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…

A Sense of Danger

Danger is that silent, tranquil, breezy, benign morning, when you are so confident about the future that you would grasp the open hand of a stranger….

A Homage Inspiration

  

You can always count on a busty pin up for some hunting ‘inspirations’. 

The kind that spice up the whole pursue, overcome and dominate ritual into a sort of pilgrimage.

As wordy as it may seem it does make the whole experience feel like homage to the divine atavism of time immemorial….in short: nothing beats orgasm with the full scent of blood at hand.

The Art of Conversing

Is it not intriguing how some people just come out and talk to strangers, in bars, trains, or even restaurants? What could have possibly moved them to do such a thing? Do they think they have something quite significant to share to others that they just have to start talking? 

Having engaged in one of such ‘conversation’ I can safely say that the nicest way to end such ‘intriguing’ chats is always by stating what the initiator shall do, obediently, for me, whether they like it or not.

Sometimes

Sometimes, less or no words are actually a blessing, even in music. 

One should know that well after all the frustrating moments when a decision has to be made between keeping a hunting game alive, a little bit longer, or not and too many voices are trying to decide which one should be done. 

Less is, indeed, “more”.

I Believe

I do solemnly believe in the mighty red one. The divine one who shall rip the skies when the hemispheres are collapsed and intertwined, and everything laughs thinking it is all fine. 

When the lusts and single mindedness of all are ripe for the infernal ram, coming on a lethal and speedy hatred, seeking countless detonations for all and everyone

Purity

To talk about purity is to feel the seeping bloodlust stirring and curdling inside, so intensely, all you could think about is the beautiful veins where all that beautiful warm life runs through. 

It is not a matter of ‘what ifs’ or other speculative non sense. It is a truthful, no holds barred, covenant with the primal and natural instinct of the taker, the intruder, the ravager, the absence of nurture…