Elizabeth Bathory, where did you go

[Sepia]

This was where the siren sang our graves, dead tombs piling up by the rocks in the sea, the scent closer to whiskey than to this primordial soup. We'd been hearing their names, we'd been moving and passing along, watching their eyes as they looked at us where we sang in the crowd and illumination culminated from the hard labour of the days before, death told us it understood and we believed it.

Time was dragging its heels, children were being born and more lonely people came by, shadows were ruling and all the kings were mad. Madame Guillotine who married so many men and a few women were rejected in the town of Radiance, Alabama because the ruling powers as well as the men in the streets and the women in their homes and the children, the children sucking the tits that all meant that the old Madame couldn't be introduced again here, in this new world because she had dated too many women.

The cruise ship will sail, will head to warmer climates and different horizons and the captain will look perky, his fondness of eighteen year old girls only surpassed by his desires for threesomes with aforementioned girls and his mother which happened now more often as she walked slowly towards her death nearing the hundreds. After each session, they would have servants to mount the girl on a cage where the captain and his mother would lie beneath in a rubber bed, they themselves caressing each other as their servants drained the girl of blood. There they'd lie, tender and loving showing us all what we can be.

and Love would be what we'd see every day if we had all seen what they had seen in one of those moments, the world would allign to that, passion being used on motivational posters, completely unironic and the world would be gathered in one order as the world now is gathered in several orders

race, sex, sexual orientation, education and social standing

would be annihilated as semantics changed the world

[Cainad (dec.)]

The ending blew me away. Well done.

[Akara]

That was awesome!

[Jenne]

Damn, sepia.  Marry me.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Very fucking good.

[Sepia]

thank you darlings but i'm afraid it's only a rewrite of an old thing I found lying around