in a station of the metro
I took my iBook to bed with me last night. Fell asleep wearing most of my clothes and with all the lights on.
The sickness. Four hours later I woke up. Got myself off twice more before I even opened my eyes and it still wasn't enough. My brain floating in a cesspool of pornography.
I had to put a stop to these barely satisfying porno-gasms. I opened up my 'Mail Downloads' folder so I could at least yank it to someone I know, someone I know to be real.
Tuesday Twins #11:
Click it hard, let's make a hot mess.
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The door to the roof is right outside my bedroom. I pull on my boots and step out onto a damp, snow-covered February rooftop. The Montréal skyline is just uphill from my neighbourhood. I might as well be looking at a mountain range on Mars.
Self-portrait with Farine Five Roses.
I languished this winter and gained a few pounds. I starved this winter and lost a few pounds. I'm not vain enough to worry about losing a little definition in my abs. Not as long as my hipbones stay nice and pointy.
I will stab you over and over with these hipbones, until I bring forth flowers, sharp purple petals along your wet thighs.
Comments
Oh ... Philip.
Posted by: Mlni | February 19, 2008 09:35 PM