Watch out—Earth is being overrun by highly viral octopuses. Watch out! Watch out! WATCH OUT… After the invasion of word-based poetry by *cocottes*, it is the turn of poetry made of images and objects to be infiltrated by a Trojan horse.
After the poetry of words was invaded by paper fortune-tellers, it is now the turn of the poetry of images and objects to be infiltrated by a Trojan horse—or, more precisely, by a Mothership teeming with octopuses possessing a vivid, choreographic semantics.
Clad in a futuristic outfit of breathtaking flexibility and wearing a helmet molded to accommodate brains with extraordinary psychic powers, these extraterrestrial-looking creatures possess a pervasive presence that moves so rapidly it can be glimpsed in two different places at the same instant. Add to that a pair of incredibly adaptable gloves—featuring numerous controls that provide access to various additional special weapons—and you have the perfect space-age capoeira warrior.
The movements of these supple, skintight suits are controlled by AI; they adapt to various planets and take on the shapes of the creatures inhabiting them—withstanding everything from acids and toxic vapors to lightning and crushing pressure. When the creatures emerge from their suits, they enter a large reservoir—apparently their spacecraft—which is essentially a shell with the same capacity as the suits themselves (from which they actually originated). Once inside this mother-shell, the creatures float like octopuses in a gas of constantly shifting colors.
Clad in form-fitting futuristic attire and equipped with truly unique psychic weapons, these six aliens chicks masterfully executed a series of daring intergalactic capoeira moves.
Beware: Earth is being overrun by highly viral octopuses. After being invaded by the spaceships of the Academy of Letters and the orbital stations of the CNL, language shifted from patriarchal semen to the realm of the image—and the clades linked to the primal matrix, a forbidden zone.