Words, they drain me away, slapping my face.
I see by your insufferable stare those words are to illustrate
Some harm. Like chameleon slime changing my Devil’s name,
I am compelled to argue, agree, love, hate, and fuck you.
For all your worth…

We walked together. The lakeshore subterranean tomb,
Its steps quite steep and wet, holding each other. My embrace
All wrong and suggestive upon your supple, teasing
15 year old body. Only made for a moment’s lust.
Small violations in comparison to what you’ll soon see.

Dangerous life outliving few chattering demon things
Loyal to their own selves. Far too fascinated in dark energy
Ripping this universe apart as it pulls us to something unknown.
The chaos blood-scrawls upon the soft, rough charcoal walls
Spell out the dangers, equation by equation.

Such great lives, amounting to none. Because nobody tries and
Nobody waits for the dead ones to infiltrate these flesh barriers.
They hunger still for a virgin world such as this, already steeped
In madness and despair, ignorance and tedium.

Oh, how they wait as we placate our superiors.
Shall we not annihilate? Are they not inferior?
Hahaha, how droll I feel tonight. Quickly, let us dance the
Puppet dance!

You are cold, allow me to draw my black, velvet cloak around you.
It produces no warmth but the illusion shall carry you
Far enough. Close enough to the threshold before my demons
Rip your tights, bra, and panties to seductive ribbons.
No escape from death in this tomb. Our appetite is legion
No time, my love, no time. The savage, searing red in me
Is ready to erupt behind a shallow sea of purple.
Through emerald and chartreuse illuminated chambers
I stalk your beauty like the night.

“This is only the beginning,” she said. Goading me on to design the new addition to our house. Architecture had always come easy to me. As if the angles and curves already existed… somewhere inside me.

The magician needs companionship to keep him rooted in the everyday pleasures of this world. However, these pleasures are not everyday. They are, instead, hard to get at… strange and otherworldly. She is the name of the one or the many; she will balance energies.

The addition will be a ritual chamber until the first spawn is born. An entity that will fall through the black liquid of abhorrent space and the madness out of time. Until we have received it, this area will be the center for Lovecraftian workings of the most dangerous sort.

Count the room’s angles; you will never guess the extent to which I go. Designs are all around us, but they are false designs, unworkable designs. What we need is inspiration. The lucid dreams of a hideous, tentacled God.

Driving. Watching the landscape move around my car, move around me. Things live through those trees, and slimmer beings live through those humans. Activation is the key, but that can only be had with conscious Willing. Events out of control.

Home now and tired from resisting the hollow allure of results: emptiness itself. Vacuous nonsense filtered all around me. Fighting to keep it at bay. Listening to people talk about whatever. Listening to myself talk about whatever. I can hear it slipping away, the Eldritch Empire.

My life is in peril each night I communicate with Them. Normality drifts away as I stare into the idol’s milky eyes. Left my job and friends behind. My belongings only hold me to this stifling banality. All I need is my black cloak, bible, and wand.

Son growing up, feeling the pull. Strange entities in those hills beyond the trees, nearest the bloated moon. He can hear them. I taught him that. Getting old, this wicked man has touched another aeon. The world is sliding into the abyss of hell’s creation.

Looking for a church in the paper, on the internet. Seeking a structure to house the worship of our Old Gods. A sacred place where men can learn of the needed bloodletting. Women can prepare themselves for the Superman who will comes from the stars. Direct descendant of Yog Sothoth.

All of it drifting in the sun waters. Disturbing reflection. This is only the beginning. Thousands of scars before we Awake. Calling to the quiet, bubbling pit of mankind’s hollow, lonely wanderings.

Three men walked up to the statue, the place of worship, the foulest of the foul. Their eyes dancing upon its slimy surface. Its tentacles frozen in fascinated delight as the thing reached into a sky that had never been there.

The first man was scowling at the gorgeous, oozing thing. Temple fires flickered now and then, haunting it with the light of life. But they knew this statue was conscious only in the most polluted of atmospheres. Effulgent when bathed in self-believing, righteous blood.

The second man wore a dreamy expression. His long fingers caressed the image of our obscene God. This man came from the outer church. He was the reverend of a masked religion. Persecution was everywhere in those days. It consumed the masses and gave them a reason to be.

The third man smiled as he circled the statue. He put his face up to it and smelled the bright green which made his heart ache. This man yearned for the coming age, a secret apocalypse. He yammered sound and fury to the others with his excited tongue; he had been blind and mute from birth.

This temple had been built by the most vile and hate-filled of our descendents. It was a testament to their frame of mind; they could not be swayed by logic nor good taste. The stone temple was constructed by the last architect who knew his time was short.

All plans were drifting into nothingness, form itself was disappearing. A great many of that race could visualize the temple even before it took shape. Only the faithful were allowed to build it. Only the sincere could touch the stone. Years passed by… eventfully. New mazes for the worms to negotiate.

Days were full of work and nights were full of dreams. The nihilistic imaginings of madmen crept into open-minded circuitry. A frustrated sexual impulse erupted like a universe of horrors. This collection of stars and worlds sang in shadow. Passionate gore rained down on the innocent, teasing flesh. A conscious darkness washed them.

The need to extend, surpass, heighten… it whipped them as they coldly glared. A love of power was in their veins, bled into them by the Old Ones. Our descendants will rule where we were exploited. The changes will come as this religious movement usurps the emerald illumination and crimson glory!

“We must call it,” they said. The first man buried his dagger into the air. An audible rage gave him strength. He was too angry to be tolerant. He wore the nighted robes of the first thousand, the ones who dreamed the last city. The next thousand tore the obscurity aside, a terrifying visage born.

“We must call it,” they said. The second man let the insanity wash over him. It was too loud and long to interrupt with stray thoughts. Concentration and study Expanded the dream. Material illusions say nothing, artistic illusions soon become Solid. They scream, leaving truth to howl like a demon in the black pharaoh’s desert.

We must call it, they said. The third man made wild gesticulations, his hands drawing entities from dead places we all know exist. His tongue flickered in moonlight. An emptiness filled the temple, a palpable solitude where nothing existed. Eternal, shapeless black rising from a reality of blood and slime and darkness!

Leaving behind the world of false shapes and forever falling ideals, I set to the task of authoring a journal. This would be a record of the things envisioned… that come from outside, alone and unnatural. Streaming values like a rushing river of instinct. I left reason behind.

How can one be sure what is received from a higher source? Practice at perceiving, the astral universe is far removed. It cannot be grasped by an ordinary mind. Everything depends on right attitude. Clutching at string theories, indulging a woman’s sweet sexual torture, basking in pure spiritual void.

This journal will be a guide to those who seek an unspeakable path. It will break with the reality we’ve come to know and loath. Rearranging the sequence of a magical language that weaves in and out of impossible symbology. Characters writ in clean blood.

Deathless jewels reside in the deeper mine, subterranean lore carried out. Always reaching farther down. Mental caverns seeping with cold; ice-skin. Sound casts impressions that disturb a precarious universe of subtle pattern and planning. Unending energy, precious gleaming hope and belief.

They can also be acted upon. Transformation is possible when inscribed by the sigils of living flesh, the one who is the way. These stars burn violetly. Secret destinies for those who act. None shall come unto the father except through him. Venger As’Nas Satanis, Cult of Cthulhu High Priest. I AM the way.

The hungering thing parades around the ruins. The dreaming thing lies upon a heap of bones. And the smiling thing glares up at the majesty of the Hidden Masters. For a moment, all is illuminated and known. The manifold reasons for suffering: a reason for becoming. All this nonsense is merely the introduction.

A preamble to the enigmatic sounds of an alien Devil God tearing at the fabric of this wretched universe. Human remains plummet as Azathoth maniacally laughs. Red and green eyes match the velvet curtains in His lair. They hide the unimaginable. To know such a being is to become such a being.

Fiery determination tempered with unknown horrors. The new man, the Cultists who wear His name. Wild sigils decorate their blood and soul. This movement is from the world but not of it. We are removed from the failures inherent to this program. Decaying reality listens for black thieves howling in moonlight.

We are the future, as it was foretold in Abdul Alhazred’s prophecy. The mad Arab sensed a continuation of essence. From the Old Ones to Their children. The newborn Gods have to accept their fate. All that is human must die. Change comes from overcoming this world’s suffering. Overtaking man.

Tirelessly searching in the once red barn. Faded and peeling. So old that it exudes a feeling of decay. What degenerate folk might live in that barn…

Feeding off cattle and man as if there were no difference. Fornicating with their sister and she with Yog-Sothoth. The walls scribbled full of weird signs and portents. An end is coming, thank God. It will deliver us all from sanity.

Scenes change before the sacred, horned moon leering in the black heart beyond our world. Lunar darkness casts an alien shadow. Affecting the mind, influencing the flesh, and annihilating the spirit. All progress begins with change.

It must be some new knowledge. Forbidden knowledge recently attained. Those who exist in the void are anxious to use whatever advantage they have. And I am ready to leave my prison, the one I was born into. As the Old Ones are free, so shall I be.

Blood bends the bars, sex loosens the chains. Feelings extreme come inside and lure us beyond. An unholy whisper from such Gods melt the entire cosmos away. Orders are orders. There is little left… in fact, there is only escape.

Neighbors are ashamed that we’ve lived there so long. Killing and fucking inside that red barn. We danced on the gore and paraded with goats. Splashed her filthy juices upon the foul roots… so that darkness could grow.

What is inside an outrageous act? What is the core like? Where is the heart? I find that nothing is real outside such outrageous acts. Everything pales, becomes weak and stagnant. When masters are too lenient, then slaves flounder and drown in the waters of life.

In the black pyramid, I struggle to know. What is the Will of God? And if that God is evil… sick and obscene? I may not agree, but I never lose faith. Building his cult. Continuing to shamble forward.

The magician chooses the God and orders the sacraments. The God responds with what the magician wants to hear. The mage obeys the instructions he instinctively knows. The God is pleased and so is His servant.

Xenognosis from out there. It first came to us from those hills. And on those hills were the standing stones. This chaotic demon-circle was the reflecting mirror, broken and shattered, splintered and slivered. We walked multi-dimensional through the gateway unknown.

The images, such horror. All savage and cruel. There was an ecstasy of trampling the false dreams. Mindless prophets were stripped of their skin. The human race is such a prophet, beings born with a truth weighted down below the surface. As it drifts, so they tear… the inhabitance of that gate.

Wavering pentagrams burned into the flesh of a dream. Oceans of sentient blackness. Dominating and crippling those who dare oppose Them. Scream with the knife in the scarlet room.

This Eldritch Empire shall be built with devotion. Men who have risen to the height of their Gods. An emerald apocalypse engulfing those who sacrifice for such a glorious homecoming. We call thee!

To see the divine in its naked, unwholesome simplicity. Unraveling promises of good fortune away from the window. Seize the next position of power. Wrestle the mad snake. Complete the incongruent circle with pieces of bone.

Magic deserts the faithful at times. Lessons to be learned, power wanes, Gods drown… The abyss is too far sometimes. Too narrow and inexplicable. Who knows why things happen the way they do? But eventually we succeed.

“This is only the beginning,” she said. Goading me on to design the new addition to our house. Architecture had always come easy to me. As if the angles and curves already existed… somewhere inside me.

Twin serpents, dragons of that alien age. Green and red… succumbing to a pallid flame which burns deep in the shallowest center of a non-existent, irregular structure… a manifestation of distorted reality-planes.

When Dread Cthulhu spoke to His disciples and priests, His wisdom was known. In their minds the faithful heard… knew what each man had to overcome. The will was the energy that directed his machine. Will was the magical, Godlike power that could liberate this new mutant race.

Take my hand as you would a glistening tentacle. The three men of the Eldritch Empire have crawled like a God unbroken. They are comfortable with their role, on their belly like a serpent or worm. It moves like pure evil. Flowing like unwholesome green jelly, the three men come from stars inside. Inner stars change with time and pressure.

Venger As’Nas Satanis
Cult of Cthulhu High Priest

2008

Preface

Just to warn you, this prose poem is mostly nonsense. I literally cut / pasted words and phrases together at random, adding it to my carefully composed word images. Certain keywords were used over and over again, then distorted, and finally surrounded by sublime wisdom. At the end of this entire process, I scrambled the lot! This was done not only to confuse the sleeping mind, but to also jar it into wakefulness. Hopefully, a subliminal dimension of understand can be sent to those individuals who are strange enough to mutter Unbearable Fruit into the aether…just like some kind of Azathothic ritual.

This work needed to be created…although I have no idea why. There are things in this world that even my Lovecraftian paradigm cannot explain. Nevertheless, this work manifested itself through my ignorance and indifference. Perhaps it’s a masterpiece, perhaps dog crap? Each must decide for themselves.

True Awakening is fragile. It cannot be wielded by the overly aggressive, the ambitiously lustful, or the chaotically violent without mindful self-observation, as well as, a willingness to drown in the void. Awakening must be treated as vulnerable and precious. Protected…carefully considered. The right attitude is essential. Those who are inattentive shall not see the wondrous sights. The struggle to reach consciousness is the Cult of Cthulhu’s primary focus. A slow and steady pace along the Left Hand Path will eventually lead us to His Emerald Kingdom.

I.

A cold slithering mélange
Of university coursework
Consuming the solitary student of divinity.

He had no plans to recite what writing
There was upon the walls of fevered sleep.
A forest in which to hide.

The God scholar met with his girlfriend
At least twice a week. She was not his ideal,
But that hardly mattered.

The youth loved this new medium.
Studied vigorously for the first time.
An aeon where solid objects warped under the strain.

The class was known as Willed Change.
The God scholar always arrived at his classroom alone;
Faced the blackboard and scryed through the illusions of this world.

One day, the beings from Outside did more than
Solemnly nod in the divinity student’s direction.
The Devils required of him a sacrifice.

Black truth hot cheap sex talk cycle
Fountain raining horrid syrup caverns
Dormant greenish-grey vegetation.

Picturesque portals abattoir attention.
All black and sweltering essence
Condensed with smiling faces of blood

And hot sluts nightmare. A young man
Scribbles raspberry scrawls that stray
And sway by the bloated moon.

The Omega Red agents panicked and ran.
Hideous prayer. Shining translucence behind it all.
Beyond the pylon of the pit.

Post-modern trains…a vehicle to entropy.
Festering hollow salvation Gods, Old Ones.
Usher in the Apocalypse.

Unameable reality broken hypercubes
Teen wet torn away madness infinite solutions
Sacrifice crimson principles, Devils to you.

Struggle nigrescent fruit unlimited group sex ritual murder.
Bureaucratic maze of controlled thought flickering
Exposure futurism. Consciousness definition.

Fucking muscle sheds its skin. Witch prostitutes
Fascination gaze the mountain, the temple.
The abomination within. Crossing wizard staffs.

Crosses tridents pitchforks cunts salvation oozing
Monstrosity almighty. By lusts and hungers
Of larval consistencies. Studious cosmology hieroglyphics.

A physical union of particle and wave.
Superposition principle without restriction.
You can cut the chain and insert a collapse anywhere you please.

Unbearable fruit will change my life forever.
Striving for wisdom…my longing and my need.
Dark passenger.

Squatting toad-like travesty. Now there is danger here
Unless the work is followed.
Reality truth fighting struggle green trapezoids.

Illuminating night beyond emerald cities like stars.
Self-censoring hooks within flesh.
Sorcery black rushing temporal distortion disturbing.

Big tits wet twat tight ass.
Connections toward omnipotent destruction
Glowing seas. And there are quotes from the Necronomicon.

Sorcery cannot be defended against by conventional means.
Dread Cthulhu calling dark calling race blood
Hatred girlish interruptions.

Sex farther deeper falling rising crushing calling.
The clown painting was silent.
Finds the gate, feels the way, harder, faster, driving diving.

Cascading numbers and geometry sigils
crimson bathed in fear. Youth witnesses men in trenchcoats.
Manifestation of the Nameless Gods.

Everything hallucination? nothing illumination.
Bazaar of unique feminine flavors.
Piecing together disconnecting conscious circuitry.

Machine disillusionment. Fabricating seductive
And wild dream reality softening
Realizations incongruent stars whose path is crumbling away.

I gibbered under an Innsmouth sky.
The seed must be sown in the right place.
He paused to see my reaction.

Worship the intellectual ape?
Unholy slime pronounceable.
Chaos cleansing green fire pale and twisted.

Hereditary condition prehuman.
Ominous readings, Tchort demoniacal abyss
Filtering summer storm.

We specialize in uncovering entities.
Cult sworn defending hate love corrosion
Reality breaking down.

Speak gesture mutter the chosen fruitful verses Satanic
Seeking darkness eternal.
I was standing outside myself.

Future Goddess harlot whore.
Scarlet appetite slain grotesque.
Anti-entropy at last.

Get the fuck out of my office!
Time and space returning rebirth.
The wormholes are the Hell of a multi-dimensional tree.

Infinite succession chambers of slut housewives
Bored at home hideous terror mirroring
Untold aeons dissolving truth which can never reflect.

Florid rebellion debased.
Johannes wants to decipher an ancient star chart of the Incas.
I suppose, Satanism can best be described as a religion.

Truth is dead. Not dead. Eternally escaping in wormholes
Without dimensional barriers. Yog-sothoth.
Naked temporal magic. Sacrosanct animal vegetation.

Disciple of black pearly gates
I will take everything profound and twist it
So that we have a forest in which to hide.

Circular cycles. Typhonian shadow cults.
Black wind madness carried through a mountain pass.
Trans-Yuggothian lords of magic.

By lusts and hungers of larval inconsistencies
Her clit was throbbing.
Hostile energy searching bludgeon gory apocalypse.

Outer horrors avenged withholding power
Savage unclaimed recovering dark blood
Ancestral foundational counter-cultural Yuggoth.

Withered corpse Christian foolishness Buddhist anger.
Dangerous seals dimensional reality geometric tangles
Strings unstrung classical nomenclature disintegrating.

Down the rabbit hole of quantum essence distracted.
Seductive inner sanctum confirming baleful ceremonies.
Alien frog-men hunt by the still rivers.

Funhouse of clowns parading gesturing goat ritual.
Why do they want the things they want?
I showed the story to my girlfriend before the accident.

Tone hunger void practical understanding. Too much
Thought anti-intellectual systems Satan becoming.
Her cunt lips were swollen with desire.

Such a great writer. Allows the creativity to flow.
Omega Red, Crimson Trapezoid Division.
Sorcery belonging ceasing usurping attacks.

On the many selves. Multiplicity. Corrupt savings.
Creative dwelling seizure.
Fissures dynamic singularity of reason.

Yezidi bathed in mauve. Come and get the candy!
Canticle concordance warlocks engaged
In blasphemy alongside the unknown universe.

Non being. Functionality.
Stars outer quantum slime deeper beyond the monolith.
Sensationalism, dear reader of this unorthodox journal.

Old Gods followed dreams wicked effort illumination.
Hidden sick incantations.
Painting artistry cave drawings ancient sprawling.

Nothing in the world is as significant as the great men
Whom he deifies or devilizes.
His awareness of his task was always in evidence.

Qabalistic microcosm alpha.
Attention, I rewind capsule of knowledge.
No way out!

Reversal freezing ooze dripping crawling upon the sacrifice.
The last judgment.
Knowledge unknown whispering came from below.

Intense dedication delirium.
Psychedelic and narcotic influence unameable realities
Behind conventional illusion.

Calling out, casting out; fists crushing sword.
It groped for the non-Euclidean doorway.
Renaming zones keys corruption infinite unholy.

Obtuse and acute angles outstretched voicing
His slimy utterances. I think perhaps that deranged clown
Attack was the thing that happened to me.

Prime-dimensional gravitas.
Falling away rising into nothingness bloodbath
Convinced secret lesbian encounters.

Savior dark messenger Arabic signs covering
Demonic alienage.
Whispers terrible hints of obscure cosmic relationships.

Dark green and dark red. His fingers elongated.
Monolithic glyphs covering flesh fucking razors
Consciousness streaming like emerald numbers down a screen.

Nigrescent Sects of Demonology!
Final vocalization. But I could find nothing.
Hot melting sweat and teeth screaming unreasonable.

Negative fantastic plunge.
Whisper the hideous art maniacal suffering insights.
A power of symbolism and suggestion.

Wonderful and obscene. Slivers of ivory water.
Absurd literary journal legend.
Draining pools of ichor revolving madness.

I keep an eye open for weird happenings.
Revolution eyes knowing consciousness expressed.
Barely legal busty babes. Priests of orange paths.

The clown’s bloodstain had not been expunged.
Trapped essence flight of corpulent buzzing demon
Insects. Away artistry flowing truth in swallowed black.

This word is the hidden light.
There is about certain outlines and entities
Hands smell of fish, leading lightning maelstrom chaos.

That is not exactly accurate.
Fluctuating selfish wizards grave rising flesh
Satanic visage of chosen Old One followers.

Devil Gods searching the spheres reaching beyond.
That blasphemous tome! Hallucination crushing
Trapezoidal structures disheveled and clearly deranged.

Pyramids concave enigmatic stories and dreams.
Oneiroid syndrome reaching out for me.
Prophets conjuration unpleasant scene of devastation.

The cult brings to bear an emerald apocalypse
befalling the infidel. Feel like fighting yet?
The reality of an amorphous esotericism.

Complex wanderings feeding the stars.
A large sigil inscribed in parchment which Had been consecrated.
The clown’s conscious mind had not been stained.

Broken illusions ululating
With beasts unameable a girl just walked by.
A procession of nobility and ethnic excitement.

Adversarial current. A warm thrill filled me.
Yes, change is possible.
Sacrifice nigrescent madness inevitable ripping truth.

Our race was spawned from Devil Gods.
Psychedelic and narcotic influence the heart of the master.
Worm void.

Nothing appears crucial mindset gnosis.
Ram your cock between these monster melons!
Indifference fleeting almighty fear sojourn.

II.

Hateful vengeance and anger speaking to pale flesh.
The doomed race of Yith. Mindful orgasms.
Full of bizarre concepts. The standing stones!

Ripping the soul of essence numbers
Catastrophe imagined within this wrathful compound.
Here is the eye of the Colorless Lodge.

To sleepwalk with guidance once we alter our genetic structure.
Nightmare syrup running down spilling everywhere
Vaginal submission cast vertical radiating plutonium beacon.

Spatial gnosis anomaly church. Hardcore sex action.
Cults come and go.
Gods respond and ignore. Ripples in temporal whispers.

Conceptualize monetize probability placating effects
Blood drawn tongues fighting the way of things.
Showed no outward signs of mental inhuman derangement.

Pornography the new religion compelling organizing
Inevitability. Translucent tentacles descend.
Unrecognizable aperture.

The young man had to write in this sort of chaos-script.
Had to write himself out of a normal existence.
Unbearable fruit has changed my life forever.

Transitive transcendental dimensional echoes.
Deluded dream expedition.
Essence of green truth seeping down subterranean.

Religious corruption seeding escape pallid suffering.
Entrails, intestines, arms, legs, severed heads…
Dream birds disintegrate around pools reflecting insanity.

His tongue started quivering.
Infinite resources machine God demiurge crushing
Mindset raised ideal idyllic corpse-squid on sandy beaches.

Brushed through with sad ignorance and tired.
The universe is dying.
Establishment funnel direct correlation organism.

Traveling things further destination soul.
Ancient Ones pursuing vehicle starting magnetic center.
Unfurled empty space, something in the void.

Piercing night fresh squelching darkness uniting principles.
Darkly fragrant atmosphere of utter debauchery
Transcend her cunt flashing gorgeous chicanery.

Blinding assorted candy from demon thrones.
A thick, voluptuous girl with enormous tits
And a skinny blonde who appeared vulnerable and submissive.

Casting spells Godlike summon usurp power voracious
Blasphemous archetype imbedded appetite.
My possessions, my identity, my beliefs.

Dark figures approach condescending to know
The modern places; convenient coursing casual intentionality.
Belief states mindset blinking horror beyond.

Rationality irritant Gods awake wandering the desert.
Tomb spawn sprawling blood awash the ziggurat.
Sex starved sluts.

Yawning black maw.
Pyramidal shapes influencing illusion machine reality.
Heart. Death comes behind and reverses envelopes.

Messiah of emerald recorded upon the stone walls of Kadath.
The universe is dying inside a madman’s dream.
This tiny, curtained theater!

Hissing congregation maniacal demon power escape rising.
Flowing essence caressed by tentacles from pockets
Alive with anti-universal elements intriguing causality.

The order believes the Holy Ones to be the spawn of Satan.
Only through such horror and brutality could mankind
Be born with any hope of innocence and redemption.

Gleaming and tentacled female torso.
Anathema resisting consciousness crystalline awakening.
Clowns and harlequins dancing the goat’s dance.

Plotting downfalls irreparable balanced bleeding cordial
Seeing the almighty descend ineffable sonorous.
The chaos magician bowed to K’alda D’esh.

Blood soaked treaties responding to pungent entities.
Larval magic junkies. Demons exile earth gods weak from
Their drinking of life. Outsiders!

Black magicians extort meaning from lesser beings.
Congratulate festering translucent hands; fingers breaking
To be eaten upon our impressionable Father’s table.

She’ll be your teenage wet dream.
Rotting purple flesh.
Beneath blood lurking entities betwixt Hell and ape.

We’ve been drinking in the Tangier tea.
Who are the next inheritors of Interzone?
The dreamers fall underground.

Computers reciting the tones logical complete illogic.
Post-modern trains…cur vehicle to entropy.
Fetid ichor poured from its grisly maw…

Voracious uniting corpulent whisperings unhallowed
Chimes female scrutiny lavish improbable breasts
Her flesh obscene geometry believe beguiling hideous.

Wicked slime tentacled whore forever obliging.
It’s about the end of the world.
Bureaucratic maze of controlled thought.

Apocalypse truth black essence fractured nightside.
On the one hand there is feeling that there’s something else.
Browsing the bookcase of occult tomes nearby.

Efforts and devious yearnings. Nothing imagined,
Nothing gained. World wide entropy eventual charlatan
The Ruby Gates and the Chartreuse Kingdom.

Brained xenognosis primitive discovery abandoned.
While his tongue moved slowly.
Religious linguistics coming through the shadow.

Meanwhile, the sweet liqueur was waiting.
Satan inspired acts. The doomed race of Yith.
Green onyx spawn essence formless insight cacophony.

Let me tell you what all that madness is about..
Jellybean cannibalism. Laffy taffy torture.
Drowning in a soft ocean of cotton candy.

Realism controlling outcomes inverting Abraxas.
We cannot get to new influences.
Dispute the revelings and orgiastic hellish phantom fruit.

Unholy stars calling the servants of the Overman.
The doomed races who cannot hear the call.
Ensouled within penetrating secretions omega alpha.

Coronation damnable Kadath eye twitching
Arkham before he was killed.
Assigned depravity and messiah singularity codes.

Tight pussies need cock. The Loathsome One.
Yog-Sothoth travels to the seeping lands of slime and ichor.
Crossing the abyss.

Learning the ouroboros curve. World of meaning.
The chosen await glory sunset crimson
Stench of fish knowledge.

Black winged beings leave the grotto with echoes
Resounding like untenable glimmers of mad flesh destiny.
Fire snake. An hour or two produced a foreboding result.

I professed a smattering of salvation. Knowledge.
The process indigo abyss. Endure fiasco bizarre press.
Books were not meant to be caged.

Hypercube acolytes pretending that earth’s reality is real.
Unimaginable findings underworld planes; villain discovery.
Tomes of Set wrapped in collected works of Tsathoggua.

Intersection anomaly spheres contempt for reality
But they were certainly fanatical.
Hiding alien nature iridescent hotspots of temporal blood.

Universal glowing bloated worship lurking at thresholds
Ended into some dank passage which led to the ritual chamber.
Formless black disguised imprisoned breaking through.

Shifting masks reaching obscenity profound indignity
The laws of man are the worms that crawl upon freedom.
A slimy, beating lump of meat.

Nebulous summoned transformations true glistening.
Nasty steamy anal. Gateways appearing Mi-go marked
Local reality manifesting opening impulses viral fall.

Revolution melting clocks fortunate obsequious responders
Calling horror watching Dunwich igniting chartreuse flames
Burning the witch soul conspiracy emerald delta.

Sticky gospels fishing in the night. Mythos revels rising
From the pit. Extreme stability awakening reality anti-God
Worship. Alien symbols live accursed shining idols.

Black gloss screaming places decay in the deep ocean.
They tasted of prime rib and aristocracy. Unlike me.
Nyarlathotep grasping inter-dimensional pandemonium.

Species unheard forgotten adrift under the influence of Saturn.
Learning the ouroboros curve. I pressed my meat
Against her tight asshole and she thrust back to engulf it.

Why is it evil?
Hidden existence secret chamber inside the mind.
When it frothed and shambled uncontrollably.

Nothing in life is what it pretends to be.
Unknown Gods reaching out, silently frantic annihilation.
Fathomless worlds pulsate.

Evoking macabre prose.
Blood-red tentacle shifts wavering clawed visage leering.
Unlike me.

Devout thousands abide the Great Darkness.
Priests of Lovecraftian visions steer transhuman dwellers
In primal amorphous dread. Elder tomes absorbed.

Consciousness extraterrestrial purist vision calibrated
Sect of infinite evil. Mythical shards carved from a girl
Her flesh singing with greenish light amidst gospels.

Surpass telepathic recordings.
Carnal and hideously divine.
Cumulative research fanatical.

Providence sophisticated impressionistic.
Heightened sensitivity deathless.
We have been drinking in the yellow elixir from Carcosa.

Cryptic solemn and dedicated truth secular singularity.
That face – like some badly carved, rotting pumpkin;
The bloated visage of a long dead fish.

Accessing process revelations beheld in awful sight.
Peculiar ceremony nausea.
When it frothed and shambled uncontrollably.

Religion is my drug of choice. Kort’thsalis!
Glowing keys violet flame manuscript begging to rend
The small minds of ape-men devoured Great Cthulhu sleeps.

Weird and diseased phenomena Carcosan depictions reach.
Cosmos mathematical certainty insanity breaching confines
Wizard books of foul inspiration keeping nameless.

Beings alive and imprisoned; formula mysterium ignoble.
Awake and trapped behind the crying throngs of uncaged man.
Shaman ties language, the purple symbols exposed.

III.

I can feel the heat closing in. Cerebral rape (thrice).
Extra-planar honey dripping face vulgar cast of fungoid
Illumination unstable incantations of drug-addled hybrids.

When it frothed and shambled uncontrollably.
It groped for the non-Euclidean doorway.
Poisonous nimble charlatan terror revealed blind and rare.

I was standing outside myself when the impossible occurred.
Possibility betrayal searching abomination deity.
Surreptitious star-wanderer audibly casting runes into the void.

Enchanted keepers move through hyperspace communion.
Shoggoths beneath the earth dancing between the graves.
Virtual absence; signs quantum issuing verbal agreement.

Elder magic supposed dedicated acolyte of Satanic glee
Forged daggers spilling pale Necronomicon wine.
Sex, drugs, and popular culture. Odors of the tomb.

Its eyes gazing into an eternity of cruel paradise!
Things in the sky unbound twisting from deserts
Malevolent mistaken humans shipwrecked upon the Mythos.

Last days of freedom.
Never to be seen again. Waiting in the void. Abyssal truth
Groaning beyond consciousness starry and inaccessible.

Devout cultists fold reality. Event horizon.
Filling our being. Shadow essence calling nevertheless
Demonic nightmares imprisoned. Awake, dear traveler.

Wander the gnarled road that leads to ghastly paradise.
Cannibalistic sardonic gruesomeness drinking loathsomeness.
Gulfs of stretching vast blackness noisome locusts.

Degenerate serpent-folk wrestling sorcerous condundrum.
Advance and become the whole that usurps the parts.
Religion is my drug of choice.

It groped for the non-Euclidean doorway.
A brotherhood of degenerate yellow;
Signs of the Crimson Emperor venomously drift.

Throughout an orange sunset of perverse ideology.
Dormant accursed half-forgotten abnormality. Dancing velvet puppets.
Madmen run here and there…

Alhazred shards oblige antediluvian bas-reliefs of Devil wisdom.
Soul cages swim in the ocean at night.
Materialize gnosis.

Transcend the fiery gates; sacrifice to an unholy grail.
Thirsty unbalanced intense dwelling disturbance.
Shadowy octopoid priests brandish scimitars blood-coated.

Ephemeral flesh before titan columns of shifting tentacles.
R’lyeh wills the strong its seaweed strewn shores
Where skulls gawk with knowing dead glances.

Necronomicon computation leaks.
The cult exists to lead the Old Ones back. Wizard bloodlines
Possessing the narrow of perception. Voluptuous wives melt.

Archeological findings resemble incongruent nemesis.
Eldritch forces blend cult leaders accidental progression.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t help thinking of that dead clown.

Evolution network viral ritual intensified truth deathless
Apprehension defenseless mind squished by understanding.
Nephren-Ka ruling Egypt with serpents and darkness.

Black is the way and forbidden is the opening.
No one can visualize the prophet’s nine names.
Nephren-Ka’s rule of Egypt.

Ia Ia! It shall crest and trough as reality itself.
Haunted framework of Yith cleansing imprecise gulfs
Connecting something and nothing with infinity and void.

Priests will renounce their old faith.
Nature is built around the waking up. Artifacts wielded
By flesh to rule theosophical agents of the next dark age.

Sticky juice.
Dangerous truth seldom rests; the abyss directs evolution.
Fungi. No way out!

Reminds inquisitors of dangerous distinctions.
Uniformity. Azathoth Ia Ia!
Cacophony sounds eldritch yammering race.

Indigo indefinable pearls.
Creation holocaust; a genesis of the unknown.
Magnificent.

Strangers invade our council. Monstrous idols prepare
Such vessels for lascivious attendance. Omnipotent Gods
Reach through one’s soul. Thin shells exposed to abstract.

Paradigms which eat this wretched world from the inside.
Sex, drugs, and popular culture. Ebon. Horned. Tangible.
Viscerate textures cover the temple walls. A ruby illumination.

Filters through unnerving hopeless misanthropy.
Malignant forces decipher proclaim the sacred word of
Foreign architecture aggregate aesthetic alienage. Unfamiliar.

I can feel the heat closing in tenebrous.
Something stirs in the swamp, forbidden swamp.
Now formulating decadence. Obsolete and ridiculous.

We walk hypnotized until it is too late, far too late.
Now everything is gone. The circle is broken. Illumination
Only for those who hate mankind. We are the dreamers.

Divisionists have come for the arcane apples
Cyclopean reality nodes interpret the heinous changes
Inherent in any programming.

Black stars fall upon my sardonic plastic face
Sweating the greenish stains of Decaying time and space.
Urgent fabrications are needed.

Putrid vanquished heritage. Naked façade…
Futile humanity imagines its greatness.
Pretends that it follows a meticulous plan.

Ultimate herald of unwholesomeness.
Below the surface there is nothing.
Empty laughing pain. No way out!

The chosen feel an extra-terrestrial urgency.
Religion is my drug of choice.
I dribbled under Pan’s icy megalith.

Great beings slumber beneath our consciousness.
Disastrous cyclopean neurotic confirmation.
Wishful enochian thinking subverted by the new magi.

Discover the Mythos for yourself.
Know the failings social control catastrophe of metaphysics.
Butcher vivid dripping.

Of your race, the many failings of all mankind.
Sex, drugs, and popular culture.
Exotic worship under the earth, beneath the waves of marble.

Explicit mutation abnormality. A symbol representing a monster.
Grotesque trails of slime drip eyes into.
A waiting mouth of a thousand tongues.

When pornography is the new religion…
Post-modern trains…a vehicle to entropy.
Guerillas fighting a spiritual war seldom won.

Chasm evoke reptilian rites and sepulchral secrets.
Unspeakable grotesque half-forgotten.
Center of psychic energy and libido.

Nuclear instrument thirst.
The shattered citadel casts no shadow, save one’s own.
No, actually it’s terrible.

Psychedelic and narcotic influence industrial hum
Midnight blue. Eulogistic.
Ebony filters inhabit the summoner.

Perfume of gory massacre
Bleeding on the page rational and philosophical utterance.
Inner sanctum generators disturbance.

Fiction should be about otherworldly things.
This unexplainable universe drifting out of control.
It wasn’t much of a beginning.

Frozen congealed cyclopean Bureaucratic maze of
Prophecies of faithlessness.
Sticky panties gothic drone popularity.

Half-seen glimpses reveal unnatural exorcism
Within too much so we shut nearly
Everything out…only banality remains.

Downward ambient murder.
A foul lineage awakened in the young man controlled thought
Great black stone. Everything happens.

Imagination and into the world.
Where he became like the Old Gods.
Abnormal ushering the screams were real.

Of impossible constructs eternal emerald salvation
Noxious astrology rebirth.
Nightmarish nature breaking down, letting in the unknown.

For example, the deepest thing the work says about lying
Is that it destroys essence. Self-remembering.
The control I would have!

D’karri Whai’dass. Dimensions of escape…
Rattling off the names of exotic flowers.
Spectral numerology curse. Pretty shaved motivation.

The Doctor wants to meet you.
Self-gratifying serial killers come running every time
Someone wants a line in a play you never wrote.

Seductive revision delirous. Unlike me.
The Cult of Cthulhu recognizes the outsiders not too late.
A linguistic hyper sigil: Unbearable Fruit.

]]> http://www.cultofcthulhu.net/2010/03/unbearable-fruit-a-linguistic-hyper-sigil/feed/ 0