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Perversion comes dressed to the millennium her indecorous garments flashing as the ceremonial dance unfolds, ungainly and lascivious obscured by the maladies of the soul

bodily landscapes erupting driving away the last knoll of pleasure

his mirth reverberating in the wake remains primeval and forgotten a gullible fantasy, a tear shining bleeding moon in the disco hall

his body twitches now engulfed beneath

ashen skin, crimson stitches

the Imp of the Perverse


Images Flowers at night by Matteo Mazzoni Red Sunset by Petteri Sulonen


Feast