When the soul plunged in the fire of divine love, like iron, it first loses its blackness, and then growing to white heat it becomes like unto the fire itself. And lastly, it grows liquid, and, losing its nature, is transmuted into an utterly different quality of being. And as the difference between iron that is … Read morefire of divine love
I have come without a heart, without a soul; Look at my cock, read the lines on my face, OMFG! No, I am wrong, I have not come at all, you came to me; You came with me, hidden in my existence, OMFG! Simile in the face of fire like a piece of gold; And … Read moreOMFG!