Gastrimaraia

G L U T T O N Y

"Ecce oportet ut vitas; non vivere ut edos."

Indulge in the company of those whom company spectres. In conquest for Erotic City where myth whispers of its azul nectar. Trumpets loud and their cacophony divine; behold and Lo, there casts no bone nor ethereal tone so gained in this place; this Internea, voracious lacuna, receives my joy and my peril, all. From within the Gran Verma, Great Worm Kerberos, bane of all Gluttons, catastrophe befalls - unto us who are cursed to feed on gastric mayhem from its intestines and everything which that it ate as our punishment. Whereso’er malevolent, or saintly, or bloodline confides, is lost to an everlasting storm of mercurial demon Ichor labored by Promethean moods made from digestive waves, mercilessly drowned in golden typhoons. Rage and excess are appropriated, free to inflict their roiling cystae in immensity - down to the core, light and air allowed no more. Behold, and beware the fate of the uncured, or forever engorge on the obscured.