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...Then i fell into the tunnel. I was bathed under a blue light that didn't come from heaven above.
Kiss' "King of the nightime world" did ricochet against the rugose and equivocal walls that shone: a warm-yellow light was seen at the end of the corridor...ténèbres.
Without dismay i reach the yellow, and there's a large hall: i doff off my misgivings: my eyes slightly closed in mistrust, such a Marvel's character in black mascara i go in...
What i saw there it was a blend of Poe's calenture, renaissance's orgy and Caligula's bugbear.
Some furious Hercules fornicated on a table a maiden; dog-faced angels danced Plasmatics and Radio Birdman songs; a robust matron sodomized a lad with a dildo-belt while on another table, a red-huge bull shattered anally to Anna Kournikova.
Then the lunisolar queen appeared dancing on a counter.
From her cunt did sprout 90 smutty alsatian nurses.
When the ceiling-vagina was ovulating, the sound of Gerry Rafferty was deafening for the banshees to dance: on a corner, two german schoolgirls got in spontaneous combustion doing a 69: the high flames from their anuses lit all the candles.
I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes.
Everybody disappeared; except a saucer brought by the archangel of the east.
It were the Jacob's lentils: and a stairway to Heaven.
Because i'm the cursed and branded one.
And i haven't flag or home...
The sky was green, fortunately.
The 12 tribes of Israel landed their UFO on Iberia. Then, the celts devoured 'em. ¿Did i wake up?
I'm schizophrenic, degenerate and unpredictable.
I'm a dangerous monkey, i'm the golden pilot.
Fille, yeux de ciel; madame belle.
Je ne veux pleurer pas; in the summer; this summer and every summer.
...Je ne veux pleurer pas. Je ne veux pleurer pas...
The summer mörning arrives. A sunray find me on the bed, naked like the nitro-blue-steel-metallic air of the air of the air of our Atlantic ocean-death.
I need some coffee ¿what time is it..?
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