tPeM

Again the floor talked when I moved in my night dream.

I get this feeling that is necessary to dive. It's a damn floor, but it doesn't matter in that darkness and in that bizzare night. So I move back to see myself, to see if I'm capable. The moment I move my other me, he looks right back at me and swallows every bit... I woke up here keyboarding this.

the mud from our mouths

after Razor... I kept wandering... why the madness? well, because I have to sketch it for yOu.

SeSiSe

A couple just came out of a theater.
She is supple, well dressed, the face is livid, but the features are beautiful. She is always trying to cover this problem with a lot of makeup, but with no results.
He is dressed in the latest trend, but he doesn’t care. He is rich, too rich, that is why is so superficial and arrogant with her.
They just saw a premiere.
She is very excited and the pleasure can be seen in her eyes because of the new play. He couldn’t care less and did it just to tick it off his list this, despite of her happiness.
- Darling, can you believe that scene with flowers? She asks joyfully.
- What scene? He looks around to call a taxi. Let’s go home. I don’t want to stick around any longer.
- Would you like to take a walk? It’s a wonderful night. She purrs like a cat.
- Yeah, sure. Ten steps later you will complain about your heels and beg for that taxi.
- No, I promise I won’t complain. She gives him a seductive smile.
- Ok, but let’s get away from here.
They start walking hand in hand, she is smiling and he is dead serious with a straight ahead look.
- Oh look, we are close. Let’s check out the shop window. She says anxious.
- You always trick me into buying …
- But, but it has vintage sleeves. Meanwhile she drags him to across the street.
- There is not a chance to be opened at this hour.
- But no, believe me it’s open and they even have a promotion.
Now they can see the shop.
- There it is. The most lighted one. She has no more patience and runs off. She stops. Finally her face takes some color, because of the excitement.
Wow, fantastic. And starts clapping.
Just seconds later he is standing next to her. Looking up now he is stunned.
- Baby, this is awesome. You are right, I admit it, I love it. Even the face is gorgeous.
- Don’t you agree that the price is fair?
They enter the shop to buy a corpse that is dressed real chic.
Price tag: 5.000 dollars.

sKLim

I have a Devil under my bed.

Every time, as the sleep gets here, we play ignorance. Every time he has something for me. I never manage to learn what it is.

While I’m asleep he keeps on notching deep tokens on my retina, doesn’t allow me to talk to myself or settle down amidst my stars.

There are moments when I miss him therefore He is bored with me. I want to make Him notice me so I start vacuuming or I lay down in one of the corners of my room and I attack him with balls made of bread that I baked in my own great bread maker.

He’s body language suggests tiredness, comfort, flunkeyism, meekness desire, human filth and the rest of the best in me. Every morning I have to go and do the work at nation’s request. Same hours, same routine, then I try exchanging body fluids with the same women. Everything I do is for my Devil under the bed.

I want to hold hands with my devil and run to the French Riviera, on the most beautiful beaches, to drink lots of rosé, to tuck in some matching His eyes Roquefort cheese, staring in each others mouths, singing the most wonderful songs about the afterlife only the two of us know.

I have a problem though. I cannot take Him out. He’s too dark for people’s eyes.

It is night again. I am going home anxious to see Him. I hope He is in the mood to acknowledge me. As soon as I step in my house I feel a scent that has never been there before. The scent becomes acid on walls as I draw closer to the bedroom.

I open the door and my Devil is working on the darkness under my bed. He is incredibly cute. I tip toe next to Him because I want to see His hands at work. I envy His serenity while working. I knee next to the bed. He senses that and turns towards me. I pull back on my knees to make Him crawl out. As He gets closer to me the entire floor is swallowed by darkness, the scent carries me beyond my senses, He widely opens his mouth and His violet split tongue falls down. Suddenly I start singing Him the most delicate lullaby while beginning to chew on His tongue until I suck Him all in like a noodle.

Worry less I can step down the stairs of darkness built by my own Devil.

F u C k N e S s

I missed my wind… just because I overslept. Dreaming is not the solution.
The direction is fake.
How can I be straight when I’m a floor?
The straightness is falling.
When I am there I can mutely scream my lungs out for their screaming to happiness. What a FuCkNeSs.
Because I am able to assassinate. I want more. Not more, but bodies. More … more of me in me.
There is a limit set up just for me.

I can and can’t allow this title.

ssssssssssss

this thing is like the best glue. the great music...
where is it come from? what is the real purpose? how is possible to cry like a hurt baby?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJCTrolF3CY&feature=related