Dribbling
candles illuminate Rocco decaying walls bleed spores with pink
ornate, exquisite. Calligraphy scribbling black-blood upon an endless
roll of unfurling manuscript, writing delirious, venereal
fermentations - divine rank, rotten grapes and rancid tangerines
oranges-black pulp bursting – haemorrhaging forth streams of
blackened sore wine.
An
obscenely obese quivering shadow danced on the wall. As furling rolls
of yellow tissue paper, scribed as a goose feather fluttered, a
cosmos - of syphilitic specks ink inscription, inscribed black -
words in a perverse order.
Turds,
piss and sperm, choking dogs, the whores tales - Coprophagous repeats
consume excrete and eat obsessively repeats, time table arranged for
the pigs, bloodshed - repeats pale white candle twitterers down to
forms a wax-cake. A ripe sweat rotting pores excrete. Claret drank,
pink Bom Boms – sucked to tiny white stones. Rich meat fill his
pinky white digestive tract now infested, parasitic worm. Uprooted
fungi, musk putrid puke, black faeces like truffles ingrown and rich
- soil milk white - “Une Saison en Enfer”.
Projectile
liquid shit ... A sense of danger crept over him, so terror he dug
out a cavity in the damp wall now a crumbling plaster concealing the
scroll. The recess veiled with slimy pink flowery wallpaper. So
precious the work, vulnerable he sat. Tears of blood weeping, in a
delirium slumber soon the Sunshine raised projecting prison bars cast
– entombing him till dusk, guillotined-conscious-heads-rolled. He
woke to piss, before he prepared his pens, nibs and quills. His ideas
took form and his prick took hold, needle tight tract pumps
reproductive mucus piteously.
Lice
leaped, fleas spawned in a thick white froth.
The manuscript was alive forming thought - chapters, cycles, systems
somatic semantics - pumping blood, fleshing out organs ceasing in
fine drafting, finally formulating the Passions – murder - torture
followed.
Quickly
depositing “Sodom” within the cell wall. Prisoners clashed and
soldiers responded with brute force, inflaming his tongue with a
reptilian flicker, "Killing, they're Killing prisoners, innocent
men! Storm the castle!" The Bastille was lit at last! From
French Revolution to Citizen Sade, wept blood … Lost, Lost forever
or not … 1904 Dr.
Bloch …
“Berlin
psychiatrist
Iwan
Bloch (who
used a pseudonym, "Dr. Eugen Dühren" to avoid
controversy). It was not until the latter half of the 20th century
that it became more widely available in countries such as United
Kingdom, the United States and France. The original is located in the
Musée
des Lettres et Manuscrits,
Paris,
France” ... Les
120 Journées de Sodome ou l'école du libertinage …
Krafft-Ebing
– Sade – Sadism. Alas.
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