Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable commerce scrawled in Etruscan language
Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs
People of the black market of the third world war
Practicing absurd telepathic sensitivities
Obstetricians of the spirit
Investigators of dissipations denounced by bland paranoiac chess players
Servants of unlikely fragmentary guarantees transcribed in Jewish stenography
Imbuing the spirit with unspeakable mutilations
Surly police officers of not prostituted lands
Junk dealers, sellers of delicious nightmares and of yearnings dried on cells saturated and affected with unknown pathologies
Bartered with the rough material of the will
Drinkers of heavy fluid sealed in shining amber of dreams.
I shell never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands, when the maleficent word scared my shaky brain.
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