Agathocles teacher of the Daimons, didacta

Damn, will you look at the sophist and musicologist standing over the rocky eminence, once for all?
Look at him, because it's the last time you'll see Agathocles teacher of the Daimons, didacta, before his chthonic descent and algebraic reappearance.

At first sight, and under the unambiguous light of the white sun, his toes looked greasy to me, barely hidden by his sandals of rafia, and all things considered, and despite my obnubilated eyes blinked nervous and repeatedly under the solar ardor of Thessaly, I could note the enigmitic company that surrounded his head like the nimbus or corona magnifica of Abraham Judaic in the Heaven of the night, and the halo were his Daimons, forming a multicolor volant radiator or annulus around the head of Agathocles didacta, who didn't pay attention to them, abstracted in his own considerations and mental trigonometries.
And all things considered.

As you can see, and same as most men from the Classical Antiquity, Agathocles homiletic uses his beard as visual adjacency to his un-pompous vocal pedantry

pedantry in the antique sense, of course, because he uses the paidagogia to instruct his Daimons who, reunited in symposia float around him, and simply listen to the words of Agathocles, and they listen enraptured, with honey in their eyes

and they call Agathocles "The Mouth of Platinum". And they are Daimons, furibund gentes from the abysm.

Darn, you didn't look at the sophist and musicologist standing over the rocky eminence and he just jumped off his cliff and burst his cranium on a pentangular headstone or mesa, with all his brains exposed while the Daimons escaped scared off toward their subterranean encrypted Pandemonia.

Heck, fuck, diantres, dash, gosh, pardieu, maldición!


At second sight, and under the unambiguous light of the white sun, his rictus started re-acquiring the rosy tepidness of the vida? It was possible?:
Gradually or in a rush Agathocles teacher of the Daimons, didacta, he starts coming back to life as his brains return to his skull which gets stitched and solidified by means of energumenology while his revivified mouth of metal starts talking in foreign and dead languages like the.



And all this despropósito occurs in demented synchrony with this actualité of ours.






Later - at the hour of the funeral games to honor Automedon where the ephebes suck grapes and anoint their anuses with sugar, cohort of parricidal Demonios are gonna carry Agathocles in litter toward the gates of Corynth - and its streets infested with lions.