Monday, February 8, 2010

The big longing





A( Turkiye/Deutsch) drama.

Phenomenal!

Woo!Just added it to my collection.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

1939

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace;
I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee.
I said his heaven would be only half alive;
and he said mine would be drunk:
I said I should fall asleep in his;
and he said he could not breathe in mine..."
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 24

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Monday, January 18, 2010

Or, this dream we call human life



Best investment this year, so far.....

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

To ere is human

Ah this frivolous posture and screen fix we call life
Can send me diving into a well of wish wash old garments.
My wild over examinations on human concept of interaction,
can send me head first to roast and crack my skull
like the head of a succulent mythical beast.
Who could ever wish to endure such gargantous passion
that implodes and eventually does explode
in your hands, mouth, or teats.

[Scoffs]

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"To ere is human, to forgive divine"

-Alexander Pope

Saturday, January 2, 2010

La vie Parisienne

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I would a bitch too, if I was almost 100 years old and haven't croaked,
but by Jove; You are an amazing accomplished artist.

Long live Louise Bourgeois

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Una Noche: Part Deux

Our story was lost somewhere and we know that..
or much to the effect, I swell to know...
what now?
the tangent of dreams, the soft cool touch of skin
is there more to the taste of me, for men?
Wine stained lips swing and sway some...Memory
Through the daze gardens we dwell in muck
we touch the rain dew leaves, and squint
at the seaming glitter of the birthing sun
and we strip our heavy clothes off....

oh what season, what perfect reason and view for a fuck

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Nocturna

The pressures that soften the cage
soft wells of skin
they sink whilst you sleep
Shape of your structure
the skeletal ardor
corrects the idea of perfection
prefer the status of an idol...
to always love you

As prayers do plead
120 days I ask
a beautiful arch, an invitation
for the arms of the lost
illicit, forbidden

we have our reasons