Πέμπτη, 21 Αυγούστου 2014

A love story in August



ph. unknown




The girl picks a frog  from the  water pits 
 and brings it home.

She gracefully offers her kiss to it 
but it prefers to sodomize her.

It plunges its head in her rectum. 
With enthusiasm, it scrutinizes the girl, comes out of her mouth,
 pees on her hand and goes back to the pit.

"There is nothing more vulgar than being rude" mumbles the girl.
 "It could have at least said thank you".

The boy is wandering at the gathering at the square.

The governor moves his mouth without uttering a word. 
The crowd applauds extensively.

He bows and starts spitting at them.
 The spectators are in front stepping one another
 in their attempt to decorate their faces with his saliva.

Further down, the dogs have started a choir of protest.

The boy approaches and asks for a cigarette.
 The dogs start barking angrily:
 "You have no tail, no collar, you do not belong here".

The boy approaches the girl for the same reason that always boys approach girls.

The girl out of habit feels flattered.
 She follows him to his house.

The girl offers her muted role, distances herself from the bed
 and plunges into the armchair.
 The boy laying down,
 smokes and wanders at the reflection on the window.

"I can guess all what yu're afraid to tell me" the boy declares with arrogance.
 The girl gets angry, attacks him,
 bites his neck and with slow circular movements 
starts spreading her eggs on his back.

The eggs dissolve his skin and go deep into his flesh.

26 days he incubates them curled up on the floor.

When time comes, he pukes them up, a black grime on the floor.

"Now you do not need to guess anymore" speaks the girl.

"From now on I need to love you" replies the boy.

"I name you Creature says the boy".

"I name you Man" says the girl.

"I'll be inside you and across you" promises the boy.

"I 'll be both your Nurturer and Reaper" the girl says.

"I think I'm bored" the boy thinks.

"'ll be Light and Sea" the girl dreams.

The boy stubs her 17 times and goes on vacation to the islands.

The girl disintegrates on the bed.

Τρίτη, 19 Αυγούστου 2014

Τετάρτη, 13 Αυγούστου 2014

Πυρετός.



ph. Leon Levinstein


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