Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
She seized a safety-pin caked with blood and rust, gouged a great hole in her leg which seemed to hang open like an obscene festering mouth waiting for unspeakable congress with the dropper which she now plunged out of sight into the gaping wound. But her hideous...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
Yes, i who was so fond of sitting on the banks of the tiber in rome, or in the evening, in barcelona, of walking a hundred times up and down the ramblas, i who near angkor, on the island of the baray of prah-kan, saw a banyan tree knotting its roots around the chapel...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there’s another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds lurk in the sky to pounce on a weasel or a mouse. You see that black cat, standing motionless in the grass. She is...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo-lee-ta. And now you could read... Ghosts Feminism Is For Everybody Adding Youtube or Vimeo...
