“…Early this mornin’ When you knocked upon my door Early this mornin’, ooh When you knocked upon my door And I said, “Hello, Satan,” I believe it’s time to go…” ~Robert Johnson
HELL HOUND OF THE APOCALYPSE…
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A thrust of lust…
Art, Photography
“I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.“
~ALISTER CROWLEY
In Praise of Bastet…
Art, Nigel P. Kitty, Photography
Maggies Farm is full of bastards, shithead’s, loser’s and wanker’s…
Art, words
Well I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while they slave and just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on, nah
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
words credited to Bob Dylan 1965 ©️
The Final Choice…
Art, Photography
“There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, in the end, “Thy will be done.” All that are in Hell, choose it. Without that self-choice there could be no Hell. No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. Those who knock it is opened.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
The Sickness Within…
Art, Photography
“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
