One Holy Harlot spake unto me: Bicha muitas! O! Bicho's vai pegar! Erva doce of kine's ascariases - les hommes pauvres! Amar - See, lacks. Se apaixonar - Feel, doesn't. These are Vagrant Truth's. Factitius of Maria's!

En rêve: I met her in Trepidation's Cidade Maravilhosa. Not a muito caseira: what boorish slut'd pudgy-up for Wanga? She danced as my skin vibrated; كطفل markedly awestruck. Majestically shimmering 'neath Heaven's Astral Houses, she wore a scintillating تاج adorned with LVX. As Xango, All's Electric. My Lady cont'd: You were half the Man a Boy used to be! Quem tem espiritualidades pode matança! Thrice All: be Virgo!

Duality's Whore: two halved Whole's wrought by Harmony's Celestial Tongue, spiting the preternatural frequency confided in me (Above), tried to bind me to them. A Primal Madonna wet my eyes, whispering: Come unto me! Her twin, लिङ्गं warmth's lustre, O! glowing शक्ति, wordlessly preyed upon my Psyche with a rapacious animality, calling: Come into me!