My vehicle wave is the orange.
Lemon fuel for the girls down the azzure.
Sit on the path-'know' thy ledge.
And breathe, the antique ghost of your life evaporates.
\The shudders closed to keep the rain outside within us the water.
within us the wave is the water towards my vehicle.
Outside the rain in the water is within you.
The cracks popped through the cloud to say "I am leaving now."
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Eixes mia lampsi magiki
Tin kserw autin tin stigmi tin exw zisei
san ena potiri pou peftei kai spaei stin kardia sou
alla briskeis ta gyalia sto patwma.
Isws na parakseneutoun. Omws den me noiazei.
Den fhmizomai gia tin paradosiaki ka8arotita myalou alla gia mia alli.
Prospa8isa ksereis na to ferw konta...
Ma esy 8a trekseis na kryfteis.
Kai omws den perase mia mera pou antigrafw to file 3 xronwn pisw sto hard drive.
Eggrafetai siga kai mystika me tin eklipsi.
I epistrofi tou kakou i tou kalou.
Kai ksafnika isws na briskomai ston paradeiso.
Giati den kserw poia tin diafora metaksy twn dyo.
Auto pou eixa eixa, auto pou eixa.
Auto pou den exw.
ps: Kai apopse grafw sta ellinika giati kserw oti autos pou 8elw na to diabasei einai Ellinas.
san ena potiri pou peftei kai spaei stin kardia sou
alla briskeis ta gyalia sto patwma.
Isws na parakseneutoun. Omws den me noiazei.
Den fhmizomai gia tin paradosiaki ka8arotita myalou alla gia mia alli.
Prospa8isa ksereis na to ferw konta...
Ma esy 8a trekseis na kryfteis.
Kai omws den perase mia mera pou antigrafw to file 3 xronwn pisw sto hard drive.
Eggrafetai siga kai mystika me tin eklipsi.
I epistrofi tou kakou i tou kalou.
Kai ksafnika isws na briskomai ston paradeiso.
Giati den kserw poia tin diafora metaksy twn dyo.
Auto pou eixa eixa, auto pou eixa.
Auto pou den exw.
ps: Kai apopse grafw sta ellinika giati kserw oti autos pou 8elw na to diabasei einai Ellinas.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Are you Irish? No, I am Greek
Where from? Thessaloniki is the city.
Silent vibrations tingle the round clots in my brain tonight.
The language kills me.
We look at the screen at a random moment: The Irish boy singing.
He reveals: "No, I am Greek." "Where from boy?" "Salonica"
He runs off. and I am reborn via IT>
God has a sense of humour it is true
he played a little joke on me too.
Silent vibrations tingle the round clots in my brain tonight.
The language kills me.
We look at the screen at a random moment: The Irish boy singing.
He reveals: "No, I am Greek." "Where from boy?" "Salonica"
He runs off. and I am reborn via IT>
God has a sense of humour it is true
he played a little joke on me too.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Do not PANIC and above all thanks for the fish...
When it hurts, it does not have to be specific, you can try standing out in the rain.
When it does not, it has to be very very relative, stay in the closed circle of the sun.
Surrender to the under current of the 'sur' for itself shall take you up and down to the south, for the south is always that which shall take you further. Walk.
The north only knows to pump hard and fast and fasten you staring at the drops falling or the sunshine dazzling. There is always an ad-jective to fit the objective.
An additive to an obstacle why is it added?
Is it to eject or to reject it as it is?
My advice is to take those parts part retract the ropes of your heart delved into years and years of bonding and let them float a bit into the aegean.
The sea makes it all better. The sea makes it all better. The sea the sea the sea.
bet the air the sea you shall see the air gets better in the right bet.
When it does not, it has to be very very relative, stay in the closed circle of the sun.
Surrender to the under current of the 'sur' for itself shall take you up and down to the south, for the south is always that which shall take you further. Walk.
The north only knows to pump hard and fast and fasten you staring at the drops falling or the sunshine dazzling. There is always an ad-jective to fit the objective.
An additive to an obstacle why is it added?
Is it to eject or to reject it as it is?
My advice is to take those parts part retract the ropes of your heart delved into years and years of bonding and let them float a bit into the aegean.
The sea makes it all better. The sea makes it all better. The sea the sea the sea.
bet the air the sea you shall see the air gets better in the right bet.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
I knew before
Tonight they sat together on the white marble of their balcony.
The stars were lit, the candle too, mosquitos awoke attacked.
Mother says he never can be philosophical with her.
But Mother and him always sit down and talk about what-ifs.
And now she and he sit on their two huge pillows.
She on blue and he on red; she knows what they share.
They stare at the dead tonight, he brought binoculars
to peep a little at the life he, she will not live.
"Because we are watching them die, but they are already dead"
she says. Binoculars are put down. He is scared.
To know that he will not live years of light.
She says they will, part of spark they can, at least, be.
She moves her pillow to the corner. His tears fall silent and transparent.
Her tears are made of smoke into the eery black.
"You know what you and I share, more than a philosophy"
We share the silence my dear brother.
That
I cannot choose to share with noone else.
I had that dream, I knew. So I was prepared.
Are you?
The stars were lit, the candle too, mosquitos awoke attacked.
Mother says he never can be philosophical with her.
But Mother and him always sit down and talk about what-ifs.
And now she and he sit on their two huge pillows.
She on blue and he on red; she knows what they share.
They stare at the dead tonight, he brought binoculars
to peep a little at the life he, she will not live.
"Because we are watching them die, but they are already dead"
she says. Binoculars are put down. He is scared.
To know that he will not live years of light.
She says they will, part of spark they can, at least, be.
She moves her pillow to the corner. His tears fall silent and transparent.
Her tears are made of smoke into the eery black.
"You know what you and I share, more than a philosophy"
We share the silence my dear brother.
That
I cannot choose to share with noone else.
I had that dream, I knew. So I was prepared.
Are you?
Friday, June 08, 2007
I know that you have found me: )
The door opened and the sea poured into my eyes.
Then, the sun splashed onto it and rivalled an affair with my pupils.
There was once a secret garden. Shhh.. only birds whose name is yellow
speak of the location unknown to the glamded...underground mice
Hal hail all haze down to the mares of zebra-stripes and wondrous bite of a meal
a sole swimming down the litte ocean path screamed up high to the yellows
the yellows shocked themselves into mermaids that jumped down onto a surface
that crystallized itself into sugar and fell through becoming one with the grains of sand..
better with you mad...than all alone sane...
(as we say in Greece)
come into my secret garden...
come come again in two my seacrest pure den...
Then, the sun splashed onto it and rivalled an affair with my pupils.
There was once a secret garden. Shhh.. only birds whose name is yellow
speak of the location unknown to the glamded...underground mice
Hal hail all haze down to the mares of zebra-stripes and wondrous bite of a meal
a sole swimming down the litte ocean path screamed up high to the yellows
the yellows shocked themselves into mermaids that jumped down onto a surface
that crystallized itself into sugar and fell through becoming one with the grains of sand..
better with you mad...than all alone sane...
(as we say in Greece)
come into my secret garden...
come come again in two my seacrest pure den...
Monday, June 04, 2007
One ! Two! Three! Four! watch me push it!
One: Wave embellished in the smell of metal, le notti del terrore, amazing, boy, excuse the abuse, friend, today has been day of the the fire-drill cospired against a woman who has magic found magic...: The technical:ah and aural:oh achievements: woha..
Two: In my corner, in my place, light it up and wait, rises and falls of books, Greek lives, fashionably late after the alarm back to the green light which produces the love of my life. Chased by paper, rise above the mountain of white like a queen, lists of verbal and uncoscious actions within dreams of what they could be saying.
Three: What did your face look like when you thought you learnt? I could have paid money to have seen this. Imagination paid me the right visit yesterday, it was fun.
Watch me: This is not literary,,, quite literal in its sense of jouissance, bonjour aujourdhui, the not mad not woman not in the attic down London bridge away from The BIG EYE though
staring down
the horizon
I hide away from or not
if I feel like looking up...ein the distance
I find a little ashtray made for four toi.!
Push it: Livia and life of the time to take your own party for your party to the per tea dazed into the bed of running away from ridiculous situations, wake up and smell the burnt... pot...
Did you forget the gas on again dare-bling?
Bling bling bling, ding ding ding...Hello..
Two: In my corner, in my place, light it up and wait, rises and falls of books, Greek lives, fashionably late after the alarm back to the green light which produces the love of my life. Chased by paper, rise above the mountain of white like a queen, lists of verbal and uncoscious actions within dreams of what they could be saying.
Three: What did your face look like when you thought you learnt? I could have paid money to have seen this. Imagination paid me the right visit yesterday, it was fun.
Watch me: This is not literary,,, quite literal in its sense of jouissance, bonjour aujourdhui, the not mad not woman not in the attic down London bridge away from The BIG EYE though
staring down
the horizon
I hide away from or not
if I feel like looking up...ein the distance
I find a little ashtray made for four toi.!
Push it: Livia and life of the time to take your own party for your party to the per tea dazed into the bed of running away from ridiculous situations, wake up and smell the burnt... pot...
Did you forget the gas on again dare-bling?
Bling bling bling, ding ding ding...Hello..
Friday, May 18, 2007
Drop it you cannot lose it.
The light flickers of one of the office's across flickers disrupting the calmness....
picking A man is frantically picking up the contents of a box from the night's pavement. He size-zero looks old as if he came out of a size-zero marathon with grey woman slightly long hair wrapped in a little bow making him look like hair an old woman but he is a man.
His carton box probably broke from the weight that he was carrying the weight. Post-its colored grey the
the business cards spread like salt
down the women straight lines that a gang of drunken down women walk down.
He is plastic picking up papers, plastic folders
little frantically like a little mouse nibbling
on the last bits of mouse cheese. Faster and faster
as if were a disaster were city about to fall upon the city of London.
There are few only a left-few minutes left.
within carton another two carton boxes He is reinserting his property ,
looks neurotically around neurotically serious.
he is that man or woman ( I wonder if I could never tell) who works late at that looks like a living-room that office that looks like a living-room on the right across my window.
It is half midnight an hour past gone and he is now.
left the pavement on nothing from the schedule fall or the break in his schedule.
His agenda packed tight among the official documents rest the official documents.
It is alright now.
You have picked up all of your pieces.
picking A man is frantically picking up the contents of a box from the night's pavement. He size-zero looks old as if he came out of a size-zero marathon with grey woman slightly long hair wrapped in a little bow making him look like hair an old woman but he is a man.
His carton box probably broke from the weight that he was carrying the weight. Post-its colored grey the
the business cards spread like salt
down the women straight lines that a gang of drunken down women walk down.
He is plastic picking up papers, plastic folders
little frantically like a little mouse nibbling
on the last bits of mouse cheese. Faster and faster
as if were a disaster were city about to fall upon the city of London.
There are few only a left-few minutes left.
within carton another two carton boxes He is reinserting his property ,
looks neurotically around neurotically serious.
he is that man or woman ( I wonder if I could never tell) who works late at that looks like a living-room that office that looks like a living-room on the right across my window.
It is half midnight an hour past gone and he is now.
left the pavement on nothing from the schedule fall or the break in his schedule.
His agenda packed tight among the official documents rest the official documents.
It is alright now.
You have picked up all of your pieces.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Settled NOT
Dear Not,
I fell in love with you ever since I fell out of that cave called womb.
Since then zero has been the favorite number and nil annihilates me every second.
The sunshine settles in April, a month more friendly for London, a month less friendly for those in business.
Dear NOT not,
My whatnot keeps me holding the rails of the underground on the stiff necks of passengers eyelidded dark and heavy down the sound of metal.
I have stepped on you often and then stepped back. Because I could not hate that which makes me lack.
Luck of lack I shall call it my love of not. I was born with you and seasons come and seasons get slit but you and I are here with heat and steam making room for more
negations and more annihilations of that which I am not.
Not me, not you, are you me or am I you? Not?
Play with me, you do, and I shall play you too.
I fell in love with you ever since I fell out of that cave called womb.
Since then zero has been the favorite number and nil annihilates me every second.
The sunshine settles in April, a month more friendly for London, a month less friendly for those in business.
Dear NOT not,
My whatnot keeps me holding the rails of the underground on the stiff necks of passengers eyelidded dark and heavy down the sound of metal.
I have stepped on you often and then stepped back. Because I could not hate that which makes me lack.
Luck of lack I shall call it my love of not. I was born with you and seasons come and seasons get slit but you and I are here with heat and steam making room for more
negations and more annihilations of that which I am not.
Not me, not you, are you me or am I you? Not?
Play with me, you do, and I shall play you too.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Why CANT we rewind?
The weather surely can. I thought it was spring. March is said to be the first month of spring and the sun and the sunshine and the breeze warming through my formally dressed body made me dream of summer.
Not today. The snowstorm caught with London and me. The weather decided to remember and relive those unforgiving moments of wind pushing you at the crossroad to cross when cars have still not stopped.
I have been bought two times the present of a clock. Mostly because it is hard for me to wake up in the morning.
Despite my wealth in clocks I cannot seem to get one to work and the other one to stop.
I wish I could rewind them both to my own beat, the beat of this very word that you are reading now, the beat of how, the beat of not now, the beat of return, the sweet return of the water war in garderns smeeling of cement and uncontrollable children ramaging flowers that have not yet grown.
Not today. The snowstorm caught with London and me. The weather decided to remember and relive those unforgiving moments of wind pushing you at the crossroad to cross when cars have still not stopped.
I have been bought two times the present of a clock. Mostly because it is hard for me to wake up in the morning.
Despite my wealth in clocks I cannot seem to get one to work and the other one to stop.
I wish I could rewind them both to my own beat, the beat of this very word that you are reading now, the beat of how, the beat of not now, the beat of return, the sweet return of the water war in garderns smeeling of cement and uncontrollable children ramaging flowers that have not yet grown.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
STEAM OUTSIDE THE STEAMROOM!
I m going to live forever. I am going to learn how to fly.
Being a fly on the wall and a wallflower has its perks too I have learnt during my absense from the steamroom.
What is the cryptic way of saying THIS?
THIS is the this I have hated, loved, accepted, fought, defied and returned.
THIS hides a death residing in me, in mine, in his and for life.
THIS hopes and now acquired new cells fresh with cleansing tea, yoga, clubbing, dancing, mellowing down the solution pumping out of Greek veins eager to explode into
a bonfire, beat the sky and the sun for being naughty and hiding away from me, stare
up towards forward the blue that I have missed by holding tight onto the underground bars
trembling when the happy mouse of London comes out of under the ground, the sudden breaks of sunshine, of rain burst within an S and the THIS wake up time to work
drain drain me gangsters of London, attempt to laugh, attempt to whisper your spells beside your headset and I will be there for you during your sad,
your happy
your stupid
times.
and now enjoy your spring.
Being a fly on the wall and a wallflower has its perks too I have learnt during my absense from the steamroom.
What is the cryptic way of saying THIS?
THIS is the this I have hated, loved, accepted, fought, defied and returned.
THIS hides a death residing in me, in mine, in his and for life.
THIS hopes and now acquired new cells fresh with cleansing tea, yoga, clubbing, dancing, mellowing down the solution pumping out of Greek veins eager to explode into
a bonfire, beat the sky and the sun for being naughty and hiding away from me, stare
up towards forward the blue that I have missed by holding tight onto the underground bars
trembling when the happy mouse of London comes out of under the ground, the sudden breaks of sunshine, of rain burst within an S and the THIS wake up time to work
drain drain me gangsters of London, attempt to laugh, attempt to whisper your spells beside your headset and I will be there for you during your sad,
your happy
your stupid
times.
and now enjoy your spring.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
heavy snow falls on Charlotte Street
Yes, the time came when I had to call on snow to come and cover that which I would never want to grow. And as snow makes me forgive and forget I walk slowly and cautiously on the icy pavements of Charlotte Street aware that one fall could ruin it all.
The others have slowed down too, the Londoners were taught this morning, as I walk with care, that sometimes one has to walk slow whether one wants it or not.
Here I am, then though melting into the snow, my guardian of time, my guardian of that which cannot be mine.
It is all around us everyday that which the snow covers but we do not just bother to notice, we take it just as something that happens.
Two weeks ago I knew and now I know. I have learnt my lesson well when it comes to heavy snow.
Now is the time to tread lightly and pass the exam of what I call the crisis of my life-show.
The others have slowed down too, the Londoners were taught this morning, as I walk with care, that sometimes one has to walk slow whether one wants it or not.
Here I am, then though melting into the snow, my guardian of time, my guardian of that which cannot be mine.
It is all around us everyday that which the snow covers but we do not just bother to notice, we take it just as something that happens.
Two weeks ago I knew and now I know. I have learnt my lesson well when it comes to heavy snow.
Now is the time to tread lightly and pass the exam of what I call the crisis of my life-show.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
State of mind
Frame this color for me please. I will keep it for later.
But the color may fade away. Yes, but it was once framed for me.
But the color may fade away. Yes, but it was once framed for me.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
done bedsheets
I look at the tidy straight vertical and horizontal paradise. The settings are customized according to my schedule of eyelids.
I dusted my bedsheets and the tears fell off dropped down to the cafe under my window.
An Italian stepped over them and their existence stopped. That existense of the past.
The bottles are in line, the dishes are shiny and bright. The hair is straight, the eyes are brown, the sky is hosting the sun today.
The visitors come and the snow too and when they go snow escorts them
The "life" goes on in certainty of that unsure break to come or not, in certainty of the car stopping at the zebra crossing for me or not.., in certainty of a plan I have not yet made, of a plan I would like to make
but I do not know the words of or the roads.
I am on my way... I will return again and then I will leave too and then again...
I dusted my bedsheets and the tears fell off dropped down to the cafe under my window.
An Italian stepped over them and their existence stopped. That existense of the past.
The bottles are in line, the dishes are shiny and bright. The hair is straight, the eyes are brown, the sky is hosting the sun today.
The visitors come and the snow too and when they go snow escorts them
The "life" goes on in certainty of that unsure break to come or not, in certainty of the car stopping at the zebra crossing for me or not.., in certainty of a plan I have not yet made, of a plan I would like to make
but I do not know the words of or the roads.
I am on my way... I will return again and then I will leave too and then again...
Thursday, December 14, 2006
the moment I lost when the clock skipped
Where did that moment go ?
The hands slide on the bars of the underground and I return with palms imprinted with a stranger's touch. Rinsed the blank ink appears and what was written goes down the drain.
The rising sign wakes up late in the evening against its usual clock-ward round and the scene appears. The "eyes" become codes of lines read but the interpretation becomes a literary controversy. One can, one could, one would, one should change the topic of conversation. The game of neurons begins: the caffeine beats them hyperactive today. Their networking is overflooding the grey matter: indifference.
Goodmorning. Stop thinking. That is your job: do the small talk. Only that shall take lead you to the BIG FISH.
"Θα περάσει αυτή η νύχτα θα περάσει που διαόλια με έχουν πιάσει"
The hands slide on the bars of the underground and I return with palms imprinted with a stranger's touch. Rinsed the blank ink appears and what was written goes down the drain.
The rising sign wakes up late in the evening against its usual clock-ward round and the scene appears. The "eyes" become codes of lines read but the interpretation becomes a literary controversy. One can, one could, one would, one should change the topic of conversation. The game of neurons begins: the caffeine beats them hyperactive today. Their networking is overflooding the grey matter: indifference.
Goodmorning. Stop thinking. That is your job: do the small talk. Only that shall take lead you to the BIG FISH.
"Θα περάσει αυτή η νύχτα θα περάσει που διαόλια με έχουν πιάσει"
Sunday, December 03, 2006
.................................................................................
(The song stays the same, no matter what I do......... to alter its psychic memo. )
One night of white two people came together in a secret mission to whiten up eachother with the frostbite of fresh snow. And the grey road of Coventry became white and the door opened for the four legs to tremble-run outside. At the odd moment one snowball fell on one place and on another more expected look of eyes the cold was shared among the two.
Then their footsteps formed an unknown dance. They run towards the corner of the road forever. They looked further down. Their laughters with tears embraced the cold together echoing the silence of winter, of their own.
Last I heard from them two they never returned to the footsteps they left behind...
One night of white two people came together in a secret mission to whiten up eachother with the frostbite of fresh snow. And the grey road of Coventry became white and the door opened for the four legs to tremble-run outside. At the odd moment one snowball fell on one place and on another more expected look of eyes the cold was shared among the two.
Then their footsteps formed an unknown dance. They run towards the corner of the road forever. They looked further down. Their laughters with tears embraced the cold together echoing the silence of winter, of their own.
Last I heard from them two they never returned to the footsteps they left behind...
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
ex-orb-size
There is one picture every person returns to when they stand naked in front oneself. There is one person every person orbs towards fueled by thoughts the other vibrates and causes an action of vibration on a screen possibly.
This is because this person is your own person and without knowing he is, your past, your present, and your future. He is your present and you are his. This irregular and yet constant reminder comes with random attacks trigerred by no reason other than your need of survival. There is no life without these thoughts and for this reason these thoughts do come. And with the thoughts comes existence. And with existence comes action. And out of action emerges a pattern.
When the size of the pattern grows large the distance between the two people cannot stand itself and explodes the two away or entangles them in one. It is just that just as the simultaneous one after the other vibrations are reciprocated in the same manner the sudden epiphany of the pattern that has been woven has to be realized by both of these two persons.
This is called "to ex-orb-size": to learn to love methodically together.
This is because this person is your own person and without knowing he is, your past, your present, and your future. He is your present and you are his. This irregular and yet constant reminder comes with random attacks trigerred by no reason other than your need of survival. There is no life without these thoughts and for this reason these thoughts do come. And with the thoughts comes existence. And with existence comes action. And out of action emerges a pattern.
When the size of the pattern grows large the distance between the two people cannot stand itself and explodes the two away or entangles them in one. It is just that just as the simultaneous one after the other vibrations are reciprocated in the same manner the sudden epiphany of the pattern that has been woven has to be realized by both of these two persons.
This is called "to ex-orb-size": to learn to love methodically together.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
This de-man-d does not exist.
Leniency in the matter was allowed by both sides I suppose. The woman pretends to asks who is calling, the man pretends he cannot hear from the other side of the line. He calls back once more. He gets to the point. There and then she puts a period on her voice. The lenience dies as she walks nervously down the aisles of the luxury store.
They hang up on the word "kisses".
Sits down. Rages silently.Escapes from the picture she has painted herself in.
There is no way out. There is no way in either.
Because this man does not exist.
They hang up on the word "kisses".
Sits down. Rages silently.Escapes from the picture she has painted herself in.
There is no way out. There is no way in either.
Because this man does not exist.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Where is your head now?
The collage of pictures, despite being double-stuck on the wall with duck-tape, keeps falling sideways pushed by the the little wind-thieves breaking into the keyhole of the door. There she smiles, there is the black and white clown in Barcelona and the blonde girlie playing with a grey kitten. There are the notti del terrore, there is ending a happy new year, there is Cher and Baby Spice, there is Hiroshi Watanabe, there is a note with a human skull on it, there is a man hugging two heads of women, there are two pairs of shoes staring at eachother, there is "God Bless our God" inscribed on a gun, there is the bar with bottles crammed on it, there is many women with their hair entangled with each other, there is Hiroshi Watanabi, there is a sculpture of women embracing one another, there are the notti del terrore, and there is her mother's note four years ago: "Have a good day, a good month, a good year, and good and happy life forever for you".
And there is Louise Bourgeois whispering to the wind-thieves every minute they touch: "I have been to hell and back and let me tell you it was wonderful"!
And there is Louise Bourgeois whispering to the wind-thieves every minute they touch: "I have been to hell and back and let me tell you it was wonderful"!
Sunday, November 12, 2006
to the left...
Dont you think you are irreplaceable... for one second. She thought to herself for himself in her mind.
Once you go down the stream of daze and drown in its ecstasy you acquire a special power. It is called Distancing yourself. You have two selves. One is enjoying being flipped in the air at the dancefloor by the hands of a man who seems to adore you. The adore examines and observes behavior and files in the back of your mind what should be taken care of. And there you go....
How absent can one character be when he or she changes through the influence of a substance? You must have an absent character if you tone it all down the next morning.
Whereas III have not changed, despite the intoxication, my views on how I behave.
The beautiful moment of orgasm arrives when you just know this is so not for me.
"Pull yourself together and get a life man..."addressed to the "un-dressed" man...
"The World is mine". Thanks for offering it to me but I have it already. Plus the expressions of Love and affections I have heard before I know the poem by HEART...
We regret that we will not be accepting any unsolicited mateterial at the present or in the foreseeable future.
Best wishes,
Kaberet's Prophecy
Once you go down the stream of daze and drown in its ecstasy you acquire a special power. It is called Distancing yourself. You have two selves. One is enjoying being flipped in the air at the dancefloor by the hands of a man who seems to adore you. The adore examines and observes behavior and files in the back of your mind what should be taken care of. And there you go....
How absent can one character be when he or she changes through the influence of a substance? You must have an absent character if you tone it all down the next morning.
Whereas III have not changed, despite the intoxication, my views on how I behave.
The beautiful moment of orgasm arrives when you just know this is so not for me.
"Pull yourself together and get a life man..."addressed to the "un-dressed" man...
"The World is mine". Thanks for offering it to me but I have it already. Plus the expressions of Love and affections I have heard before I know the poem by HEART...
We regret that we will not be accepting any unsolicited mateterial at the present or in the foreseeable future.
Best wishes,
Kaberet's Prophecy
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