Is it true that Aleister Crowley ejaculated on his published works of poetry?

When thy warm sweat should leave me cold,
And my worn soul find out no bliss
In the obscenities I kiss,
And the things shameful that I hold.

My nostrils sniff the luxury
Of flesh decaying, bowels torn
Of festive worms, like Venus, born
Of entrails foaming like the sea.

Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now
Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not;
And hast a strange desire begot
In me, to lick thy bloody brow;

To gnaw thy hollow cheeks, and pull
Thy lustful tongue from out it's sheath;
To wallow in the bowels of death,
And rip thy belly, and fill full

My hands with all putridities;
To chew thy dainty testicles;
To revel with the worms in Hell's
Delight in such obscenities;

To pour within thine heart the seed
Mingled with poisonous discharge[color=blue]
>From a swollen gland, inflamed and large[/color]
With gonorrhoea's delicious breed;

To probe thy belly, and to drink
The godless fluids, and the pool
Of rank putrescence from the stool
Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink

Excites these songs sublime. The rod
Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck,
Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck,
Hold me, I come! I'm dead! My God!

On 1 Dec 2005 20:00:09 -0800, Douchbag drinker, Steve Bowtie Young,
frogged "Daedalus" <daedalus.jade@gmail.com>, and wrote:
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>When thy[/color]

Bowtie doth fuck off, thou shalt rejoice!

Jade

In article <1133496009.433691.227530@g49g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,
Daedalus took the hamburger, threw it on the grill, and I said "Oh
wow"...
[color=blue]
> When thy warm sweat should leave me cold,
> And my worn soul find out no bliss
> In the obscenities I kiss,
> And the things shameful that I hold.
>
> My nostrils sniff the luxury
> Of flesh decaying, bowels torn
> Of festive worms, like Venus, born
> Of entrails foaming like the sea.
>
> Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now
> Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not;
> And hast a strange desire begot
> In me, to lick thy bloody brow;
>
> To gnaw thy hollow cheeks, and pull
> Thy lustful tongue from out it's sheath;
> To wallow in the bowels of death,
> And rip thy belly, and fill full
>
> My hands with all putridities;
> To chew thy dainty testicles;
> To revel with the worms in Hell's
> Delight in such obscenities;
>
> To pour within thine heart the seed
> Mingled with poisonous discharge[color=green]
> >From a swollen gland, inflamed and large[/color]
> With gonorrhoea's delicious breed;
>
> To probe thy belly, and to drink
> The godless fluids, and the pool
> Of rank putrescence from the stool
> Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink
>
> Excites these songs sublime. The rod
> Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck,
> Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck,
> Hold me, I come! I'm dead! My God!
>
>[/color]

No Bowtie, so quit licking the book.

--
Noodles Jefferson
mhm31x9 Smeeter#29 WSD#30
sTaRShInE_mOOnBeAm aT HoTmAil dOt CoM

"Our earth is degenerate in these latter days, bribery and corruption
are common, children no longer obey their parents and the end of the
world is evidently approaching."
--Assyrian clay tablet 2800 B.C.

On Fri, 02 Dec 2005 04:00:09 GMT, "Daedalus" <daedalus.jade@gmail.com>
posted something accessible as
news:1133496009.433691.227530@g49g2000cwa.googlegroups.com in
alt.usenet.kooks, selections of which I respond to below:
[color=blue]
> When thy warm sweat should leave me cold,
> And my worn soul find out no bliss
> In the obscenities I kiss,
> And the things shameful that I hold.
>
> My nostrils sniff the luxury
> Of flesh decaying, bowels torn
> Of festive worms, like Venus, born
> Of entrails foaming like the sea.
>
> Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now
> Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not;
> And hast a strange desire begot
> In me, to lick thy bloody brow;
>
> To gnaw thy hollow cheeks, and pull
> Thy lustful tongue from out it's sheath;
> To wallow in the bowels of death,
> And rip thy belly, and fill full
>
> My hands with all putridities;
> To chew thy dainty testicles;
> To revel with the worms in Hell's
> Delight in such obscenities;
>
> To pour within thine heart the seed
> Mingled with poisonous discharge[color=green]
>>From a swollen gland, inflamed and large[/color]
> With gonorrhoea's delicious breed;
>
> To probe thy belly, and to drink
> The godless fluids, and the pool
> Of rank putrescence from the stool
> Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink
>
> Excites these songs sublime. The rod
> Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck,
> Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck,
> Hold me, I come! I'm dead! My God![/color]

God, I love that poem!
Legend has it that the first hundred copies of Crowley's "white stains"
were stained white by the baby batter of The Beast himself, but nobody
knows for sure.

Now fuck off, Bowtie.

--
Robert Buchanan
Grand Moff of <http://www.robertbuchanan.name/>
Custodian of <http://del.icio.us/rbuchanan>
Master of Mindy (arf)

Quote of the week:

"You acted as if I was gay for years, and now you whine when I poke your
ass."

-Tom "Tosser" Bishop, <4388e3cc$0$20296$8f2e0ebb@news.shared-secrets.com>