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The ultimate seduction. Hot like the sun and wet like the rain (C’hantal, 1990)
Buoyant particles replacing the moon.
Rotten crust evaporated.
Vapors ascending.
Transient atmosphere.
This powder doesn’t coagulate.
It turns into slime.
Niđe nikoga osim onijeh što idu okolo,
s čerožinama, tražu dok ne skontaju da niđe nema ni žive duše.
Haze spreading downward.
Condensing, dripping of walls.
Crawling over the ground.
Salvation precipitates.
Salivation floods then seeps away.
Leaves one wondering where it went.
Those were not embers.
It’s raining ichor.
There they come.
Orange lights contrast the black sky.
They will stop flickering very soon.
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Purified liquids pumped upward.
Collecting broken wings, hanging them on walls.
Observe the caravans of light.
Clumsy legs running downward.
Always opposing gravity but still unable to fly.
Always opposing gravity and yet buried in a separated grave.
Lamenting with a rough voice.
Inhaling airborne rust.
Pointing fingers at the sky.
Admiring cocoons of fire.
The pillars lay obscured, flat on the ground.
And those who never saw them are not meant to speak.
Collecting broken wings.
Observe the caravans of light.
Living life in contempt.
Enjoying death in exile.
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The Silent Owl
06:10
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Thiolic scent carried on 1000 legs.
Coagulated dust.
Organic acridity.
Abandoned threads.
Sharp spirals tear through fabric.
Diagonal cracks.
A network of lifeforms hanging upside down.
Dry digested blood on white plaster.
Ordered collection of partly obsolete knowledge
and a church engraved in copper.
The silent owl stares at it all.
The hasty steps of downward travel.
The strenuous knocking of invasive figures.
The roar of the accelerating fires.
The lamentations of incomplete entities.
The intermittent thumps of unstable ground.
The shrieking tongues of treacherous sprits.
The silent owl hears it all.
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Skin covered with anti-gravitational ointment.
Take off and despite all curses circumnavigate every outcrop and every thorn.
Like they said: Ni o trn, ni o kam!
What kind of excrement comes out of feasting at the moon?
Might it be orange?
Pod orahom se kolo bala.
Diže se prašina i šijun od lišća.
Za napravit najtamniju noć.
Opet je neko ižijo mjesec .
Eno ga visi na pola.
Cijeli se crveni .
Opet je neko ižijo mjesec.
I opet govoru da mu neće skroz naškodit.
Skin covered with anti-gravitational ointment.
Take off and despite all curses circumnavigate every outcrop and every thorn.
Like they said: Ni o trn, ni o kam!
Pod orahom se kolo bala.
Diže se prašina i šijun od lišća.
I opet je neko ižijo mjesec .
Za napravit još tamniju noć.
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Sad će sve fermat
05:14
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Accidental summoning of stiff, cloaked entities
Who approach with hasty steps.
And slip on the blood that bled out of the heart of their savior.
Lamenting in the middle of a circle made of flesh
Trying to force feed vapor of boiling lead.
Jer sad će sve fermat i neće ostat ništa.
I opet će sve fermat i neće ostat ništa.
Deliberate deception of stiff, cloaked entities .
Who leave with hasty steps.
And slip on the blood that bled out of the heart of their savior.
Trembling hordes.
Simplification of movement.
Induced by the divine.
Symmetric and parallel and perfectly round.
And now the wrath is spraying relentless.
Overthrown tools for overthrown orders.
Hasty steps reverb through the halls.
Drowned out by the sound of doors being shut.
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Bring On the Sulphur
05:04
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Retina covered in thick black paint.
A paint applied by shining light.
Filtered sight towards things that shouldn’t happen.
Throwing death at futility to achieve a definite outcome.
Starring from the mirror
brother‘s infernal keeper.
Propast je došla iako ovaj put još ništa ne smrdi.
Uvijek treba prvo smrđet!
Zato donesi sumpor!
Matter displaced by dense spheres.
Wood splinters.
Strewn glass shards.
Slow moving gravity flow.
This time the sound of damnation was brief.
Therefore it needs to smell.
So bring on the sulphur!
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There it is / Spas
09:19
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Since the doors are open now, one can enter.
Liminal deities calling.
Which one to follow?
Picking the one that leads towards the orange light of slightly hotter flames.
Cryptic signs.
Which ones to read?
Kad se pako izprazni treba ga opet napunit.
A labyrinth with cold vibrating walls.
Where liquid tentacles ooze out of every crack.
Slippery railings.
Which one to hold on to?
Sailing on foul waters.
Weltering in decaying secrete.
Kad se pako izprazni treba ga opet napunit.
I napunio se.
Pa sad i anđelima curi iz nosa.
Tunnels separate.
Which void to choose?
Picking the one where the walls get dryer.
Entangled with what’s left of calcined roots.
Embracing the heat and staying entangled with the world down there.
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