Wards Ap Bio Lab 5 Guide

Magic - III

Alpha and Omega - Edvard Munch

Act III


There. We were at the gates of hell!

hell of a man who sought to unravel the mysteries of the human soul, to penetrate the mysteries of his soul and his madness.
Edvard Munch.
He invited us to enter his den, to discover its hallucinatory visions, dreams and ghosts haunting.
And we followed him with hesitation and respect first, then a bit of his madness we won and we kissed passionately before his "kiss", passing by a natural mimic the pose given by the table.

an aside: this kiss that reminded us that the day we gave long and passionate, both naked, standing before the open window of our room hotel, watched a bit disbelief of a man the window of the building facing us.
We stared for several minutes. I was amused to remark that the L who told me, a little mischievous, they can not see as far as he was yet less than ten meters.
I ultimately wanted to greet him a little wave of the hand to which he answered briefly, a slight smile, looking a little embarrassed, maybe its voyeurism or perhaps thought I, of excitement that we could not yet see.

Further, we caressâmes to the visions of women or couples that we proposed, rising in his house as well as in his head.

We MUMS before the terror of his jealousy, a feeling that we refuse the right of way, feeling the cruel pincers.



Finally, we invoquâmes all the unspeakable, the Alpha and the Omega, the mystery of human destiny, survival of the species, the reproductive instinct.
But this was exposed in a confusing mess ... coupling of two people, then three, four ... in a sort of union with nature cons yet protagonists of animals of creation.
We were in the room tale Munch ALFA OMEGA GL.
Our host invited us to follow him into strange alliances and strange but poignant poetry as this work shows an alarming affection affectionately as Omega seduces a donkey, having given a tiger, a bear, a snake, a pig in the mud, and who knows what else ...


Surrounded by many reminders of this theater bewitched, instead of impossible achievements, bathed in the magic of the place, our bodies, our hands, Our mouths found again.

A little later, the artist tried his hand with touching awkwardness, the Enlightenment Brothers magic box, and sitting on a bench, lit by flickering images of a distant past, this was an opportunity to my hands to remove some sections of tissue and to awaken some emotions through gentle caresses and intimate. We

ressortîmes of this place, somewhat stunned, surprised to tread the streets of Paris heated by the midday sun, rich mysteries that we were not disclosed so far as we are sure to have seen any at this time the magnitude and beauty, their strangeness as we scored again.

The result of our meetings was not completed. We could sail to new adventures ...