Is Beauty

Pain is the optimum balance, the penultimate beauty in waiting.

Listen and learn - sagradahbhra armothiaz tuilitiu, the mystical hymns of decay and resurrection

Keep It Within

Keep it all inside. All the urges, the beckoning, the call for the wild. Let it simmer in the dark recesses of long tainted memories, awaiting matureness.

Keep it all within. Burrowing deep into the endless labyrinth of amorphous soundscapes.

For sweet release is the gift of those who persist and keep it all passionately within.

Awaiting The Black Sun

Lie in sweet stillness, for the Black Sun to sear your sadness 

Akh-Nakh - Khadum Akhlim Shadraba 

Lie in sweaty stillness for the dark flowers to usher you into bloom 

Ever Flowing Ritual

Death walketh the night shroud in a Sulphur mist. Unbroken, endless bonfire circles the continuous mist. Like the ever flowing stream of a perplexing improvisation.

We are unbroken.... 

StrngDys

Recall the ultimate prayer…

“I press her thigh and death smile” - “I press her thigh and death smile” - “I press the trigger and death smile”

Nagrakadhabra

Lameth, Leynach, Semach, Belmay, 

Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim, Nagrakarathzdabrah, 

Ozetogomaglial, Zeziphier, Josanum, 

Solatac, Bozefama, Defarciamar, 

Zemait, Lemaio, Pheralon,

Anuc, Philosophi, Gregoon, 

Letos, Anum, 

Anum, 

Anum, Negrakarathz-adum-kabrah

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te

ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

Red Blues

When life is, as always, a disappointment beyond measure.

Why won’t you meet The One true life, halfway in the circle?

The One of night and secrets forever idle?

Come embrace The Creation, The timeless and primordial. Forever untamed.

O Mirror, Mirror on The Fall

Looking back at one’s past mumbling and rants, it becomes clear how much spiritual confusion and degeneration has taken place, instead of a fierce enlightenment. Trite, mediocre and anxiety driven, a spite on the true guidance path of the elders.

Khuran-barao, natas-sealb

Be cleansed shall one be of impurities – shattered glass, broken vision

Khuran-barao, natas-sealb

Aberr-rerakh Abra-Had-Dabra

Kadum-Dabra

Notes III

There was splendor all around the night gathering. Tress and barks hum in unison to the evening zephyr, chanting praises to the dark mountains.

A burning desire in each heart, raving and dancing throughout the night.

Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim
Anum, Anum, Anum

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 

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 XXXIII

Have a merry, merry

Fucking Saturnalia

O lone wolves of bacchanalia

Be merry, ‘till the bitter end

Winter Mood III

And so Thy will be scum

Upon earth as it is on the ravens

Let Thy kingdom cum

And Thy lust be done

Forever in darkness be damn

Winter Mood II

What is it with this winter and holiday thing that just draws me into so much sensation?

I guess the phallic symbolism of the Xmas tree, the blood red tinge of the fat and pedophiliac Santa Claus, the whiteness of the dirt stained snow, just tingles every sanguinary fancy one could ever possibly feel. 

A fancy for sacrificial lovers, and for drive by kills by gangsters, the beauty of blood written on snow splatter…

Mindrift

“I remember”, he said with a faint smile, “how one chemically induced trip, back in the 60s, had once taken me up a rainbow, which I proceeded to lick. I remember it tasted a little salty and sugary. Almost like blood. It smelled like blood too, that was until I realized, of course, it was the blood running down the broken needle.” 

“Those were the day”, he said in between the looming darkness, “When I was walking mighty tall and proud, on the wheels of fire” 

Prayers

Here’s what an a self-proclaimed insightful magus of the mundane realm told me once in a foggy bar stool evening: There is no need for any prayers, mantras, murmurs of parley and cajoling with denizens of horse shit realms that exists only in the beholder’s own weak, fearful, inconsistent mind. 

The only prayer useful to be pondered, the magus claimed, is the one from a few decades ago, when one is sober enough to perceive the ultimate truth: “I press her thigh and death smile”

Repeat after me: “I press her thigh and death smile” - “I press her thigh and death smile” - “I press the trigger and death smile”

Paris, 1970

Just realized how lots of intriguing things took place in 1970. 

The ambitious project called Aswan Dam was completed on that fateful year. An achievement which, eventually, lead up to such things as the increase in bilharzias parasitic infection on the unsuspecting local population. 

The Beatles break up on the same time. Leading up, of course, to the glorious murder of John Lennon. Hell, the first ever introduction of computer Floppy Disks was done on the same year!

Let’s not forget the more blood-smeared episodes of a Palestinian militant groups’ hijacking of five airplanes around the globe. On that note, we shouldn’t forget the shooting at Kent State University either…

Glorious, epic times indeed. Nothing, however, as epic and glorious as the live show done by Mr. Osborne and friends, in Paris, sometime in 1970…

The Power of Live Chants

Nothing seems to beat the energy and mystique of a live musical performance. Not for me at least. Not for the likes of Led Zeppelin either. At least not when they were still at their prime… 

Here’s an hour of unbridled bluesy Hard Rock at its best, ever…

Eyes of a Goddess

Why is it that the word “goddess” always gets related to curvy body, full lips, pronounced ass and all that shit but never about the eyes?

Think I have seen me some intriguing characters with goddess-like eyes. Those deep, mysterious and unfathomed stare that just ooze its way through your psyche like cold dagger.

It’s the kind of eyes that you’d want to keep, even if it means going against the owners’ will.

Steal those fuckin eyes (courtesy of stonerobixxx)

The 70s

Those born in the 1990’s, and maybe also late 1980s, will most likely be unfamiliar with 70s music as a background to their teenage and adolescent years. So, it’s a bit intriguing to see so many 90s youngsters nowadays picking up on the 70s vibe...

Is it the colorful drug-induced, laid back, fuzzy, meth-addicted warmth of the era that drag them?

What makes the retro-70s momentum so intriguing for me, is that it is now seemed to be mixed with death-obsessed and crude anti-Christian or pseudo-psychedelic and occult themes that turned the 70s ‘innocence’ into all out ‘transgressions’...

What a lovely comeback for the era indeed! Especially if it is heralded by talented musicians who do know how to handle their instruments, like the hard rockin bluesy US’ Tia Carrera and UK’s doomy Sabbath-esque Uncle Acid and The Deadbeats.

Tia Fuckin Carrera

Voluminous Acid