three friends will lose themselves in a forest not to be parted by death but by annihilation one falls down into oblivion one longs to catch a new breath as the third one rummages the bookshelves to gather the story and find what they lost in the forest of memories preserved by frost.
december rings the bell of forgotten habits for when darkness arises as the moon sits a legend from ancient lore echoes like a silent roar that from the shadow will appear a soft glow of a new battle to be fought as fate will be wrought a flow of liquor fills up the lakes andContinue reading “doctor limbo”
[we’re in the womb of the same mother Sheltered in the guts of the goddess of pleasure but really I’m just with myself listening to the whispers of my mind feeling them like hot steam of my breath they fade away drooling on my spine i discover nervous connections this is just me now inContinue reading “[nightwood [encore]]”
“nothing we do is completely out of sense. everything tends to be intentional. but we don’t often accept the reality. that our mind is able to conjure up ideas so impure and unconventional.” [what the fuck is love?? is it permission? is it allowing yourself to get stabbed? twisted and tied like a vine bloodContinue reading “[best laid plans]”
Flawed mind, Shifty brain, Empty heart, Longing to be throbbing. Curious hands, Moving, Touching, Sliding. Warm tongue, Wet fingers. Drenched soul, Dizzy and dripping. I quiver. I quiver.
a land of trivial stories Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection Of my silhouetteContinue reading “the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)”