Upon Love

Love in its nakedness, its wretchedness, is a celebration. It is a whole in itself. A stark contradiction to the wall of reality. It is deep—it is that deep well that has no end, but a sparkling heart, an irresistible heart. But to know what the well holds, one must fall. And fall deep. One cannot hold on to the meaningfulness of the skies that’s left behind. One should believe in the meaninglessness of the swiftness of the fall. One has to believe in the madness, the madness of plunging in a well. To hold onto nothing but air, and fall—ceaselessly. It is this that makes it so exciting, and stretches it beyond understanding.

But to expect another to understand this madness is as stupid as it is futile. It is an individual’s individuality. It can not be shared. It could be reciprocated, but never shared. Like—to belong to another, one must be free—completely free. And to be free means that one does not expect. It goes like a gift. One is thoroughly happy in the ecstasy of the feeling itself. Of the lift of that fall into the well. Of the sights and feelings one has in the stomach, during the fall. The tickle, the charmed blank sweetness of everything. That my friends can not be shared. That my friend is like a question without an answer. And answer it must not have. For it is in this blankness that lies all the depth and beauty of that well.

Come now, oh! Beautiful surprise
I seek only your beautiful eyes
And the glow that they behold
But come in your nature bold

That Trippy Cheese Of Delightful Colors

Goddess Of Delight

Hold On To This Night

I Need Your Arrow

To Mark My Dreams

* Photographs Have Been Worked On Photoshop

Well I'll Tell You A Story Of Preachers And Men

“And now we begin
To learn and pray
Since we do not have a heart
Please tell us where?”

Pray in the house of god
In the palace of his birth
If they don’t open it for you
Lend them your purse
And if they still don’t budge
Choose: murder, rape, or a wicked punch!
All will do, for it is
A question of your faith
How can you let then take
Such a thing as that
Kill them all till they lay flat

Kill them! Kill them all!
And you shall receive
The ancient house of the gods
There is not anything wrong
Since it is the will of god

Go rape them for they are weak
Go torture them and make them speak
In the name of our god, the one we believe
And he shall give you the kingdom of wax
Where you shall receive a lot of prize
Where all your wishes will come true
So I believe he said to me last night

“But sire! Oh lord! Oh preacher!
Last night we saw you at the brothel”

You fools! You do not understand
You cunning fools, they needed a hand
There is nothing like a brothel in the eyes of god
So I had been sent there to cure through my rod
God loves us and wishes that we follow his word
We all have been assigned a task you see
Mine is to cure like yours is to spread
The name of god, for he gives you bread
Listen for I tell you things you do not know
Don’t let anyone hurt the faith you have
They have no right to live if that is the case
For there is our god and he is just
And in the name of justice you must
Kill them! Kill them all!!
In the name of justice!
And in the name of our god!
The women and men should for centuries recall
That there is one god—
A god for us
Not a god for all.

“Oh Sire! Oh preacher! You are true
God must have come late at night to you
We are sure that’s why we do not see
For at that hour we generally sleep
And if that is what he wishes for us
And with the promise of a more beautiful birth
After this death in some immaculate land
With virgins and fairies for each our hands
Then we can go and do all he says
He is a kind god, for he supplements

Now draw your command through your breath
And guide us saw we widen the arms of death.
Come now my brothers who believe in the true god
Let us go and rape and make merry
and slaughter them all!!


— We voiced the monologue in our own image. We created an idea that would bend to any will that seeks power, and submission, and for ages we have been submitting to the cunning and the vile of men, that seek to misguide us. There can be no true faith unless it protects one man from another, unless it teaches us to love, else we are still the cannibals we were, and then god hasn’t really helped. We ARE really trying to find something that has already found us. Give me a gift! A gift of a true birth, a beautiful man, that cries with joy and laughs of man. Give me a gift of a beautiful being, one I can fear, one no one has ever seen. Give me a gift of a man so true, that I might fear him; truly fear him with all my soul. For such a man has never taken birth and never shall, till we eradicate the epidemic called religion from the hearts of man.

— We shall find the kingdom of happiness
In our lives, through our deeds
And in the arms of death we shall sleep
Satisfied forever.