If Osiris, Christ, and Mahomet were mad, then indeed is madness the key to the door of the Temple. - Aleister Crowley

I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

And allow me again to assure you that when you've got yourself going, doing your True Will, you won't find you have any time to get bored.

This time I saw. In a blue heaven was coiled an infinite snake of gold and green, with four eyes of fire, black fire and red, that darted rays in every direction; held within its coils was a great multitude of laughing children. And even as I looked, all this was blotted out. Crawling rivers of blood spread over the heaven, of blood purulent with nameless forms - mangy dogs with their bowels dragging behind them; creatures half elephant, half beetle; things that were but a ghastly bloodshot eye, set about with leathery tentacles; women whose skins heaved and bubbled like boiling sulphur, giving off clouds that condensed into a thousand other shapes, more hideous than their mother; these were the least of the denizens of these hateful rivers.