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73

Eyes
Mouth
Brain

Light switch in a dark room
Tidal wave in the desert
White dust in a shaken snow globe

Eyes
Mouth
Brain

Gut
Legs
Loins

Terrible, beautiful, delicious thoughts
What you dream to do over what you’re taught
Is right good night SHOULD in this word your whole life rots

Eyes becomes doors and creamy lids and lovely lashes and tender tears and mirrors and never-ending and invitations and soul-claiming

Mouth becomes lickable lips and tongue and teeth and silky spit and feather

Brain becomes Creator and dictator and killer and saviour and breath and soul

Hands
Skin
Nails

Electric
Scratching
Grasping

Hanging
Holding
Healing

Eyes become visions sweet visions of wet bodies tight embraces buried necks and faces slowly tantalizingly sensual these visuals make it difficult but please DON’T RUSH THE PLOT.

Mouth becomes voice sweet sound of solace and source of ever-surging sexuality overpowering I surrender I GIVE ALL THE LITTLE THAT I’VE GOT.

Brain becomes heart
Half and gaping
(W)hole

This path
Of synapses
This legacy
Of lust
The history
Of the whore (aka the heart)

The genealogy
Of my genius
The diary
Of my divine demons
The account
Of my cunning

Cunt
Cock
Fingertips

Kiss
Fuck!
How can I see this man again?

See
Taste
Hear

Know
Touch
BE STARTLED

Light switch in a dark room
Tidal wave in the desert
White dust in a shaken snow globe.

74

The whore
The heart
Both figments
Of

Ridiculous imagination
Comfortable blindness
Ignorant irresponsibility
Of

Each our own fate
Each our own lives
Each our own control
Of

What can be
What is really happening
Who we really are
So

Cold shoulders
Should-tellers
Old, heavy boulders
Hark!

Let us stop judging
Let us stop hating
Let us stop being
Afraid

Defences up
Explanations prepared
Facades fabricated
For

Protection
Avoidance of admissions of allegiance
Denial of duality
With

The whore
The heart
The lashing out
With

Body
Soul
The crying out
For

Love.

The whore
The heart
Both sins
Both betting on

A win.

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À propos de Stina

If I could tell you about me in a neat and tidy definitive statement, I don't think I'd be writing this blog.
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