IO panphraxzaz

Again, O sleep-walkers, beggars and sufferers, born of the stomach; unlucky
men to whom happiness is necessary!

Ye are insufficient to live alone, not yet mature enough to sin against the
law and still desire women.

Other than damnation I know no magic to satisfy your wishes; for ye believe
one thing, desire another, speak unlike, act differently and obtain the
living value.

Assuredly inclination towards new faculties springs from this bastardy!

Social only to the truths convenient to your courage, yet again beasts
shall be planted.

Shall I speak of that unique intensity without form? Know ye the ecstasy
within? The pleasure between ego and self?

At that time of ecstasy there is no thought of others; there is NO THOUGHT.
Thither I go and none may lead.



Para minhas futuras roomates - extraido do anathema de Zos Kia - A. O. Spare