When Celia cums, 'tis earthquake hour
The bed vibrates like kettledrums
It is a grand display of power
when Celia cums.
An up exhales a greasy stenc… - Aleister Crowley
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When Celia cums, 'tis earthquake hour The bed vibrates like kettledrums It is a grand display of power when Celia cums.
An up exhales a greasy stench for which you curse the careless wench; so things which must not be exprest, when plumpt into the reeking chest, send up an excremental smell to taint the parts from whence they fell the petticoats and gown perfume which waft a stink around every room thus finishing his grand survey disgusted Strephon stole away repeating his amorous fits
Aleister Crowley (12 October 1875 – 1 December 1947), born Edward Alexander Crowley, was a British occultist, mystic, poet, and social provocateur, famous for his development of the philosophical system called Thelema, and his concepts of magic, which he called Magick.
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Also Known As
Pen Names:
H. D. Carr
Also Known As:the Beast 666•Master Therion
Alternative Names:
Edward Alexander Crowley
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H.D. Carr
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Therion
I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my arms on awaking; I drank and danced all night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.
There is a single main definition of the object of all magical Ritual. It is the uniting of the Microcosm with the Macrocosm. The Supreme and Complete Ritual is therefore the Invocation of the Holy Guardian Angel; or, in the language of Mysticism, Union with God.
Lisa was thinking, as she climbed the apparently unending staircase, the she had taken pretty long odds. She had not hesitated to buck the Tiger, Life. Simon Iff had warned her that she was acting on impulse. But — on the top of that — he had merely urged her to be true to it. She swore once more that she would stick to her guns. The black mood fell from her. She turned and looked upon the sea, now far below. The sun, a hollow orb of molten glory, hung quivering in the mist of the Mediterranean; and Lisa entered for a moment into a perfect peace of spirit. She became once with Nature, instead of a being eternally at war with it.
