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The girl and her souless shadow walk together the misty path in search of a worthy scream, although a pitch black silence reigns . Not even the dogs notice her as she enters the old gate that leads to the raccoons’ cave...........................................As a blow of the wind her salutations give start to the feast of the creatures of the night. .......................With a glimpse she catches sight of the golden fish who in his throne lies. Why are you not wearing your party helmet, you disrespectful buddy? The animal blushes and finds no words to answer to Muscarina. Just like anyone else in that odd god forsaken kingdom, he fears her with all his might. ...........................As drums fill the air louder each minute, her whiskers grow longer, and her sticky tongue defines the sparkly circles that soon become cups. The milky plants are being squeezed now by Mother Eloisa. They are prepared to toss and drink for the summer has finally come. ......................High above, the eye on the cloud peeps. It puts a curve on the lips it think it has. The lurker's satisfaction could not be greater................................................Now the cup and its dense content swings madly among the pale sticky fingers of the girl. In it, a million past lives reckon the end of the Journey, and locked in bubbles cry. So do the buddies gathered under the oak roots, same piercing fear. For they, too, have mud on the tip of their noses. ...................................................."Over Thee we toss. And your face, which features we can only guess, because it is the face that has never been seen"................................................//When the wine is home to such ghosts, it is not clever to stay and watch.And I, of course, watched.-......................."""""""""""""""""""""""""""" """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""--------------------- -----------------------MORON RHYME= woke up in a warm vomit nest and smiled...cos yellow was the colour of my dreams that night...the low tide-watchers, in their freaky tidy row, were trying hard to take me where the sylicon trees grow .. yes OH yes, oh yes, OH...they were all singing this stupid song with joy, until i screamed DO NOT MESS WITH MY FAVE TOY! Fuck off asscrack bitches get the hell out of my sight...and tell the one who sent you that im on the other side.- :) -JJ..................................................::::::: :::: Borrowed (afanado) ://///"He visto el tenebroso universo abierto donde los negros planetas giran sin rumbo, donde giran en su indiferente horror, sin conocimiento, ni nombre, ni fulgor." /////////////"¿No sufres, como yo, el gustoso daño de que te tengan todos por extraño?"/Las Flores del Mal ___________