Billy Baphomet

Eternally searching for that mystic moment,
Where all doubt shall shatter,
A million manifold fractal images,
Congeal into apostate apotheosis,
Drink deeply of the milk of stars,
A lay with the slouching Beast,
Heretic Hermetic mages,
Chanting in the Dark. . .

That is not dead, which can Eternal lie,
And after strange eons, even Death may die,
-H.P. Lovecraft (purported poem by Abdul Alhazred)

I am a neon shaman, banging spirit-altering beats upon this dusty key-board. An electrichthonic gnostic seeking forbidden gnosis of shadow things. A poet and philsopher and spinner of tales. A Skald.

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