Dizzying with No Breaks

Opening Chap working on, for novel called Subliterate Swoons and A Side of Dead.

Epiphanies, haunt LuLu LeSuere. Taunt, with bids for transfiguration. 

Gloom exhumes, perfumes. 

Darkness shines into her heart entangled in the mystery and the malaise of loneliness and time. Desire and anguish burn visible. Hope and death can hear themselves tearing it open. Restless, unlimiting.

Unlimiting whirls of glory ? Vexes of desire duty homelessness (of the heart). Rape of money and war, sweetness of hunger and prey of sex. 

A languish seduced into portals, beyond the bane and nemesis of here and now.

Her skin itself hearing it. Hearing hungry shadows pattering bang bang bang against all sides of time and seeming.

LuLu tips into it thirsty, for gloamings, restless sullen exultant. Angelic forms roam with ferocity and preciosity, sylphic and strung out on what gives: love death madness, its sacred bone. Its deadly beauty. Its monstrous graces. Like naked angels aloft on a fiery dome, pissing down on her head.

Beauty as fate, beauty as hate. Beauty as banishment. All turns into an elevation, a fallen restless grace. Sucking her in, stacking and stalking at limits for dire traces of freedom.

Endless variations arising rainbow like, swells of ancient floods, scaling for fallen beauty sacrificially suspensed. Haunted, hunted, plagued with beauty, a love that is endless. 

A nightmare alley, hopelessly setting itself free. Elevating time to an exquisite and lurid curse of fallen graces, illumination of a divine innocence / inescapability. Raising extensions, dualities exploding. Verging on the hopelessness of the grotesque. Bluff and aswash with occulting light, LuLu’s boundless fascination.