uMiCo

so what if the hidden looks are hitting my behind? it's great to have them. I grab them and squeeze them in my fists and I drink the juice with a great love.

then for my private entertainment I let the juice drink me.
dripping...
now I can finally see the skin beneath the surface.

you can be moved by me.

my love... this is the moment of the journey... when you can finally see my tears of the eternal joy.

fAsOpA

what I have is my death upon my breathing air... I love the death-wish because is a coward cunt who needs to be paid from time to time with some light from my retina.

I sweat like a baby's cheek when I see my afterlife in my delicious breakfast milk.

this morning the air was sound and the sound was my skin and we were happy with each other. leaving behind the everyday hill I saw it like a beautiful tight tit waiting to be ignored. I follow its instinct but I threw one of my eye over the shoulder.

the path leaded me into a drunk guy's mouth. of course the environment was dizzy, but I threw out my last eye. my presence has to have something palpable.

rSeV

Cepsy, I had a dream. You were standing in the middle of the road pissing.

A policeman came and started to fart to catch up. You waited for the buzz to poke your head and then... my ear came in. The policeman wished this moment and started to dance with his baton. We got rid of him. And then the piss wave took him away.

What was that vibe?

qAhL

The end of the mind is crucial for everything.
I am bruised because of my experienced thoughts.

A man appeared on my eyelid and winked me to open my eyes into the sun.
Are you mad? I asked. And the man answered by ripping the only eyelid that I had.
No pain occurred and I felt good because the sleep disappeared. What a relief.

I stood quiet... for a while, licking away at the happenings.

mIz

doesn't matter if I am young, intelligent, funny, fat, ugly, hyper-man, newly claustrophobic, willing to experiment my life to create sparkles...

what is important is to be there when you're called or not, mostly not. but if I create the luxury of not being present I deserve to be evaporated.

now I am coming back and I look up and see all the blackness that I drew for all of you. I am picking the best dark and feed you with the most ... nightmare I wanted to have. and you all are trying to cough but your throats are sucking empty air. so all you have to do is to respond at your pain of emptiness.

you will be called to scream for your tormented thoughts.

until then, have a great morning.

oOkPoLd

The storm keeps me in one place apparently with no reason. Its wind is so powerful and heavy pushing my shoulders in four ways. The dog has to come. My eyes are against the wind pulling out my last bit of color. The pain in my body is sweet. The scream from my neck is sweet and mute. All the noises were already assassinated.
The dog has to come. Is it me or the dog?

rUpJid

A beautiful beast ripped my face when I was a child. I couldn't breathe properly and healthy because of the damage.

When I needed a great power to confront a danger the scar transformed me in a great eat-stupid-monsters thing.

Even though I am ugly and hungry I love the dead sky, stoned smiles, the mute birds, the smelly drops of clear water and the humans... sleeping.