October 13, 2019

What was your mantra? Sometimes
you’ve gotta suck a little cock to get what you want.
When I say that now,
people look at me in revulsion.
No one understands better than you
that we’re all whores at brass tacks. I try to remember where
I last saw your silhouette: was it robed
in sunlight, smiling on a pier? Even the ocean was greedy
for a fondle, and would have swallowed you whole
like an antipsychotic or heroin balloon.
Darling, lay back on the settee. Let the rabbit-fur collar
kiss your neck’s stubbled skin. We’ll redact
your lipstick, smudged, and bleeding
mascara. We’ll redact your broken
heel. Have a petit-four and a cup of tea.
We’ll talk boys and pretend they’ve been civil.

Lauren Brazeal

The true function of phantasy is to give the imagination a ground for limitless expansion, & to satisfy aesthetically the sincere & burning curiosity and sense of awe which a sensitive minority of mankind feel towards the alluring & provocative abysses of unplumbed space and unguessed entity which press in upon the known world from unknown infinities & in unknown relationships of time, space, matter, force, dimensionality, & consciousness.

H. P. Lovecraft
letter to Clark Ashton Smith of October 17th, 1930

nature of the beast

July 8, 2017

The desire to dominate fuels the fantasies of so many men. The motivation, generally repressed, to assume the role of a Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun and to plunder a woman’s body in the same way Attila plundered the Balkans – or to possess several, subservient morganatic wives like Genghis. To ravish at will, to rape and force, to spill their seed in every orifice of their helpless victims. This is the true nature of the beast –