PREFACE

come ye all and enter this dreamland of torment of I where daylight and moonlight be naught but the greyness of the tomb where the flesh of I be dead caressed by fetid odors in a mire of gloom come ye all and enter my dreamland of old age where walk I ast a ghost amongst wilted withered blooms where walk I with mind alive with mind alive to lust fires enflames by girlies pulpy cunts where I tormented by dead flesh and a living mind that canst find no escape fromsts this shadow-land of agings woes hear my Requiem in animam viventem