THE ANTICHRIST PARASITOLOGIST

 From dawn till dusk I exhaust myself 

with the desire to suck the dick. 

Since I know myself, morbid fear 

of people, of the pallor of their faces. 

Now I know the reason for it: specifically 

that, since I was still a child (a polymorphous 

pervert) what they did, did not interest me. 

The same thing today. I find no reality 

in their deed and the fear of them makes 

me absolutely incapable of collaborating 

in all they do. I feel excluded from their

acts, I am a good-for-nothing. But when I 

show them my tongue fluttering it in the air

like a snake they are moved like some matrons, 

chiefly the old Jews, I fall on my knees

and they caress the crown of my head 

and I suck their dick to exhaustion 

and then I feel like a cogitator as cynical 

as Diogenes -- What is the fellatio? A gratuitous 

demi-act. In this world of cannibals wicked is

every man who does not suck. Everyone keeps

guard on everyone and I am preparing to become 

the most terrible executioner. Judging by certain

signs that's what my father also wanted to be:

he had Gypsy habits.  

EMIL CIORAN

 Em. Cioran, "I am metaphysically Jew". "Job -- my protector" and Beelzebub makes me Rabbi. Let us drive all the schmutz of the Jews out of our memory. They hold me in their arms like a babe found and thrown into the weeds. Among the Jews, it's warm as in the mama's belly, as in the shit. In this world of freaks and boors it's not good for you to be Gipsy, however you have to be Jew.   

COGITATION (The nauseating pride...)

 The nauseating pride of the academician who knows what colour Sunday has is unbearable and odious. Those in Romania are the evilest and the most cretinous. They live the stupidity in itself.

REFLECTION (The rich man of today... )

 The rich man of today feeds on human semen, on roe, crayfish, and remedies full of proteins and on a great deal of human matter: he doesn't conceive that he can die. For them, a human being is an insect that can be swallowed, one that strengthens his health.

LIFE -- A DAILY APOCALYPSE

 

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Life – a daily Apocalypse

through passion and happiness

we enter a vortex toward the Absolute

you sense that the skies and the time

collapse into a world of pure breezes.

You yourself hold a lily in a hand

and with the other one you caress

an executioner and you are sad.

You are neither in life nor in death.

NOW I WILL GET DRESSED FOR CELEBRATION

 

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Now I will get dressed for celebration  
musically so that I see Him
striking my soul, kneading
my destiny, casting the light
of His countenance upon me.
When I cry out to Him,
the Lord will hear me.

COGITATION (During a war...)

 During a war, almost all participants commit crimes (some with passion), on both sides, and no one holds them accountable. There is a dispensation to commit crimes, like the dispensation to eat fish during Great Lent. Is there anything more odious in nature than this Anthropos?