Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute, Because what might look like a cliche is necessity and truth!!! Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the cowl of jute, Because by transforming himself he might be saving me and you. Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute, Because what might look like a cliche is necessity... and truth!!!
After he was released again, A trans/bisexual vampyre-demon Was crawling after him out of the same box. The same box... Though this demon-creature should have been dissolved, Instead he had just split himself in two halves, Dark-red, fat and swollen like a leech... Like a leech... It surely must have been feasting on the poor man While they were both locked inside the wall. It surely must have been feasting on the poor man While they were both locked inside the wall.
On the right side of me: a magician hissingly exhales, Directing his breath on a spongy, spherical thing; A plexus which, as a direct reaction to it, Is covered by thin, electric flashes, or discharges of blue light.
Unexpectedly my hands are beginning to twitch and flash as well, And I have to realise that I am still dirty and soiled, Possessed by certain things undissolved, As it is they who now react to the formula of exorcism!
In awe and terror I recognize that such rituals of power, invocations of archetypes Must only be performed by the truly initiated, experienced magicians all alone. Not by some superficial silly loser/girl-boy, a mere artist of hottest-air...
Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute, Because what might look like a cliche is necessity and truth!!! Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the cowl of jute, Because by transforming himself he might be saving me and you. Do not make stupid jokes about the old man in the gown of jute, Because what might look like a cliche is necessity and... truth!!!