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November 5, 2015


Child of Earth

November 5, 2015


Do you understand
Child of Earth,
Your heritage of old?
Have you seen
The blasted oak,
The Shining Ones at dawn?
Is the night a dark cold tomb,
Or the Lady’s silver womb?
Have you walked
The woodland ways,
Spoken to the trees?
Is your heart a magic centre,
The kingdom of the Gods?
Do you hear the Wild Hunter’s horn,
See the hounds a-following,
Kiss the stone that blesses all,
The merry sign of Puck,
Can you cast the circle round,
To watch the rites of joy?
Are the leaves your resting place
The stars your guides above?
The Hollow Hill your chosen goal
The Good Folk your kith and kin?
Do you understand
Child of Earth
Your heritage of old?

Michael Howard

(Michael Howard recently passed to the summerlands. He was an Elder of the Craft, practitioner of Luciferian Witchcraft and a prolific author on esoteric topics, including his journal, The Cauldron, a magazine catering for modern Pagan Witches).

Lick my sweet what…?

November 5, 2015

The Triumph of Bullshit

November 5, 2015


Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund, tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ’s sake stick it up your ass.

Ladies, who find my intentions ridiculous
Awkward, insipid and horribly gauche
Pompous, pretentious, ineptly meticulous
Dull as the heart of an unbaked brioche
Floundering versicles freely versiculous
Often attenuate, frequently crass
Attempts at emotion that turn isiculous,
For Christ’s sake stick it up your ass.

Ladies who think me unduly vociferous
Amiable cabotin making a noise
That people may cry out ‘this stuff is too stiff for us’—
Ingenuous child with a box of new toys
Toy lions carnivorous, cannon fumiferous
Engines vaporous—all this will pass;
Quite innocent,— ‘he only wants to make shiver us.’
For Christ’s sake stick it up your ass.

And when thyself with silver foot shall pass
Among the theories scattered on the grass
Take up my good intentions with the rest
And then for Christ’s sake stick them up your ass.

T. S. Eliot

(The poem was written or transcribed in around 1910, when Eliot was still unpublished (apart from work in the Smith Record and the Harvard Advocate). But there exists no record of the term bullshit in literature prior to Eliot’s use of it in his poem’s title. So we must assume that he assimilated it, along with other “demotic” phrases, which he must have heard rather than read, and which he used in his later poetry.)


I think that I shall never see,
a penis lovely as a tree.
Though both can be described at length,
it’s best you don’t.
Please show some strength.
For ample members are best left
(even when one’s hands are deft)
untouched by writers’ florid prose,
whether roused,
or in repose.
So drop the little one-eyed snake,
of other things you should partake.
Admittedly, they do enthrall,
but after one, you’ve seen ‘em all.

Pamela Patchet

(“Pamela Patchet was unwittingly born and raised in Toronto instead of Paris. She worked her way from A&W carhop to political advisor to advertising executive where, on any given day, she was called upon to soothe disgruntled clients, cajole temperamental artists, juggle multi-million dollar budgets or locate trained penguins for television commercials. She married a handsome dentist for love and a lifetime of free dental care, raised three kids, and established a freelance writing career, not unlike her earlier jobs, but minus the penguins.”)

I’m not gay

November 5, 2015

iryna yermolova

A lot of folk see me and think I’m gay
Because of my short hair and foul tongue
But that is an offensive thing to say
That you can just spot out a lez-be-un

I’ve been friends with many two girl couples
And none of them were ever quite the same
Some were very sweet, some had troubles
And others were rowdy and insane

I’ve known lesbians who spent hours getting dressed up
And some who throw on sweatpants and a hat
You can’t just judge by looks, that’s so messed up
You can’t always tell which girls like “the cat”

Thinking about pussy doesn’t make me sick
I’m not gay, no, it isn’t just a bluff
I prefer the penis, the cock or the dick
But I’d let a girl touch my pussy

if I was horny enough

Arlo Disarray


There are times when we have cast a spell that we should not have done, either because we have not thought it through or because we have reacted in anger and later realize that it was inappropriate. Then we are honour bound to undo it. This spell is representational and the best time to do this is after midnight at the time of the Waning Moon

• As many white candles as you feel is appropriate.
• Purifying incense (such as sage or rosemary).
• Rosemary oil.
• Angelica or rosemary herbs.
• A bead from a necklace you own – clear if possible (you could use a much loved piece of jewelry or crystal if you don’t own a necklace).
• Small square of black cloth and some black thread (or small black drawstring bag).

1. Anoint your candles with the rosemary oil.
2. Light the incense and let it burn for a few moments to raise the atmosphere.
3. Light your candles and as you do so, think very carefully as to why you cast the first spell, what it has caused, and why you wish it removed.
4. Then say:
“Great Mother, I ask a favor of you On [date] I cast a spell to [insert type of spell] I now ask for it to be removed and rendered harmless. May it have no further power or gain.”
5. Place the bead or jewelry and the herbs on the black cloth and say: “Here I make sacrifice to you knowing that I must relinquish this object as token of my good intentions.”
6. Knot the cord around the cloth (or tie the bag), saying as you do:
“I transfer the power of the spell to this object and enclose it within its own darkness So be it.” Tie the cloth/bag tightly.
7. Seal the knots by dripping wax from one of the candles on them.
8. Take the bag as far away as you can and bury it. If the spell you are undoing was done in anger, fear, jealousy, etc. then as you bury it, say: “Begone anger, begone fear, begone jealousy (etc).”

It is done. You can let the candles burn down completely or bury them with the bag.

You should find that you have got rid of any negativity you may have felt. Insofar as you have given up something which belongs to you, you have cleared yourself of the law of cause and effect and of any spiritual difficulty as a result of your initial action.

Source HERE.