Dogs of Reason. Thelema! Thelema! May the will be done according to the symbolic law of the word who, without the enjoyment of the body, fights in eternity against the god of silence Harpocrates, Hoor-paar-kraat. Theleme! Theleme! To the pregnant Eagle Stone. In this night of stone that does not cry. Sometimes the stone books bury convincing signs of having been on their tombstones. Men evaporated in quantities of stone. Birds, prey of death. The dust winds continued on. Conquering remote mountains on which it was necessary to cover the abundant hooves of the horses of the conquest with leather canvas so that they would not slip on the surface of the diamonds. “Im-stones.” They went down to the end of the scent. The continuous train of the unfortunates goes. They go with onyx nails reflecting the terror of the world. Like stones that attract water and goldfish, and bones, and meat. Wild signs of traces of a fossilized scorpion. Through one angle of the eye it arrives, through the other it flees. They throw stones on the bones. The sea is stripped of meat. Dreams contain shocking stones from whose clash lights of the night come out.

Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.