At the Mountains of Madness

It's six stars or four, I don't know. It was just the last page, and I realized how bad I wanted them to kiss, suck, lick the dead creatures of nightmares, and they were all covered by cherry waves and aurora borealis, scarlet like scars. I would like an even more swallowing, almost erotic fusion. On the last page, I wanted to turn everything around and turn scientists into girls, who will bring a glossy black colour, an autopsy. I heard the kissing sounds of blind tall penguins and white monkeys. I was just dreaming, what is needed for the peak of madness? My cells can't feed. This desire from deep place where the liquid pearl of the writing human mind leaked, clung and filled the very edge of cutout. And it has changed and inflamed me so much, and I want more, to go, beyond the golden edge of cup