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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 1 May 1937
Bus strike (?).
Do you think the pub will bust us
For a cask of rum? (When broadcast by B.B.C. read 'case of...Mumm(?)).
F--- my shit-hole wetter, Hector, F--- my piss-hole drier; F--- me like the f-----g rector F--- the f-----g choir. Thrushes pipe Hey nonny nonny Linnets twitter sweet. Praise God for Joe, Hector, Johnny, Paul, Augustus, Pete. Heaven & earth serenely blended By our Lady's Grace— Now my f-----g song is ended. F--- my f-----g face. Natus est Filius666Newcastle
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