#creative nothing

I pierce the firmament,

Drawn to the din of the maelstrom beyond.

Let not such obeisance fall to enervation

Emisarrius, O wandering satiate, a piteous litany

My flesh unfurled, the river unleashed, granted the key to a thousand gates

Devoured in obscurity within the vale of the menducant

Aspirant descends to ascend,

To behold chaosthrone,

The hermetic plains of ancient imminence,

Buried by the black dunes of stellar wastes

Seared by the blazing spheres of jhana

I drink of the void

The void drinks of me

I shatter the tethers of her adversity

May my bones bear the full burden of all the iniquities wreaked upon you

”Listen, oh youthful spirits!

The war against the human individual was begun by Christ in the name of god, was developed by democracy in the name of society and threatens to complete itself in socialism in the name of humanity.

If we do not know in time how to destroy these three absurd as well as dangerous phantoms, the individual will be inexorably lost.

It is necessary that the revolt of the “I” expands itself, broadens itself, generalizes itself!

We — the forerunners of the time — have already lit the beacons!

We have lit the torches of thought.

We have brandished the ax of action.

Our nihilism is not christian nihilism.

We do not deny life.

No! We are the great iconoclasts of the lie.

And all that is declared “sacred” is a lie.

We are the enemies of the “sacred”.

And to you a law is “sacred”; a society “sacred”; a moral “sacred”; an idea “sacred”!

But we — the masters and lovers of pitiless strength and strong willed beauty, of the ravishing idea — we, the iconoclasts of all that is consecrated — we laugh satanically, with a fine broad and mocking laughter.

We laugh!...

And laughing, we keel) the bow of our pagan will to enjoy always strained toward the full integrity of life.

And we write our truths with laughter.

And we write our passions with blood.

And we laugh! .. .

We laugh the fine healthy and red laughter of hatred.

We laugh the fine blue and fresh laughter of love.

We laugh!

I don't want to do that. 

So don't push me.

If you deserve it, then you'll get it. 

I believe in that.