A Greedy and Disgusting Monster was hovering over the magnificent artworks, which stood helpless and defenceless. This horrible creature fed itself on fame and narcissism, always surrounded by a group of faithful servants always ready to welcome any command from their beloved monster.
The infernal creature had several young and idiotic concubines, who were used like lust slaves every time the monster needed to vent his physiological instincts in change of luxury essences, sparkling gems and Lucullan banquets. The Monster didn’t possess any moral compass, and indeed, its only target in its miserable existence was to destroy every magnificent artwork and the great palace of arts.
This Monstrous and Hellish Ghoul was determined to annihilate beauty from the realm of beauty and the sublime. Its putrefied soul was egocentric, cold, calculating, and draped in vanity; the monster weaved desire and dread with every glance, a master of control, seduction, and theatrics.
And among the sighs and moans of her concubines, which were real opportunists and social climbers, the luxury of deluxe perfumes, pricey chocolate boxes, jewels and event invitations at exclusive restaurants It was the monster’s way of subjugating his immature and unhinged mercenary courtesans, who were shamelessly willing to play every luscious game of the monster.
Dust was falling all over the infernal gathering, while precious and inestimable artworks were crumbling to pieces. The Horrible Tyrant was gagging and laughing noisily at the sound of the destruction of the temple of art where every beauty was going to oblivion. Several precious treasures had been stolen by invisible raptor creatures.
Meanwhile….shhhh let’s all hush because the greedy and disgusting monster was busy in its lust encounters in secret alcoves with its reckless harlots….shhhh that’s a secret that not even the art masterpieces of its decaying palace knew because too scandalous….and we know very well that the Horrible Ghoul didn’t want its face in scandalistic newspapers that already didn’t like at all our dear monster.
How many moans of lust in the greatest temple of art……so numerous times….and here comes Slaced Toxic Pie, the mercenary courtesan full of rancid pastries and shallow ostentation, showing off duck lips in front of mirrors and crowds, exhibiting her non-existent literary talents, and proclaiming herself a love pastry queen. Sliced Toxic Pie was filled with egomaniacal and egotistical toxicity, and she was one of the most beloved harlots of the Greedy and Disgusting Monster.
And not!! It’s not finished, Dear Reader, the list of decadent lovers of our Special and Disgusting Monster!!! A bit of patience….and let’s all keep these stories in secrecy!! Here she comes, another concubine…..the sophisticated Smokey Femme Fatal from luxury antiquary shops…she was another beloved harlot of our Tyrant Monster, a real chain smoker proclaiming herself a copycat of vintage actresses and singers, and showing off her massive luxury perfume collection that the Greedy Monster bought for her every single day.
And well….what to say??? In the meantime, the phoney Coffee Pamphlet, a cultural coffee harlot, was ostentatiously boasting her speeches about literary and artistic pearls of wisdom besides a fake feminism. We can see her showing off her legs and body parts to the Monster of Decay and to stunned crowds with the utmost admiration of our cherished Monster of Decadent Arts. Coffee Pamphlet was full of vanity and arrogance as well as Sliced Toxic Pie and Smokey Femme Fatal….their most disarming dependence and submission to the Greedy and Disgusting Monster was indisputable!
Indeed who could compete with Sliced Toxic Pie, Smokey Femme Fatal and Coffee Pamphlet??? No one! Literally no one! Why?? Well, Dear Reader, their artistic and sophisticated manner of showing off was unique and rotten….Pay Attention Reader!! Sliced Toxic Pie got a pricey several chocolate box, a necklace, exclusive tea blends and porcelain sets, while her beloved Greedy Monster was taking her out to lunches and dinners in not too much exclusive places to gulp down food while talking of their common ideas about the definite destruction of the Greatest Temple of Arts, laughing like vulgar and hellish creatures with their mouths full of putrescent flesh and rot. A true eulogy to the obliteration of beauty!
And what about Smokey Femme Fatal fresh from her luxury antiquary shop where she proclaims herself the elite intellectual with no diploma or degree….(shhh…let’s hush because the Greedy Monster had put her in that antiquary shop after many encounters of lust and intimate lust effusions in vicious alcoves of pleasures)…Well, what to say? Every single day, Smokey Femme Fatal received a copious collection of extremely pricey perfumes from Haute Couture Brands from our Greedy and Disgusting Monster. This mercenary harlot was receiving precious gifts while getting laid with the Monster in casual and sophisticated beds.
And now Coffee Pamphlet is there dispensing literary advice in a bikini while skirting the private pool of our beloved Monster’s villa. Euphoria in her face painted with red lips and winking glances, and meanwhile, his Monster was drooling with pleasure while watching one of the videos from his beloved Coffee Pamphlet. And the Greatest Temple of Arts had become a powder keg where it was no longer possible to distinguish the difference between the Mona Lisa and the Great Sphinx of Tanis….to the extreme dismay of the entire country and worldwide spectators.
Elisabetta Esther