Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
once you get the bootle open you cant stop...

you wont stop...

until...

you surrender to sweet mad delerium

ad astra ad aspera...

to be online with the whole of universe...

Cries from the void

melting into nothingness and everything

Om Mani Padme Hum

to be or not to be nothing...

its not even a question,

its an answer

where there can be no beginning

there can be no end

Only a begging silence

a roaring silence

between the atoms

of our self

a red nile of life force

free flowing warmth

and turn your self

and turn your soul

to another mead...

Igniting an inferno

Hell unleashed

when you enter here

let your hope go away

dance with your demons

damnation your salvation

and dont forget

your daily dose

of crushed angelbones

and whipped winges

of amorines

pain is pleasure

pleasure is pain

and my tounge dosn't know the word

and my toes doesn't know the world

and we all find pleasure in Poe

For I live between worlds

and belong to none

there is none who can claim me

I am free

a neverending cycle

of what goes around

will come around

a whirling dervish

whispers his secrets

to the unseen ghosts

and down and down and down it goes

the unchained host
holds a mass in Absinthinium

In the name of the father

the son

the mother

I take my leave

and the unholy spliff

a final sacrament

By:Carl Brandt and

Rose Schiweck Dec 11th,2004