part #18 the poison breath of hundred starlit fires

where now the aching bodies lay gathering time and courage to prepare themselves for the next bout of cataclysmic pleasure that offers, also, opportunities for gazing blankly into dark depths beyond the marauding behemoth where she rattled soullessly through the mild underlit dawn, crying only at the excited happiness of her glowing departure

part #21 notes on the irresistible deathly clutch

once again I underwrite your behavioural lapses, that I recognise so well from my own decadent and twirling afternoon full of boredom and danger, danger and boredom but no excitement not now for our deleterious liaisons are mute, sterile and reproachfully morbid. yet still incited in me is this peculiar and unique fascination, troubling me, stoking an endless fire of pallid, sickening curiosity – I am no voyeur of car crashes and public hangings but you are my foetid fascination, luring me with your stench like a fly to an arum, closing me in your spongy prison before freeing me, dazed and sputtering to my gravelly demise

part #15 the echoing noise of sub-contractors

and now I know that I am the most romantic haunted and empty man and now you know it too and now too we see the protective veil that enshrouds this delicate entanglement. no don’t touch, it awaits its unveiling at the ministers' reception and there the entwined elements shall be laid bare to await investigation by frosty tactitioners and elaborately staged actors. his irascibility the echoing void that struck most forcefully within the tired outfits that, thus assembled, were nevertheless recoiled in horror due to the lack of any refinement that could be considered in any way appropriate to the occasion and whereby each that were present presented not only raucous applause but also derision hitherto withheld due to the sheer bleeding alacrity, of its bruised and pulpy visceral putrefaction billowing so elegantly, with a resounding slunch, across all of the essential gathered figures, eliminating their very vital attributes until they at least could also see the human frailty, the broken death that awaits even the most daring of fools and the floodlit path that drags each and every toad to its slimy aftermath.