Thursday, September 14, 2017
Chapter 14 of "Wonder Woman" a novel written by Hanno Ridal Raudsepp.. writing as.. William Marston.. junior..?... the Barbara Minerva and Superwoman chapter...
Barbara Minerva had longed for the ancient heights of Quezcoacoatl.. if that was her apt mispronunciation of that ancient civilization.. what was it.. Quezkocoatl.. QuezcoKoatl.. Queskartaga... what was the name of that ancient Civilization from which the Superwoman hearkened.. the ancient Superwoman.. that most ancient of Goddesses... a goddess of mountains.. a goddess made of the flesh and blood substance of the roots of mountains.. of the root berries of mountains.. she had blond, shaggy hair she the Superwoman of ancient .. Quezkartaga..?.. did.. she was tall and had adroit, charming, malicious facial features... a malevolent smile, she the Superwoman had... and a gentle, kindly, maternal soul.. she the Superwoman had as well.... the Superwoman had a gentle womb soul.. the soul of a true mother eternal teh Superwoman with a joyful malicious smile had.. and this Superwoman was Barbara Minerva's bane notorious pledge to another realm.. a realm of solid stone and flesh.. the solid soul of flesh and stone and volcanic rock that Barbara Minerva aimed to reconfigure, transfigure herself corporeally and spiritually into.. as if she Barbara Minerva could transform her flesh into the very substance of soul and merry wine vinegarette champagne red wine soul the very substance of her flesh turned into the very substance of red wine soul that would trickle like blood out of a wounded stone.. she her soul blood flesh essence Barbara Minerva's was the watery red stuff that trickled out of a wounded stone.. and she also felt herself dualistically this wounded stone as well... she felt such FATIGUE drip out of her slowly like aching, oozing blood this fatigue would drip out of her out of Barbara Minerva... and it would be by going to the Amazon in a place she believed was in the tribal lowlands of.. Central America..?.. was the Amazon in Central America..?.. their she would find her precious, beloved Quezkartaga.. and transfigure herself her flesh and blood into the very stuff of soul baked soul clay organic volcanic as molten dew... as molten dew...
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