He would only make love
to me when a maddened throng was pouring through the streets aroused to
blazing hatred like a hundred-headed monster fixed upon death to the
enemy. The ecstasy of war released all of his sexual restraints and
extraordinary
bodily fluids. Bullfights and duels were titillating; but a pluralistic surrounding of warriors engaged in visceral hand to hand combat, with its multi-maimings and boomerang butcherings, was a conflagration that finally set his heart on the same path w
ith his flooded tower.
I PERPETUALLY ACCOMPANIED HIM TO THE TRENCHES.
ON TO
FATE
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