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"Allons enfants de la Patrie,


Le jour de sodomie est arrivé!"

In the forests of France a castle stands

Far away from plebeian eyes and hands

It’s here we find a cast of debauchers

And an entourage of their sexual partners

“Day 1:

So, here we are, imprisoned in this cell

Time stagnates not with these stories to tell”

Exposition to follow:

Passions,

Inhibitions,

Libidinous domination.

To scorn the dogmas of Christians through

Hedonism and Nymphomania,

Satyriasis, and Debauchery.

Nothing is sacred nor sacrilege

In the manners of our Libertine heritage

Futile suffering

Licentious and lustful for carnal fulfillment

Easy prey for sexual satisfaction

Aberrant paraphilia, sans panoptic condemnation

Zeals for ejaculation through perversions

Even tears cannot dilute the secretions

“Il fait chaud — no cold, no cold

My lust aflame, I can’t control

Il fait chaud — not cold, not cold

My loins ablaze'll penetrate thy soul”

Red wine like menstruation flow

Detached from noble “purity” (expectations)

Libertine prurience as anthropomorphic manifestation

Inebriate with pleasures

Fantasies dictated, then enacted

Scantily clad as a volitional affront to God

Phallus-scribed tales of pain and pleasure

120 days … yet seemingly ending never.