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A Contagious Corpse

The misty Bulgarian wilderness can be heard in the howling winds, when the curtains of the night are drawn to an erotic and violent anticipation. Damp and ancient stones are impetuous as the rusted Iron Gate releases the scent of a gothic funeral pyre. So, visit your loved ones and acknowledge those succulent orifices of the earth. I love Lilith, because she is Slavic in her secreted spirituality; and I love her rabid fornications inside those forbidden walls.
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Dec 23, 2013
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