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A seared red sea
Dead history is
Delivered and divided
In the line of the nile
Pythagorean egypt
Raised the house
of hades and the dead
Opened the book
In sinai sin is a
Golden nature
A liminal animal
Existing in exile
For forty years
The desert rests
Listen silent
Let the letters tell


Ernst HaeckelDiscomedusae, 1904


Starblood (Live on MTV)

Same person. No difference at all… just a different sex.

Well, that’s understandable. Children are a bit of a waste. Most are a total loss.

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize ‘The stars are words’ and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

the rhythm builds up


There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute, perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend. Rather, you should long for the perfection of yourself. The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

Albert Camus

of course, i was interested in witchcraft to begin with

you are my music
i dance to your rhythm

our days filled with glittering sand
sparkling water
burning afternoon sun
our nights made of
bright shining stars
red ripe moon

we dance through this time of colors
lights, scents, sounds
we move in the same rhythm
with everything

your diamond skin hair painted gold by the sun
the black of your eyes swelling full like the moon radiant piercing me

you are where it all comes together

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