Arhivă pentru Martie 2010

26
Mar
10

Deployment

I’ll set you up on a table and watch you naked. Your perfect inter-buttock-highway defines an equinox of flesh and joints that soothes the curbs within me.
You smell so good and feel so velvet, my love…

So help me god, I’ll ravish you in the most barbarian way.

Because you look so helpless and I look so queen. You look Christ and I look Petronius.

And, after that, you’ll be taken ill and, in the small white-walled, white-curtained, white-linen-ed resuscitation room, I’ll strip and rape you and then I’ll unplug you.

Photo: Lucia Holm

26
Mar
10

Crave for…

26
Mar
10

Eon

Se pare că…

Pot zbura.
Deşi se pare că-mi părea că ştiu demult,

Iar ţie, perfect conştient de părerile mele
Ţi-a fost teamă să îmi spui ce nu ştiam
Şi m-ai lăsat să mi se pară.
Pentru că nesiguranţa mea îţi părea inocenţă
Iar inocenţa trebuie să umble pe pământ nestingherită de eoni şi păsări.

Sursa foto :Lucia Holm

08
Mar
10

Do me gay things

The glitter, the glam, the backstage cock-sucking, the needle, the oblivion and the vodka, those ill-tempered personae, the allegory of little boys turning out to be the century male whores in prime-time. They sit in sofas, looking dazzlingly careless and sweating Channel fragrance and skunk . They rule the maps and chessboards. They laugh savagely and look cruel as they finger your hopeless vagina. fictitiously. They lure…They fuck.

The glitter, the glam, the main stage sodomites with rattle snake movements in one second, hovering down the rays of the stroboscope in the next one. The magma, the wonderfully-smelling sperm, the secluded sexuality within those sick vagabonds that rock. That fuck.