Aleister Crowley

Dear Mr. Crowley, i fell of a scaffolding when i was a teenager, i flew along way and gave my head an almighty smack, i wasn’t suppose to be there, so there was no compensation. So, I’m probably also seen as mad. I remember the old man who told me about you, there was nothing really about him, apart from his magick. I know why you were, you have inspired me to celebrate myself, even the tinest littlest bits. You know I even went to live in hastings for 999 dAYS, and i played my trump card, thanks for the advice, thanks for the entertainment, and thanks 4 the lucky pounds…