Transgressive Adventures of Roris Coctis, esotericist and savage (December 2015)
by Zack Kouns
Painted the dark blue of a hideous god, I walked along a path that led from the Tigris. Trees sprouted as I passed, their branches were mangled bodies with ugly flowers sprouting from their teeth. I heard unclean spirits bathing in the river. I came upon a dead soldier with bullet holes where his eyes were. I put my hand into a wound in his leg and oiled my hair with his gore. Meaninglessness. Suddenly, I was moved by a mysterious and ageless sense of a miraculous, Divine order in the cosmos. I had made an earth: a hell full of trivialities, atrocity, superfluity and crudity. I sat down in the ashes of my empire and stared at the temple of the sun I had erected towering in the desert, an engorged black phallus marking the entrance. A mongrel passed and carried my ageless hidden organ in it's teeth. I wrestled on all fours with the beast for the celestial dinner that he had scrounged from my deserted temple. He tore my tongue out with his claws and I ripped his throat open with delirious force to wrestle away something Eternal and my own. As I held in my hands something that I'd known only in intimations and apparitions, the slaughtered cur began to speak: “The poor parasitic creature called man can only befoul sacred things on a cellular level. No matter how far astray he's wandered, even this fallen creature has the remarkable ability of stopping in his tracks and turn toward ecstasy, transcendence and illumination.” The temple in the distance crumbled and the sun fell out of the sky to destroy me and the earth I had formed in my image. And so, I was truly born.
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