(2006)
(...Then, black lions with wings like menstruation, did sprout from my opened chest...)
It feels like a departure in the night.
A departure to nowhere; love-sexüal-love.
There's a strange force, a brand new fascination...
And it is pushing me towards...
i feel i got to go in too deep...deeper
If i were another being i couldn't understand.
I was cornered, dehumanized. My mind is getting tortil now, unpredictable...
It feels like the purgatory in an eternal summer.
I can see the äüra of the joker completely vampirized: but...
i can see something controlling my will...i see fornication, deviant love, opaque images; obscene yearning...
In my dementia i see it like luminows (sic).
Deviation...
Is all i care.
...Then, in the night of the woman, my chest was opened by edge of blade; like the sea of the Cabo de Hornos; plethoric of ondines with cunts like lips of women.
One by one the stars fell down on Ëarth; then, an august silence was prelude of silver for this Sun to be seen: a white sphere in the bläck. Guiding light; night of the voyage...
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