The sculptor & the noise

 





Obsessed, obliterated, like bewitched, Apèles observed a deformed bolus of metal that fell from the glass of the skyes the night before.


It was a meteor, it fell from the cosma, from nowhere, from the big universal anus
it fell close to his house of wood.

Apèles lived in a house of wood, in his pluvious region of Colophon (the sculptors in the ancient Greece lived in houses of wood in pluvious regions, or in courts of kings).


In the night, he heard the bolide crash against the ovoid Earth

in the milky night sky, pregnant of stars

he heard it while he was in his bed

he could hear the impact, because the celestial aerolite fell very close to his house (113 English yards).

The sound of the blue and metallic bola hitting on the combed and benighted prairie was as muffled and intense, as the fall of an elephant on söft grass of summer, in Pakistan.


And still there were elephants in Greece and the isles in those times, of the 8th century BC, the last elephants of Ëürope, which would be massacred and eaten by the men of the land, after the great famine of 601 BC.


Early in the morning, then, at 5:55 AM, when the cranes started singing from the humid branches of the quebrachos, and the bichofeos molested and parloteated from the echoing forest, Apèles visited the fallen ball of metal, which was at 113 English yards of his house of wood.


It was a blue ball of an unidentified metalloid, a real pelota de metal, probably poisonous:

Apèles usually listened to the materials before sculpting, because he was insane

and he heard, what the meteorite had to say

heard

he heard, heard...




A revelation crossed hys hallucinated mind, like the visible flash of lyght that accompanies the storms and the rain: the blue projectyle was given to him, in order to honour the Olympian gods


the noises coming from the spherical metalloid increased the volume, though he was the only one who could hear it

from the immense trees, as tall as John Wayne, the cranes smiled horribly, like mothers.



Considering the fall of the blue bolide like a portent, Apèles, in his un-sane mind, decided to carve it in the shape of Aphrodyte, the Olympic and elastic goddess of sex and oblivion.


It was a hot August morning, like this one

the arrayanes cracked and crunched under the rising ardor of Apollo

Apèles started sculpting the blue meteor in the shape of the goddess of love at feverish speed.

Fat drops of sweat were running through his forehead, down toward his cheekbones in the canicular Greek morning, while he held the chisel and the hammer, noble tools of his profession.


Deafening the noise was

the noises coming from the carved meteorite

deafening and maddening sounds of mystery and horror, which pushed Apèles to end his oeuvre at hygh speed

fortunately the metal was soft enough to be sculpted, humanized.




The morning was burning over the prairies of Colophon, the cranes escaped flying toward the putrid laguna, to swim and fornicate, to patalear


Apèles sweated too much in his demented task
to avoid the dehydration he drinked yerba matè constantly, while moved his hands nervously around the blüë ball of metal, which progressively acquired the form of a martial woman with erected penis.

It was his sick masterpiece, Aphrodyta Virile, a figure endowed with both sexes, with both.



The infernal noise that led Apèles in his febrile work, succumbed suddenly into a sepulchral silence when the last master stroke of the chisel shook the trembling metalloid: 

no, no! Es imposible!

Suddenly Apèles found himself in the middle of the ugly morning, under the gyration of the Universe: the nonsensical statue was done...and with the last stroke of chisel, it acquired life itself, it was alive.


A deformed and oversexed Venus, with a fat cock, cunt and two balls as big as apples.

It was a circumcized Aphrodyte, something unseen and un-normal, and she moved her eyes now: an animated statue, a demonic miracle.


Tranced in erotomania, Apèles started sucking her hot and circumcized cock, and caressing her big and round balls

Aphrodyte cummed in his face a massive discharge of milk, which reinforced the sexual furore of Apèles, who fucked her vaginally, almost raping her, with pulsatile and rhythmical sway, sliding his dick into the humyd twat of the goddess that himself created.

Right before the orgasm, he took his cock out of the vagina, and cummed on the rounded areolas of the sexual entity, created to fuck.

 









Never was known more about this fable, or myth, never

because, as the Greek myths, many times, ended brusquely and without an explanatyon, so here happens the same

here happens so, too, or as someone sung in that musicassette Dolby HQ-pRO that I once heard: the goal is not in the end: the goal is in the traject.


Because Apèles was dreaming, and nobody cared about him
not even the bichofeos of the dawn.








It was said that, completely bewildered and raving for the noises of the things, that talked to him, he jumped from a cliff into the vinous ocean.







At night, the witches of Arcadia found the statue in the middle of the prairie, and masturbated with its cock, to celebrate diabolical Akelarre, penetrated by the metallic figure and its big phallus, under a screaming moon-red blood.

Blood red-moon

roja como la sangre.