Peter Parker was walking the streets of Dublin or Toronto.. an odd choice or choice of terminology.. Dublin Toronto.. was the FlQ crisis coming to Toronto as it had to Dublin... were there to be tanks in the streets in toronto.. it was just like a hayspring in the air.. scintillating sparks of speech like champagne bubbles naked breasts.. many nude medusas.. nude medusa was a woman of naked breasts stung a puncture bleeding wound by her serpents.. her serpent hair bit her naked breasts.. nude medusa streets of toronto.. nude medusa was everywhere.. there was so much in toronto that was turned to rock.. rock sculptures.. of buildings.. buildings turned to stone like toppling dominos.. a radio network of thought was nude medusa's hair.. nude medusa's hair was from mars from a telepathic mars.. a radio network of hair which telegraphed thought as voices to her ears.. her hairserpents spoke whispers to her ears in silent prose.. in silent literature.. literature through her hair to her ears.. Peter loved nude medusa he always had.. she was so .. innocent.. so ready to die into another existance.. to die into another monster heaven.. she was ready to be transfigured to myth.. to accept her curse as a blessing.. nude medusa's hair was a media radio skyscraper.. a skyscraper of hair.. a city of hair.. with telepathic nodes of communication.. the lights about peter parker spun in each their quantum orbits of sound.. the sound of lights the silent sound of lights.. of colours.. of colours rendered naked static like naked medusa.. naked static nude medusa her soul transfigured to ice.. her gaze turned perpetually upon herself turning her naked body to naked stone.. her transfiguration into a creature of myth.. the colours and lights of the city were nude medusa's hair.. her hair were strobe lights.. a strobe lantern of city hair.. the tic toc lantern clock time of her hair.. a fire hair lantern.. of time .. a fire time.. fire was time.. flames of time.. the licks of time flamed her lantern heart.. medusa..
.. what was naked athena to matt
murdock .. to peter parker.. to the same man matt peter.. she was the
pregnant daughter of naked medusa.. naked athena was a naked
sculpture.. she was a naked sculpture of war.. war had sculpted her
being.. she had transmitted that war to nude medusa's hair.. making
it war hair.. athena's naked soul was the warrior hair of naked
medusa.. nude athena was the click clock of war.. the tic toc war ..
tic toc octopus war.. many times a war.. many a minute to war .. our
minutes are lives.. as macbeth said.. poor old macghimley.. the
nightingale lament.. the nightingale laments of war.. of nude
athena's eternal war.. a whistling lament of naked athena's naked
body war..
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