She sat there with eyes deep and bright in dark make-up to be with her is to get her attention while she’s hunting herself I dropped my fingers, what was the point of writing as she sat here before me she told me about Wu Wei - without knowing what it was how she kept... Lees verder →
I was intimate last night. With a woman, not sexually, not even touchingly, just our thoughts crossed until they formed a synergy of pleasure. Strange, but real. I'm not making it up. I knew her from a course a while ago. Today at the market I met her. We walked together to a café, there... Lees verder →
Symbiose. Ik voel me leeg in een absurde wereld die me niet bevredigen kan. Dan verplaats ik me naar andere dimensies. Dat lukt al wanneer ik me concentreer op de aanraking tussen mijn lichaam en de materie rond me en is het alsof ik een deel ervan word en het met me versmelt. Een symbiose... Lees verder →
I met her during a theatre course. The first lesson, we had to improvise in pairs of two, I immediately scolded her for 'bitch' and 'whore', with the rest of the students applauding loudly. It was fiction. Screaming it out for a moment felt great. Sparks splashed out of my eyes, I was totally in... Lees verder →
Much too late, weary creatures unable to find sleep wanders down the streets. It is such a night, where the wind petrifies my gloomy features and I dance and clash with the darkness of the night. Groaning in a period of restlessness, I jump back into the valley of banality. Shadows follow and whispers poison... Lees verder →
