"one dark afternoon, like a shadow i flew. thru the rain that fell sick with lament. to this house of incest, for when we undressed. blasphemy against venus were rent. but with sister removed, her wet body approved the parade of my heavenly quests. yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or asque. like an uncivil servants at best. for ousted from eden, i fausted all reason. hook in mouth like saint peter pan. to haunt fairy groves and hot virgin coves. where in the promiscuous swam. i elected lovers and rejected others. mifistresses that don't give a damn. but in those that still do, my deep interest grew. THE RISE OF THE TRUE PENTAGRAM"
