Paysage de juments: Electra and the Erinyes

Now listen, in this terminal and horrific night.

This night.

























The blood of Clytemnestra, your mother, it's in your hands

partner in the cryme, and homicidal, you are

s-stained in red, the hands that cannot be washed, homicidal, homicidal..!







This sublunar pendulum glows over the 3 Goddesses of Vengeance: 
the restless, the avenger, the jealous

the manganese of the night, Nyx, smells like Moira of erect and white hairs for the prinsess

did you know that strange whispers harass her from the dark of Skotos?







The tall woman all dressed in azul roams under the gelidity of Gemini, surrounded by Greek vampires and Mandinga: 

in sudden attack of dementia, she tries to pull up her own eyes off the orbits with her fingers: 

a galvanic angel hinders the lacteal hand of Elektre, and leads her in futurition toward the oracle, which is among the rotting hyacinths:





like a machinal automaton or a steel prophet, the blue mirror of the pythoness shows her how Nemesis claims for her tender blood.




Diapositive II)

...Sail away, sail, sail by the cold Aegean sea, sail across the arid islands to escape from the Furies.


On the ardent plateaux the Egipans fornicate with the deviant daughters of the land: Elektre throws thyme at them, and covers her face with olive oil.
After the solar fall, the nomenclature of the blue sea shall arouse madness in the prinsess, under a night|sky of stars, which shine, cybernetic monstrosities.


In the white mornings the sex of our Elektre flows in menstruum
she yearns for a lad to suck with delicacy her vaginal emission, to the orgasm
she is burning, and wanks with gently tenderness, and doesn't know why: 

later, the morning is yellow and hot, and it comes through the lacey curtains:
Psyché, tranced in mercy, takes the insane mind of prinsess Elektre to the soft sueño.



As Elektre falls asleep exhausted of pleasure, Podargé, the harpy is presence in the room 
the huge-pink wings of the monster smell like acetone and pears: 

she brings the whïte wuthering and defecates immondices on the menses.



I heard that from the platinum houses of Olympus still can be heard the echoes of the human dramas. 

Distant.










































Electra in the yellow shadows.