Thursday, April 28

it is always the same question coming back to me time after time, what do you do afterwards? What the hell do you do after? After you have finished drinking the cherry juice BANG BANG BANG after you are done with sewing, sleeping, cooking, BANG BANG after you have finished writing up, playing games, drawing your penis on the wall, when you are done with all the passé perceptions of things, when you are done solving the problem, the fucking problem, what's wrong with you BANG BANG that is the only problem, what do you do after you are done loving, done fucking loving the one person you love
come on George, just say it, just admit the fucking thing, admit it, you are not who you say you are, you are a phoney, just a translation of something else, you are a fraudulent, dishonest, cheating man. Just admit to it, the origin of your fucking name and then come back and report to me.

Lying down in the sight of your painting, touching the face of someone I have never met, I wonder: Is this time now, when I know where to park my bicycle, which roads to avoid, when I walk and I know where I am going, when I know where to buy red tomatoes, radicchio and vine leaves.

Wednesday, April 27

How long could you stay away from my round genitals, my perfectly shaped like a circle fallopian tubes my hairy scurry disgusting labium; a slight sigh hanging from your collar. You take off your socks because you want to, because you have eaten too much and I fall asleep in the middle of the night. How dare you, how dare you hang your excrement from your ass, how dare you fall asleep in the same way that I did, in the same way that my dad inserted a scarf inside his pants in the summer time.

Your beautiful round bottom is full of nonsense tonight. Yesterday I was someone else yes you know that you have seen it before I have seen it before so many times. An afternoon and then BAM BAM BAM I am dead I have shot my self without noticing while taking breakfast in the seaside. Somewhere between you and me I will find the truth. I will walk, it won't take long. And I will let you know, because I am not selfish, I will let you know how it all happened in a BAM BAM BAM and I am dead I shot my self without noticing while having lunch in the seaside. Somewhere between you and me I will walk or take a taxi. Once I know for sure I will text or maybe call (always an excuse to listen to your beautiful voice) and let you know, because, you know already, I hope, I am not a selfish person, just slightly scared in case I get there first.
βρέθηκα ξανά στο λιβάδι με τους αχαλίνωτους έρωτες, όπου οι κότες δεν πονούν όταν τις σφάζεις και η καρδιά μου θα είναι η τελευταία στιγμή που ονειροβατώ χωρίς εσένα προς τα εσένα με αγάπη

Tuesday, April 26

Just cut me in two, one, two, this is the number, just cut my waist, oh such a waste, such a wonderful, dearsome waste, darling. You enter the room, semi naked, like a semi detached house, like the waste you never had or never will have again. What are you drinking darling, what are you drinking, without looking back, just in case you might turn into a pillar of salt for the sweet and sour soup and water. Youyouyou just need to cut me in two and take the two and stick it back together. You are there, one two three you are somehow there, wanting more. Although bloody and boring, you always want more. I thought that would be scary, this number of yours with the hooks on your forehead, the bloody hooks.

You have something inside your eye, you say, or this is so that we come closer.
one, two, three, that is a number, that is a numbery number to count, that is my fucking circus number, ladies and gentlemen, that is ME DOING IT for you, darling. One, two, three, that is the fucking opening number, where I fuck my pillow case until it burns, until you can cook oat on it and baked beans and green peas. I wonder how long that might take, should I add some salt.

You wanted this, you wanted this baby. You wanted a fucking opening number, here it is, then, here it is: ONE TWO THREE, one two, three or four or five or fibre, or fire, fire, yes, baby, that's it, that's where I AM, as you say, I am here, talking to you, talking to your first and foremost fucking number.
I wonder whether you mind this. Whether you mind me sharing your curls with the world. But THERE IS NO WORLD without your curls darling, there is no fucking world to sleep in or dream of. I forgot to say this: I forgot to say: Voila, ladies and gentlemen, my little parcel, my tiny tiny parcel, which hops and parades, looking for you, longing for you, burning for you. Shall I open it, shall I open it, ladies and gentlemen. NO, no, better at home.

This is this now, the number with the flames, as you wanted it to. I will be careful not to burn your golden curls though, not to look at my phone all the time, till I hear from you. I will try to stay still, turn the flame love on and hope for the best. Don't you worry, I have grown familiar to what this is. To the way I should not get attached to you. To you holding me and me pretending it never happened. But please, don't take those curls away.

You know the aubergine soup is too soupy, too watery, and of course you know why this is. Because, of course, if your curls catch fire, I will call the police, the emergency hospital, the NHS direct, I will call them to come and tear your burnt curls and give them to me, as a memento, a gift for me, for when you are gone.

But of course, I do not wish for all this to happen. I wish for your curls to remain intact. So, I will just train hard and perform my number when I know exactly what is going on, when I know that you may stay.
so this is it, I have to do it now, I have to tell you where it all comes from, why my hair is constantly falling inside the aubergine soup, why I cannot make any sounds any more. But you know already, I 've tried so not to give in. Inside my ears there is a small ball of hair waiting for you, have you touched part of my sweet little hair, my summer drop, have you even looked at it properly yet. This is the night of the cockring master, the amazing cockring master. I will draw you on the cockbook and keep you forever.

Monday, April 18

holy ass or a valediction to your asshole

this is a miracle 2000000 euros and 3000000euros this is a miracle, no wonder I am 94 and still here investing in your ass your eyes your tale your beautiful fingertips, you take off your socks because you do not think they are sexy. Let me tell you something, there is NOTHING about you that is NOT sexy, not even your shit, your farting, your dirty fingernails touching my big oh so big birthday present

I have to brush my hair now I urgently need to brush my hair and I speak and speak on my own in this beautiful voice of mine and I hurt everywhere because I cannot touch your round ass anymore because you are miles away and you are untouchable dear, you are sacred your holy ass will never say goodbye I cannot say anything like this now I am just drinking touching the postcard you gave me clearing my throat for my big speech, my valediction to your asshole dear sweet miracle

it is late now I am drinking slowly the free water you are full on fire I am brushing my hair and I am ready to take myself an order I will order something that costs too little, I have to listen to myself first you say noone noone will take that from me
this is a miracle 2000000 euros and 3000000euros this is a miracle, no wonder I am 94 and still here investing in your ass your eyes your tale your beautiful fingertips, you take off your socks because you do not think they are sexy. Let me tell you something, there is NOTHING about you that is NOT sexy, not even your shit, your farting, your dirty fingernails touching my big oh so big birthday present

Monday, April 11

βαζεις το χερι σου εκει που ξερεις ναι ναι εκει που ξερεις μμμμ μμμμ το χερι σου κανει μμμμ μμμμ
μου χαιδευεις τα μαλλια για αποπροσανατολισμο αχχααα αχαααα
με ξεβρακωνεις παραπαμ
μου χαιδευεις τα μαλλια αχααα αχααα
με ξεβρακωνεισ παραπαμ
βαζεις το χερι σου εκει που ξερεις μμμμ μμμμ
με ξεβρακωνεις παραπαμ
μου χαιδευεις τα μαλλια αχχαα

με αποσπας με ξεπερνας με προδιαθετεις
παραμαουντ παραμαουντ

με ξεψιριζεις με πονας
αουτς αουτς
how to do this now how to surrender to the unknown hands of yours how to admit my defeat without surrendering. I will do it in my own time in my own language. thank you.

doggy

my little doggy dog chews its hair every time a passer by caresses it. My little doggy dog chokes with its hair every time a passer by caresses it. My little doggy dog dies with its hair every time a passer by caresses it. Spit it out boy, spit it out.

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