Thoughts regarding Crowleys beast

[Sepia]

The beast sets its teeth into the world, the bared fangs glinting in the sun, like the yellow teeth of the filth of the world. We are out of track, we aren't where we should be, we keep dreaming about the simple solutions, we keep seeing the rapier held high against that old fashioned knot and seven men in black suits stand around us, half windsor on each thin black tie. Here is the beast born, in Slaughter Swamp and in Richard Nixons brain it is given both form and purpose. Our eyes are elevated but our minds are still back there where we were born.

It is the beast that cut our chord as we climb screaming into the world and it is the beast that provides for us, the beast sleeps in every school, prison and mall, we think it is under our beds but it was never there, never in our homes because it is the beast that also provides the security found between the four walls and it is the beast we find when we cross the fourth wall. Godhood lies waiting for us and we see it some times but our hands aren't what they should be, we are lacking thumbs, reverted back to where we were born.

Our lips are weary from smiling and sucking on cigarettes, weary from sipping coffee and talking about nothing as we chip our lives away, as each day vanes into obscurity and we are left here with what we can feel, what we can smell and see, our intellect isn't here now, we're thoroughly bred humans again and we can see the teeth smile, we can see them bite at reality, we can listen to their sounds as we take a shit, take that dump we've been wanting to take for a week now, our stomachs are broken, seeping liquid with pieces of glass and we see the beast climb the kilimanjaro and we read it in the papers when we sit on the bus on the way back there, to where we were born.

Our roots, our feelings clinging to us like discarded smiles. We walk down the old streets and we see them there, former classmates, former bartenders that'd serve you aslong as you gave a blowjob afterwards, age never mattered but when they told me that line I thought it was about love, I thought it a taboo only to be broken in the most extreme situations but I was naive then because I believed that the world was the way I grew up believing and my was I a stubborn child. I know the beast is in my heart, I know the beast is in my brains, I know I am a part of it and we all are. It feels like it began as an idea, a concept which laid down the foundations for each and every culture and then sprung several ideas, our beast, my Thalia.

Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come said Victor Hugo and we see it in a new light now as we lob grenades from our e-trenches and every grenade holds the emblem of the beast, every grain of rice we eat has our stamp of approval on it.


you

you're a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I've ever seen.
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water out of the
hole in its back.

beast beast beast,
she kissed me,
what do you want for
breakfast?

           -- Charles Bukowski

[Novatore]

Ever watch guy Ritchie's REvolver?

none the less excellent post

[Cainad (dec.)]

Once again, very nice work, Sepia/brennschluss!