Friday, October 13, 2017

Happy Belated Birthday to the Beast 666 (10/12/1875 – 12/1/947)

So yesterday was the birthday of one of the most famous occultists in history, Mr. Aleister Crowley. He is the inspiration for most spiritual seekers to lean towards scarier forms of though, but he was also quite innovation in bringing several Eastern spiritual sciences to the US. He was also really, really funny and weird. Some of his poetry was pretty out there. I think a huge percentage of his followers forget that Crowley was a spectacular weirdo with various strange sexual fetishes. His enduring legacy is of course his writing and even variations on the Order he founded, but if you take the time to really look into his work you'll find one of the funniest men in occult history who people have far too seriously for far, far too long.

Leah Sublime
by Aleister Crowley

Cefalú, Italy

5.25pm to 5.15am

Against all principals, and in breach of two promises, I have sat up all night in the snows, writing a poem to Leah.
One long poem — an occasional publishable line thrown in when I weakened.
7.00 am: I think I’ll collect all my filth in one poem and mark it Leah in plain figures.
10.00 am: I think I did.

Leah Sublime, 
Goddess above me! 
Snake of the slime 
Alostrael, love me! 
Our master, the devil 
Prospers the revel. 
Tread with your foot 
My heart til it hurt! 
Tread on it, put 
The smear of your dirt 
On my love, on my shame 
Scribble your name! 
Straddle your Beast 
My Masterful Bitch 
With the thighs of you greased 
With the Sweat of your Itch! 
Spit on me, scarlet 
Mouth of my harlot! 
Now from your wide 
Raw cunt, the abyss, 
Spend spouting the tide 
Of your sizzling piss 
In my mouth; oh my Whore 
Let it pour, let it pour!

You stale like a mare 
And fart as you stale; 
Through straggled wet hair 
You spout like a whale. 
Splash the manure 
And piss from the sewer. 
Down to me quick 
With your tooth on my lip 
And your hand on my prick 
With feverish grip 
My life as it drinks— 
How your breath stinks!

Your hand, oh unclean 
Your hand that has wasted 
Your love, in obscene 
Black masses, that tasted 
Your soul, it’s your hand! 
Feel my prick stand!

Your life times from lewd 
Little girl, to mature 
Worn whore that has chewed 
Your own pile of manure. 
Your hand was the key to— 
And now your frig me, too!

Rub all the much 
Of your cunt on me, Leah 
Cunt, let me suck 
All your glued gonorrhea! 
Cunt without end! 
Amen! til you spend!

Cunt! you have harboured 
All dirt and disease 
In your slimy unbarbered 
Loose hole, with its cheese 
And its monthlies, and pox 
You chewer of cocks! 
Cunt, you have sucked 
Up pricks, you squirted 
Out foetuses, fucked 
Til bastards you blurted 
Out into space— 
Spend on my face!

Rub all your gleet away! 
Envenom the arrow. 
May your pox eat away 
Me to the marrow. 
Cunt you have got me; 
I love you to rot me!

Spend again, lash me! 
Leah, one spasm 
Scream to splash me. 
Slime of the chasm 
Choke me with spilth 
Of your sow-belly’s filth.

Stab your demonic 
Smile to my brain! 
Soak me in cognac 
Cunt and cocaine; 
Sprawl on me! Sit 
On my mouth, Leah, shit!

Shit on me, slut! 
Creamy the curds 
That drip from your gut! 
Greasy the turds! 
Dribble your dung 
On the tip of my tongue!

Churn on me, Leah! 
Twist on your thighs! 
Smear diarrhoea 
Into my eyes! 
Splutter out shit 
From the bottomless pit.

Turn to me, chew it 
With me, Leah, whore! 
Vomit it, spew it 
And lick it once more. 
We can make lust 
Drunk on Disgust.

Splay out your gut, 
Your ass hole, my lover! 
You buggering slut, 
I know where to shove her! 
There she goes, plumb 
Up the foul Bitch’s bum!

Sackful of skin 
And bone, as I speak 
I’ll bugger your grin 
Into a shriek. 
Bugger you, slut 
Bugger your gut!

Wriggle, you hog! 
Wrench at the pin! 
Wrench at it, drag 
It half out, suck it in! 
Scream, you hog dirt, you! 
I want it to hurt you!

Beast-Lioness, squirt 
From your Cocksucker’s hole! 
Belch out the dirt 
From your Syphillis soul. 
Splutter foul words 
Through your supper of turds!

May the Devil our lord, your 
Soul scribble over 
With sayings of ordure! 
Call me your lover! 
Slave of the gut 
Of the arse of a slut!

Call me your sewer 
Of spilth and snot 
Your fart-sniffer, chewer 
Of the shit in your slot. 
Call me that as you rave 
In the rape of your slave.

Fuck! Shit! Let me come 
I’ve spent in your bum. 
Shit! Give me the muck 
From my whore’s arse, slick 
Dirt of my prick!

Eat it, you sow! 
I’m your dog, fuck, shit! 
Swallow it now! 
Rest for a bit! 
Satan, you gave 
A crown to a slave.

I am your fate, on 
Your belly, above you. 
I swear it by Satan 
Leah, I love you. 
I’m going insane 
Do it again!

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