Friday, 9 April 2010

perverse repetition

I dream of smells, bright colors. banging noises, bits of music, body parts, chunks of time, borrowed past lives, overlapped. So disgustingly overlapped. I wake up and the saddest bits of them all are real.

‘We must discover some sort of death, whereby this maiden may be endure long-term and bitter torment; so let us kill this ass and afterwards cut open its belly, and after removing the inwards, shut up the girls inside in such a way that only the head be left outside (this to prevent her being entirely suffocated) while the rest of her body be hid within the carcass.
Then, when this has been sewn up, let us expose them both to the vultures – a strange meal prepared in a new and strange manner. Now just consider the nature of this torture, I beg you. To begin with, a living woman will be shut in a dead ass; then by reason of the heat of the sun will she be roasted within its belly; further, she will be tormented with mortal hunger, yet entirely unable to destroy herself . Yet other features of her agony, both from the stench of the dead body as it rots, and the swarm of writhing worms, I say of. Lastly, the vultures that feed on the carcass will rend in pieces the living woman at the same time.’

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

come back,
and tell me who you are

Sunday, 4 April 2010

I used to visit you in dreams, at will. We would make love under the sun. And then we would slit each others throats at once when awake.  Now i dream of both. Dig and bury. Semen and Blood. 

Friday, 2 April 2010