A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?

It&#39;s not that I don&#39;t love the song. My songs are like my children: some you want around and some you want to send off to college as soon as possible.

Part of the far shore disappeared into a shimmer that looked like water. There was no certainty in seeing, no proof that what you saw was there or was not there. And the people of the Gulf expected all places were that way, and it was not strange to them.

Stab your demoniac smile to my brain, Soak me in cognac, love, and cocaine

Written By Aleister Crowley

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