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Cantos de Maldoror (fragment) (...) There are times in life when lousy mane man launches, staring, eyes wild green space membranes, because he seems to hear in front of him, the ironic piggy bank of a ghost. He shook his head and low, has heard the voice of conscience. then rushes out of the house with a crazy speed, making the first address offered to his surprise, and devours the rugged plains of the countryside. But the yellow ghost not lose sight and pursues him with similar speed. Sometimes, on stormy nights, when legions of winged octopi, which by far seem ravens hovering above the clouds, turning with firm bogadas to the cities of humans, with a mission to warn that they should change behavior pebble dark eye looks through, one after another, two people with the clarity of lightning, and, wiping away a furtive tear of compassion that slides out from its eyelid cream, exclaims: 'Verily, it deserves no more than a act of justice.
Having said this, he regains his sullen attitude, and still observed, with a nervous trembling, a man hunting, and large lips of the vagina of shade from which emerge constantly, like a river, huge dark sperm taking momentum into the ether dark, hiding in the vast array of bat wings, the whole of nature, and the legions of octopuses that have become morose at the sight of these flares deaf and inexpressible. "
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