oh, renoir

friday's nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission:
you are the devil and i will protect you

textual relations/e-ruptions
our crisis in time. our time in eden. edenic time. iterations. masturbations.

that was the right moment. this is the written moment. together, they are the thing itself in the perfect moment.

that we fucked in a moroccan riad i find unbelievable.

the cold smell of lake water and the feeling of running smooth paper under and through yr hands.

the feeling of running my hands under and through yr thighs.

raised and reared on orange pop and circus peanuts.

raised and reared on penis.

oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head.

oh mother, i am the delinquent supreme.

i am dante's mathematician.

a white spot. a receptacle. a repository. a distraction. an erection. a place to bury strangers. a black hole.

something of the animal still resides in you. the animus male. the anus.

i will anoint you you you with droplets of pearl pearl pearl -- milky and wet across yr knitted brow.

"he never asked me whether i wanted it or not. he would just masterfully seize my head and thrust me down to his dick. and afterwards he would beat me again. he was a real man, only beating and teaching me. he would even make me bring the belt, and obediently take down my trousers, and lie down in front of him, bum uppermost. that was my training in the university of life, and after that i did the work my degree qualified me for. but you know all about that." --kharitonov

LOOK!
designhistorymashup.blogspot.com
http://www.erasmuspc.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=203&Itemid=81
http://danielbloomberg.com/media/phantom_ptII_web.mov
http://www.ryanmcginley.com/shooting_stars.php
http://www.hillmancurtis.com/hc_web/film_video/source/fof/sagmeister08.php



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