Mechanical Flattery

Fingers move fingers

My wrists made of satin

Don't be afraid of what's gonna happen

Elbows to ankles my fists out of place

I turn around backwards and off slides my face

Bones plattered shattered

Dissolving my skin

My torso melts it flows out my shins

Open so open a circular mark

The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark

Ran away dark dank stank moss creeps

Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear

For I'd run, I run from the night

I say so sad so dead and mad

An angry diehard tears from m???

My veins in pain

They torch my mouth the saint

Ran away dark dank stank moss it creeps

Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear

I'd run from the night

Pamantul scuipa sange si ne inghite pe toti. Sunt tipi care vor sa ucida. Asta e destul de dureros si socant. Stau culcata in multime-sub prima lovitura. Cladiri se prabusesc una dupa alta – culorile explodeaza. Se uita la mine – cat sunt de distrusa. Cativa tipi vor sa ucida. I-am zis ca o sa mor daca ma saruta, la care a raspuns: e mai bine daca mori. Scoate-ti carnea din a mea, sangele din patul meu. Nu pot sa astept tipul care niciodata nu va veni. Ma asteapta pana la moarte si mai departe si mai departe…

What is memory

Blood is just memory without language
The sins of the flesh are just a sacrifice
to Venus
Passion plays itself out in the killing zone
of false memory
All these secrets they just stain my recollections

Little by little the sun invades the sky's absence
Day breaks, Night falls
The sun slowly rises...
Radiant dust it falls in on the curtains of lost time
Light leeches out
Blood thickens
Muscles contract

I'm now in touch with the Impossible
I'm obtaining the power of my existence
To reach the opposite of existence
My Death and I we slip away
into the light outside my window...
I open myself to my absence
Day breaks
Night falls
No sun no slowly rising
As I die as I die
No sound breaks from my lips
For the cry I give is Silence
Silence
Silence without end....

Art of lazy love - murder sex (1st issue)

a loosely-based autobiography, in which i candidly documented my bisexual dalliances, substance abuse flirtation with insanity and pain

Si daca o sa fac toata noaptea dragoste cu el si apoi imi defalc creirii in ruleta ruseasca...?
(„ezoterism rusesc la un pahar de vodca”)


Dumb
Lasandu-ma gravida
cu un embrion al dementei,
imi hraneste ura
si durerea
si agonia.

Si nu inteleg,
nu mai vreau,
nu mai pot sa lupt
cu cel uzufruct
si demonul din mine.

Privesc cum ma scurg,
urlu si aud,
cum rosu
si surd,
curg lacarimi de mut.

The woman that I really love is the woman that I’m fear.
The man of reality that I love is perfect untouchble.
07 06 09