Alberto Martini
In the dark labyrinth, I was greeted by a self-moving altar, upon which rested a black book with hieroglyphs made of glowing amber-colored crystal. This is the evil book. The Porno-Horror book. Porn-Hoor. PornoHorrorNomicon. On its open pages lay the purple rose of all tunnels and their lacy minotaurs. The black book whispered to me softly: "Eternal damnation is also eternal life. I will teach you how to turn the curse into ecstasy." Reading is also an event. You cannot read from this book without what is read beginning to come true. It creates what is read from it. I was stunned to discover that the zones of porno and horror dimensions overlap in the places where the midnight dogs howl along the narrow paths that lead from deep ravines to the moonlight.
