.

PULVIS

a rough composition

  

inner discipline, order, numbers, abstraction, 

wet bile and death meditation find their realization 

in this paradoxical glory

 
noctolae

experiencing divinity in a fluidic intoxication

*hearing a long bellowing sound, straining the belly*

Some cows crazy in the night. Some corpsey cows.

And inside one of those corpsey cows an infant toad-god 

is born.