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Now listen; in this terminal and horrific night. This night.
Elektra in the yellow shadows...
She's got her hands red, with the blood of her mother.
There's a sublunar pendulum glowing under the 3 goddesses of the vengeance: the restless, the avenger, the jealous...
The manganese of the night/Nyx is hörrid Moira of erected, white hairs for the princess...strange whispers harass her from the dark/Skotos.
Dark...
The tall woman in white roams under the gelidity of Gemini surrounded by greek vampires: in sudden attack of dementia, she tries to pull up violently her own eyes off the orbits with her fingers: a galvanic angel hinders her soft hands, and leads her in futurition, towards the öracle among the hyacinths:
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like a machinal automaton of the gods, the blüe mirror shows her how Nemesis claims for her tender blood...
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...Sail away, sail; sail by the cold-Aegean sea, across the arid islands to escape from the Furies.
On the ardent plateaux the egipans fornicate with the deviant daughters of the land.
The nomenclature of the blue sea shall arouse her madness, under a nightsky of stars like cybernetic monstrosities...
...In the white mornings, the sexx of our Elektra flows de règle...she yearns for a lad who suck with delicacy her intimate feminine anguish; up to the örgäsm: she's burning, and masturbates herself with gently tenderness; the mörning, yellow and hot, comes on through the lacey curtains...
...then, when Elektra falls asleep, exhausted of pleasure, Podargé, the harpy, comes bringing the whïte wuthering, to defecate her immondices on the blood of ardour and sex.
From the platinum houses of Olympus, it can be heard the echoes of the human dramas. Distant...
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