HAVE SEX WITH GHOSTS

elijah burgher visual artist chicago enthusiasms crushes etcetera visual musical magickal and otherwise

this is what I do: http://ghostvomit.blogspot.com

Jun 19

Skullflower - Rotten Sun II


Jun 18

Chrome - Something Rhythmic (1980) 

I can not put it off til later 

I need it now

I need you tied to my bedpost

i can’t wait

(via distortmag)


Jean Genet, 1948.
Photo : Brassaï

Jean Genet, 1948.

Photo : Brassaï

(via distortmag)



AS vs GH Notes

-“Small Town Boy”/”Tainted Love” (Soft Cell version)/”Tainted Love” (Coil version)

-Dead child buried in snow

-From Beyond?

-Coltrane’s “Isis and Osiris” backwards?

-Find sex magick ritual in WSB2 —> barfing hieroglyphs


Myrninerest - Chaos in his Choirboy


Prurient - You Show Great Spirit


« embers fading under half-cooked joint, …

« embers fading under half-cooked joint, black blood spurting deep in throat… cutting tail of gutted jackal, pressing tail between my buttocks, squatting on rock, ears pricking up in salty wind, rain lashing lips closing over squirting blood .. Rico cutting into animal’s muzzle, hollowing, emptying with dagger, burying head inside, kneeling in mud… walking towards rock, outcrops of flint catching my member, Rico pushing, between my spreading buttocks, jackal’s bloody muzzle.. pulling mask up against my loins, working lips against my arse.. block colic churning in my belly.. ejected, filling mouth.. Rico standing up, spitting out excremental stew.. crouching back down, browsing on sodden moss, chewing, staring, me squatting, legs stiffened, rain lashing tensed muscles, pumping member softened by rain — at tangled brown hair of my dripping groin.. Rico standing, leaping at my streaming body, knees knocking, Rico’s hand smearing jissom spurted onto my thigh.. kissing imprint from webbing of hamac on back of my neck, teeth pulling downy hair of nape, greasy curls over my ears.. knee raised between my thighs.. US shorts, thrown down onto moss, holding, under downpour, folds fixed by constant tension at my crotch.. sliding along Rico’s half-naked body.. my lips, pressed against moist cloth, following rising jissom in member hugged by shorts.. jissom spurting, my tongue lapping, pushing inside shorts, gathering drops streaked with thin blood.. monkeys whistling in cedars : I walk with Rico, naked, in front of rebels, members erect, cheeks tipped against shoulders, eyes narrowed, oh rebels, your bellies are light, your cheeks, daubed with paint…»

(From Eden Eden Eden by Pierre Guyotat)


Jun 17

Open the so-called body…

Open the so-called body and spread out all its surfaces: not only the skin with each of its folds, wrinkles, scars, with its great velvety planes, and contiguous to that, the scalp and its mane of hair, the tender pubic fur, nipples, nails, hard transparent skin under the heel, the light frills of the eyelids, set with lashes - but open and spread, expose the labia majora, so also the labia minora with their blue network bathed in mucus, dilate the diaphragm of the anal sphincter, longitudinally cut and flatten out the black conduit of the rectum, then the colon, then the caecum, now a ribbon with its surface all striated and polluted with shit; as though your dress­ maker’s scissors were opening the leg of an old pair of trousers, go on, expose the small intestines’ alleged interior, the jejunum, the ileum, the duodenum, or else, at the other end, undo the mouth at its corners, pull out the tongue at its most distant roots and split it, spread out the bats’ wings of the palate and its damp basements, open the trachea and make it the skeleton of a boat under construction; armed with scalpels and tweezers, dismantle and lay out the bundles and bodies of the encephalon; and then the whole network of veins and arteries, intact, on an immense mattress, and then the lymphatic network, and the fine bony pieces of the wrist, the ankle, take them apart and put them end to end with all the layers of nerve tissue which surround the aqueous humours and the cavernous body of the penis, and extract the great muscles, the great dorsal nets, spread them out like smooth sleeping dolphins.

(From Jean-François Lyotard’s Libidinal Economy)


Bulbous Creation - Satan


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