Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    
il worship, gleaned from a few Aleister Crowley boo-
  

    
gers scaped from an antique hanky.  In summary, the primary advan-
  

    
ces made by the Friends of Aleister Crowley were met with considerable
skep-
  

    
ticism.  And why not?  After all, when you find yourself above 14,000
feet on a glacier without an in-
  

    
 
cisor to grip with, how better to arrest the inevitable slide than to
simply stick out your to-
  

    

enails and have a pedicure?  At least you will feel better as you crash 
into the bo-
  

    
dice of a buxom Swiss bar maid, hoisting mugs of beer in one hand, and
in the other a hu-
  

    

nk of barbecued brisket just dripping with beefy goodness un-
  

    
lees, of course, your are Vegan, in which case it must be barbequed
Tofu dripping with Tofu-ey goodness, which may unfortunately trigger an
episode of deep dep-
  

    
ilation of those nasty ingrown hairs on one's thighs and le-
  

    
sions in unmentionable places, as well as debil-
  

    
itating one shortly after removal of said ingrown hairs from said
lesions, the pain (and also the act of looking at and touching those
sores) also triggering nau- 
  

    

tical tales of heroism and swashbuckling adventure, featuring argot so
colourful as to be almost inde-
  

    

pendent of meaning unless one had been raised in the basement of a co-
  

    
op whose members produce both swashes AND buckles, thus providing the
next generation with a firm found-
  

    

ling on which to base their future indoctrination as it matures into a fl-
  

    

ivver driving madcap, careening down the King's Highway, late for a
freshman kegger at a well known Ivy League un-
  

    
derground labyrinth, which is also sometimes used for the meetings and
secret ceremonies of a certain campus secret so-
  

    

ck hop featuring the big sound of Johnny Skull and the Bad Bones Band,
with their heartfelt rendition of so-
  

    

mmelier's Lament, a tearjerking chart-buster about wine in boxes and 
screw-offs caps, destined to be-
  

    
smirch the reputation of their arch rivals, Johhny Bones and the Bad
Skull band, by their vastly sup-
  

    

pository addicted fan base, a sinkhole of decadent excess currently
resident in a basement bunker style Berlin nightclub owned by a car-
  

    
toonist for Pent-
  

    

agon Hijinx, a little know in-house review rapidly outstripping "Stars
and Stripes" in pop-
  

    

ulations of more than 25, thus proving that no matter how sm-