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Bien trop de traques, zen chargé d'effluves âcres, pour se remettre ce qui en a forcé le goût. Mes saisons longues comme leurs jours, à cavaler prunelles éteintes. D’hallalis en curées, flamme parasite d’un corps fantoche. Sans la moindre véhémence ni maligne joie envers la bête exsangue qui se traîne et se vide. Mais tenu en laisse par l'enivrant remugle qui s'émane de sa tripaille encore fumante : ma perpétuelle jouvence.
Too many trackings, nose full of acrid scents, to remember what had forced their taste. My seasons long as their days, hounding with lifeless pupils. From death-halloos to curées, parasitic flame of a figurehead body. Without an ounce of vehemence nor malignant joy towards the bloodless beast that crawls and bleeds out. But kept on a leash by the exhilarating stench that emanates from its still-smoking innards : my perpetual fountain of youth.