turns out that the city was not ripe for change and cleansing, after all. One thought one would know these things from experience. Apparently one does not.

The smell of blood in the rain is but a vague notion in the brain. No grand entrance to the city’s purge, just a capricious maze of ever changing banalities.

Worship

Be frank and brazen in Thine worship

Let neither culture nor convention of the masses suppress thee…

In Between

Between a dark scythe and a reddish knife, I am lost 

In a plethora of choices, vice and lust

Between the cold ravines of death and the sizzling heat of rape

Caught in between, in limbo, in perpetual edge

Lost in darkness and dark light abound

Lost in the Moment V

It was a dark, damp night. One can still recall the phosphorous air, the charcoal black gorge walls.

One can also recall the look of fear and desperation from one’s father, falling into the cold, silent chasm, of red rivers of embers below. 

Was it an omen, a warning from the infernal dimensions, something like three hits and you’re out ? Or was it three strikes and you’re out?

Combined

Fear don’t sell.

Hate don’t sell. 

Peace don’t sell. 

Happiness don’t sell. 

Only a balanced combination, a devious mix, sells.

Hail the mighty combiner.

The adept, the beloved enslaver.

Just a Thought

What do you think about the wedding?

It’s okay. 

You like the bride? She really shines doesn’t she?

Much shinier if she was skinless I think.

Sounds like an idea.

No worries. I’ll get the knives.

Masters

Whatever I swing the athamay for it is not for any masters unless it is for their destruction and exploitation for my own, mastery….

I don’t follow, I don’t bend, I am untamed and ceaseless.

Forever prowling.

Caution

When one sees another hurtling mindlessly towards a head on collision with reality, what should one do?

Advise the other of the apparent danger ahead, or sit back and enjoy the calamity as it unravels?

One would be wise to give a cautious ‘beware’ to entice the other into disregarding the advise, and then sit back to enjoy the calamity that unravels.

So.

Yep. Go on. Keep at it…never mind the critics 

Wonderful View XXXV

Control is the name of the game for our nightly regime to remain entrenched and forever ruling.

Primal

Stand in the freezing steppe wind, the silky night fur, the damp air full of howls 

Mark our primal bygone days, our glorious return to atavistic roots

Lost in the Moment IV

180 on the pitch black highway.  

I am the shadow meteor, the ghostly bullet screaming for target.

Taunt me, and I shall come running to thee….

Born

Everything breathes and everything dies. 

Perhaps we are all coffin fodders, born to rot and fertilize the earth with decay.

Lost in the Moment III

It was 11:11. 

There was no sound. No wind. No whispers.

The night was as silent as the moss on the stone altar. 

And we were lost in the Magick. Pure and untamed 

Little shooting stars, lost in the galaxy.  

To Those Who Beckons

Thou that continued to lure and tease me to this vortex, I acknowledge thee in thine pure and untamed energy, although one shall stay on the precipice and venture no further….

For one doth knows that to do the deed is to forsake undoing the reciprocal need

…and there shall never be a need more desperate, more demanding, than that of thee….

Mask

“Virtue has a veil, Vice a mask”

Good Tales

I am just a sucker for good tales. Camp fire stories that grips one mind and fantasy as tight as a gallows’ nose. 

Once in a full moon ago, such a gripping story actually manifested itself into a beautiful nocturnal hunt, full of twisting run and otherworldly critters.

All hail the great story tellers. The magician of the unseen aether.

Tweaking II

How does it feel to always be excluded from the current, the ongoing? 

Does it help to intensify the groundswell of misanthropy that one has over the years?

Is it effective in alienating the one from his or her other personalities?

Would there be enough of a psychological split to mould an effective operator for the order of the dark light and the atavistic revelations, to manifest itself in this realm?

So many questions, so little time to answer..

Tweaking III

Tweaking

....."It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.".....

Blue

Don’t fall, my love. 

Just drown, in the graceful blue, that is you. 

Ripe City

The city was ripe for change and cleansing. One knows these things from experience. 

It is the smell of blood in the rain. A grand entrance to the city’s purge

Behold II

For a fourth night one thought it will all be over, but it didn’t, and the four horsemen ride on….

Shemamforash

Behold

Oh, what beauty do those eyes behold, in between the shadows and the lights, the gripping cold?

Return

“We shall return”, is all I can remember of that fateful night under the shadow of the tree and the morning star. A momentous night where one’s preconceptions are deconstructed forever by the presence of the real, true one.

Beauty

Would beauty exist without the flesh, a drinking buddy once asked and hence stirred a life-long interest in the subject.

I honestly don’t know if it does depend on the flesh. Come to think of it, taxidermy would not be so intriguing if beauty lies independent of the flesh, wouldn’t it?

It is always beautiful when it bleeds, though.

Orthodox

The true orthodox will not budge from the path of dark light, even if it hides in the shadowy corners of the cold, damp walls 

The orthodox shall prevail, ascending to the very warmth of the darkness and its embrace

Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra

Hate #2

When you’re not with the pain you trust

Trust the pain you’re with

Hate

When you’re not with the one you hate

Hate the one you’re with

AHD

Abra - Had - Dabra 

Let the masters of the disguised Arts

Come to bear one’s wishes for the four parts

Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra

Masters of Shan - Gri - La

Meet one halfway in the circle 

Of night and secrets forever idle 

Method

There is a method to my madness, she said, once in a pale moon ago. 

A formula to open up my universe, like the peeling of an onion, and the unraveling of my secrets for you…she said, once in a pale moon

Hand in Hand

Stupidity and vanity go hand in hand. A pair of gloves that fits a pair of hands. It’s the reason why some are much easier to lure than others.

It’s the reason why one would, and should, smile, upon the misery that the arrogant hand shaking one’s own has to enjoy, in the cleansing that is The Hunt…

Wonderful View XXXIV

Only the prettiest ones look good in red

Time To Decide

Glory in the basking light of the lord of all mundane light….or that miserable, pointless little life in your hands.

The time is ripe to chose, oh scarlet beauty… 

Take Me

how shall you take me 

pretty, little, lost lady

will you come to eat me

devour the vices from head to knee

and let your beauty enchants me

Whispers

To understand the night one should first and foremost learn how to listen to the sighs and moans of the aether, just prior to and after a sacrificial offering. 

Only then and then only, shall one learn to listen to the whispers of the evergreen night shades, and the rise of the one whose light surpasses all shadows.

Take A Stand

Stand proud among the weak, the meek, the lambs to the slaughter. Take no shit from the shitty community, and set out proud to shit on their cracked skulls. 

All hail the stubborn fucker who did not want to budge from a test of physique with my front fender last night. You truly took no shit from anyone…