Songs Of Maldoror 【5000+ TRUSTED】

Let the dogs bark at the moon until their tongues hang like limp rags of red velvet; let them tear each other into "thousands of pieces" in a frenzy of infinite thirst. I shall join them. I shall take the beak of a giant vulture and stitch it to my face so that I may better appreciate the stench of the "lumpy blennorrhagic pus" that constitutes the soul of the Creator.

I have seen the female shark in the wake of the shipwreck, her fins cutting the water like a guillotine through silk, and I have found in her the only embrace that does not taste of betrayal. We shall couple beneath the foam, a union of scales and scars, while the stars above—those "hypocritical eyes" of the firmament—watch in frozen horror. Songs of Maldoror

I greet you, O vast and indifferent Ocean—not because you are beautiful, for beauty is a lie told by the weak, but because you are a boiling cauldron of salt and silence. You swallow the armadas of men as easily as a toad gulps a fly, and in your "aquatic entrails," the fish laugh at the drowning sailors who once claimed to be your masters. Let the dogs bark at the moon until