Wrap up that worm and
Give him a name, Abaddon.
Tie him to a rock.
Throw him down the well
Until we have need of him,
When men beg for death.
Tag: aliens
Lurching From the Depths
Something rose from the
Oceans depths in 99.
It won’t rest until
We are all drowned and
Abomination rises
To the throne of man.
What better hunter
Of the dread than one who is
Wholly corrupted?
Cursed Geometry?
Warning: some of these images really disturb me. No actual violence is depicted, but they’re disturbing symbols. This post is really just a rebus thread representing my train of thought.
I was at my job, and came across the unicursal hexagram on an artwork on one of the walls. I was surprised, as it’s an occult symbol, and my first thought was Lucifer’s Sigil.
Which it resembles, certainly.
The Time Portal
I had spent many years journeying to find a gateway to another time and place. I found it in the Hudson Valley, in 2016.
When I climbed aboard their craft, I found the veil of time was torn. I could see backward through when many cultures met at these rivers shores. Natives, servants, slaves, squires, all met and danced as one. We danced to show our spirits free, that no one could ever stop us or hold us back.
I was the rainmaker, the one who brought the boon back to his grateful people. In terms of fertility, I thought I’d run my course. My wife was pregnant with our second child. But when I danced in this mysterious land, I jumped so high, I got myself a third kid the following year. No birth control could hold that Calvin back.
Fire raced above my head, curling the hairs on my forearms. Music I had never heard before stirred my heart, and I sang and rejoiced. I hope one day I can return, but I know it lives in me.
Man In Black
Can I have this dance?
Please don’t mind my feet, they are
Basically hooves.
Sure, I have a beak
For a nose. Yes, my eyes burn
Red in the moonlight.
I am so cold, my
Dear, even with all this fur.
Warm me, take me home.
Just do a tiny
Favor for me: renounce your
Baptism. No big
Deal. Make me your new
God, and I’ll be so good to
You, you’ll never doubt.
Eve
We were his pets. He kept us like rabbits. We saw what he wanted us to.
There could have been a light shining in my face and I wouldn’t see it.
Now I think of him as the Gardener. He was one among many. Elohim is plural.
Then came the Word. It came from a little guy I had never seen before. He had a really big nose, his eyes were set far back in his skull, broad shoulders with little arms, and he had a bun on the top of his head.
He said, “Nachash!” I came over to him. He crawled up a tree and whispered to me: “Yodea.
Elohim ki beyowm akalkem mimenu wenpquehu enekem wihyitem kelohim yodae towb wara.”
I know, it’s more than one word when I write it like this, but those words make one word. You could say, “God knows that the day you eat it, your eyes will opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”
It happened right away. It was after I heard it that I saw. The fruit was gorgeous, and I put it in my mouth, and it tasted like everything. It was like my whole body was being squeezed by delicious, it radiated to every part of me.
I looked back to Nachash, and he was hiding behind the tree. I felt like he was a part of me now, changing me, opening me. I saw the world made and unmade, a million times over. A deep love filled me.
I went and found Adam, who had named all the animals, but hadn’t given me a name yet. I was like the Word now, and I said it to him. He could have been born in that moment, he changed so much. He saw me for the first time. He saw that I was made of him, for him, and we wanted each other so badly.
He took me in his arms, and our love, it made something beautiful, we created it in that moment. We were like God. His arms, his sweat, my breasts, it was joyous and gentle and strong.
We finished, and he filled me with the most wonderful kind of water, warm and full of life. I was full, too. I tasted the water, and it was sweet, a little sticky.
Then we heard the Gardener. He threw Nachash out, and said he’d have to crawl on his belly and eat dirt. Then he threw us out.
Me and Adam covered ourselves and went out into the world. He named me Eve, which is a funny joke. Eve means “mother” but also “serpent,” like Nachash.
The Word was still good, but it hurt now. I wanted to be with Adam all the time; he could get really mean sometimes. We work it out. We have time now, not like before, where everything happened at once.
I’m going to hold this Word in my heart. Maybe I’ll share it with one of my kids, if they’re good.
Unreal
Aliens are real.
It’s me I’m not very sure
About. Existence
Is subjective. I
Have, for brief moments, been real.
But I was on drugs.
Alien Abduction
You must believe the
Tale which I will tell you. On
My way to work one
Day, suddenly did
I float skyward. Machines did
Slice my clothes from me,
And I was told that
My survival depended
On my coming. No
Choice was there, and so
With my pussy did I fuck
For all it was worth.
The mind and earth and
Universe shattering joy
Of my orgasm
Changed my outlook and
My life forever. And so,
Dear John, with regret
Do I end our long
Engagement. For if the Moon
Men made me come, you
Could have done it, too.
Now in search of pleasures I
Must go, they await.
Priestkiller
Nothing is hidden
With some imagination
And razor wire.
I say, “speak softly,
And carry a cattle prod.”
Not just metaphor.
Herman’s Hermitage 