The trans-polar eyes saw pass by the transpolar eyes seeing pass by the trans-polar flight: the night was square and white and everything was absolutely austral and azul for the winged entities of the dusk.
I mean azul
Listen to the word "azul":
azul
azul
azul.
It's a desertic word that hits you hard in the eyeball like a hard drop from the eyes of God:
AZUL.
Decadence is all that everyone can have; decadents we all are; decadents, blue decadent people.
I break myself in 2 like an eggshell that breaks itself from within. In the day of the opaque fury.
The damned radiolaboratories are storing all the silicon for the daufhters to be used. For the daufhters to be used.
"Here comes the monosun, little darling" and is the only macrocosmic microparticle divided ad infinitum that still remains WHOLE.
THE DAMNED MONOSUN.
IS THE AGITATED TAMBOURINE OF THE HERMETIC BURNING CHERUBS.
Now the spear of lead fell heavily on the soft prairie full of satyres and Solar loathe
fell there, repugnant, like the erected finger of Proteus in the bland waters of Xnaa.
Fuck me, i hate you! :
Won't you see the splendour?
Won't you recognize the splendour in AZUL?
Your decadence and ëgöïsm is so fulminatory that i can't do nothing but fall as well like a heavy minotaur rolling down on the slopes of Eurotas, arid semi-steppe and river of neuronal eau.
Can't you see the blue electrying from the white depths of the Medusa, nymph and slut of the Ocean?
Can't your respiration, for one moment, breathe the saline air, being not yourself?
Can't you for a moment, let yourself go?
NO.
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