the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of
life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with
mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book door closed at 4.
A.M. and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but who copulated
ecstatic and insatiate with a vision of ultimate cunt and who sweetened
the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were
red