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******************************* * Pipol Untitled Narts-
* Almita-In Phase 2 of Love
* Reynaldo Vargas-El Alajerito
* Girl Novarro - groggy
* Gordo Wilde - Dorian
* Liz Taylor - Lesbian Project (4th and last) * Artur
Rambo-lights to blows ***
Pipol

Narts


is fixed as an ointment, a pan of mussels, which abrasively kills a toxic tide and sea monsters around him. the cylinder next to the trapezoid body oblong oval in front of him. tenerife reef, of course, among the piles of books overlook postcards, utility bills and printed papers to pass, there are a ton of calligraphy, and so happens, floats, sea. I had so many fakes, and many puffs, the impact of past desires swirling in the maelstrom of each raindrop on the balcony, and the small base, so useful, so dam served to flooding. ink may let you down much, and the outbreak of the small corporation in the corner. no memory handle. Suddenly all the syntax of dumb, is a finite horizon jingles, and dying fire aiming to hurt. I finished my cake. something has been sprayed over. Fruit paradise is a cocktail of drugs. so much sweat on a summer night. Wisp and butterflies, frayed cardboard. generate all these overlapping assumption, the unhappy suppository, stick the sword sublimating. graphite give me a tea, but if I am giving. the laser. what is new physics. there is a single kilogram of surprise in the world and we've all hallado.morder the look or twist is a theatrical lighting gyroscope. you ought to rest, ask your mother to stop making time. *
Almita


In Phase 2 of love

The implant

completion blind passion is necessary
but the scale stays
original point of everything fills the reasons to hide
point dignified by the stroke tracing the same thing happens

interpretation is not convincing sense accumulates

repeat the magic does not seem to embody
spasms improvised, innovative, uncontrollable
them
spasms today it's not always a comedy, news
involve the shoal,
the worst as a threat, a balance sheet, where
Enough lies the true, if it is not clear at this time
diapers and remorse

was amazed astonishment is that step
have designed a building with no networks
child's birthday, there are no miracles, only
work that is the sense of abandonment and loneliness, but also the shortcut, and
implant is a road that claims to be run,
a desire, a dream

love will
outlining the doubt even among
nothing can be forced


*
Reynaldo Vargas

THE
ALAJERITO
a leap'm
wet grass, trembling and hot


to fuck I bent over to Candila,

entered through the window and covered his mouth
fear in his eyes
there is something of a bitch you upload your nightgown

silent while monitoring

door Romulus, warm wet


yeno ithin him without groping or anything
Candila
am bitten fingers of a bitch that he is

hug her ass and skinny legs feel

without blood, glancing look
Wheelchair

then I do the distracted
and I leave it up to me

suck in silence, when he yeno

the crop while the door monitor Romulo


pants I get up I open the alajerito
and ask a chain, a jump
'm in the grass.

*
"Girl Novarro

groggy
veraison to "(...) So, like everything, as Chick adormido saltónde the split shell, light polla.Y ever thus, from the oval, with four shoulder, and sadness for what it .(...)" César VallejoPerdidoel groguipide pierdeauxiliopara the countryside that losing groggy, auxiliodemasiada malezademasiado nudomás greenery for that lap cuelloel groguiperdidopide cordónperdidoen campiñasdel neck high mountain oyeel grogui.Dulzor cry cry that gritasgroguitú uterus ombligotú calorgroguicon ask those screams you lose espantastú hiloel rasgadotu bead navel back caminode partidoy you lost those ears you groggy pideel aquellacampiña uterus searches that you seek nudoen those grasslands intentagroguiintenta intentatú sleep sleep, groguiyo cry.

* Gordo


Wilde Dorian

We killed him, what

cagamos with rocks and I got a broomstick
in ortho.

We had done nothing,
was just helpless.
His mother, perhaps, we were not safe
had told Laura stupid once.

We did after class
weird, because, in general, we never
four at once.
was a natural gesture.

The
did not make us anything we did not out of malice. We did
of realism.

* Liz Taylor


Lesbian Project (4th and last)



Playing with fire What you do now Zucchini?
Now that I will not be more
Who shed his blood for you? Who will
sacrificial lamb?
Baby tell

Who will defend you so strongly?,
Where dancers flee your footsteps?
Now that you do not run away from me

What will you do when your lapdogs squash have devoured all the meat on your bones?
When the weight of your unforgivable cowardice fall on you and crush you and pop as the vile worm that went with me, bitch fucking
What are you doing calibrated addict when your great lie begins to smell bad, like the remains of quiltros poor rotting on the sides of high-speed roads that look washed out both your lovers?
When too old and too ugly you remember my


poor poet who denied him the sun and the holy water pouring from your tits
that you closed the doors of your smug cunt full of dangers
as who closed the gates of heaven to me

yet you look


Then I could continue to shine
brutal rejection of the sick joke of the ambiguous
your ego need to be created cyclopean

sun and planets revolving around you.

Baby, dynamited my house, do You Know?
You poisoned my water and I stole a bunch of words that he kept for other purposes you know?



I wonder what you do
pendeja
scary when that woman who does not want to see
not want to kiss you or lick
laughing eye contact with a beauty more real than yours, say, of course given?
What you gonna do when I came


find these lines and you recognize them in horror?


The gods know I never wanted
hold bad feelings for you

The gods know I wanted to convert to Buddhism
for free and transparent love
But it happens that I have a poor blood Do you know?
that burns for anything
and no water to turn off this disaster


blood Maybe it's a cheap, highly fuel

And the truth is that you love
what we are with things you love
playing with fire

* Artur Rambo

Illuminations Shock


I

fern entrenched in the granite wall, took a pit, throw confetti stitching and cutting and snow electrifying plays the laurel. The bay is again a strange girl roots and want to sink into the sea. Gets into the water but nothing. He discovers that nothing can fill, suddenly loves, loves to swim and swim and believe that nothing, especially at sea. But nothing in a wide river and reaches a delta and a bush gets into your head and see the stars, like candles on a cake in the universe.


De abruptly
caresses baby pacifiers, as slash and pressed, with melon-shaped interest. Secreted by the mouth, sticky saliva, dipped ice cream you just ate. After a while he gets bored and whines and whines, leave the pacifier to air and sun. Ant falls on a hit by losing an eye and memory. His eye falls between pacifier baba ant eats libadora by angurria, unbridled greed of that nectar of the gods of spongy latex microparticles of strawberry ice cream and savored and pondered. None of this ant knows-how could also, if the hickey landing him abruptly erased any record of the outside world. One with the universe, the ant does not know what is born. Live happy as part of a pacifier, undifferentiated, light years before the mirror stage. Until we address the delicacy insects or simply slime dries in the sun, or we go to the plaza.




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***************** November 2oo5 **************************************************

******************************************* * Pure Teen - X
* Irma Moran - Minnies
* Girl Novarro - Gum
* Pudding Adams - Self-Help Exercises
* Liz Taylor - Lesbian Project (3rd delivery)
* Abbess Morland - Being a victim of the punch
***



Pure Teen X

was sick. He could not speak, though coughed. I looked at the lamp on the side of my bed and saw glass. On glass. Illuminated glass. Frosted glass a hundred times above another. The brightness was euphoric, clear and could not blink, there remained only descostillándome. On the walls were over a hundred paintings, all unknown. Every morning, watching a new one, is to be renewed, too, like the watchman? I can not say another word about it. It must be silenced because things regime for silence. His moan about me whining, while Sunday grows to its night. People are automatically on a schedule to turn on the bedside table, the stove, the spider. Night falls like a switch, helicopters monitored the regularity of what people produce in a gesture of warmth, and bathed in a seductive charm that leads to death. I only see windows and frames in the light of a spate of watchmen. Is it possible? What's going to shut up at last? Damn music, grows as a fear.
frothy and cold clouds north of dreams. I remember a phrase and nothing more. Do not ask for miracles. I'm in bed, no TV, I will not answer the phone, that just does not ring. Alto. I'm not angry. I'm not saying no. But the thermometer brand me. Yesterday I wanted to give myself to Euphoria ... She missed the party that secretly organized to find it. My only hope. The desert dancing body, a form similar to that of the watchmen. Do not carry cards, I did not. I went, I sat in the cabin and felt bad. Like the night was bright with bags eighties and exchanged shots. I will bring a TV. Hidden women in the party she was or was not. I still take care of myself. I interned at a bazaar reading the best Russian dancer. Et toi, Dark, pourquoi pas hier soir n'étais you?
If I bring it to the TV I think I'll ignite. I say this without strength, inventing something to wave in the middle of stupefaction. I have notebooks written in ink undiluted. The water is not there. Teenagers are the light that turn later, when they think they do not see them. Whisper alone thinking that are not old, but a cable connects the brain to them all. Narrow these freckled desires like mine and twist on a written page.
Tonight I'm gonna put on and go. I wear the suit X. I breathe a little before and after. The night will be binding as an unsafe area, acid, cold, scratches. I love it. Air renewal, they say. The chicks are loose but far. Darka be close, I fear. I do not think ... eat. But move. The house red clothes I wore it a lot. If I go to the kitchen or bathroom telling me I see "Red!", "Red!". What to expect from me? I'm a wreck masked. Luckily they are calling other people, not me, because I could not say "ah." Here are those red things speak, speak for themselves and by chance I listen. "Nonsense? Just say your hour. Red time. "Darka bleeds? You wish. Because you're a bloodsucker first, yes, I speak to you, say pulling wings vampire. Ah, ah, ah! Ah. 31.8.3









* Irma Moran


Minnies

*
definitions, table titles, names of dishes laws, proverbs, haikus, phonetic exercises

*

flashing the high momentum of the trunk


*
the clamp

water with sand
imitation


* Loyola
dimple

* topless

injury maple


*
Irupé Hipit the hippocampus

hypertext
mercury
*


flake tea shark

*
fear dot bridge
pentatonal pontiff pint

* Paris
palimpsest
laptop


*
rice, marinated sea bass with crab heart

*
iridiscela, lots of plasma, baby stingray

*
flat, bow strap and two related vertebrate

veil


*
batman beauty
heading


* Guillermo
guillotine

*
ipso
floor limit


*

distress
indelible indigo grass *
thread


tequila punk


*
overcome, trotil, Berber
boomerang arrow

*
grease, izo, lifeline

*
Korea face water


*
armadillo, scissors
Massachusetts

*
Inca, cautious, Pilate

cap Madness


* Lorna *
Resnais


pirulino pooch with poncho and

*
pasta, cracker, cake toast
potosí

*
karaoke

abstract print pilot chute
polenta
*


hospital cafeteria
*

bit cautious prose


* Bisshey


Percy Shelley

*
avocado, ark, pulpit
Mexican seafood casserole

*
brain, sesame Village peanut

minutes
*
beret, leggings,
shirt skirt, jacket and boots

*

light field current range of hollow

* Irma


fiery triplet

* acanthus

high plains honey

*
airplane fabric ball

*
hoarse, branco, Trento
spent a nap violent

*

I loved the tree violated by bees

*
dolmen hinge

Deleuze

*

casing inner piece of Thunder

*
rendez-
vous bombast
panties

*
rashes, cava, hammock
paspa, eats,
saddles
*
the Parthenon
position
a gruesome
* whistle * filipino



entortillage entanglement
subterfuge

*

musk blend the soul

*
stew pot

polder

*
noise
accusations can sleep






*
"Girl Novarro



Gum Out of everything outside himself

axis left for the white snow

From the window I see
the murmur, the
crowd charged
mouth overflows.

redouble my ears
split out flat

death almost a little death inside

oh, singing. What I hear


shoot out on me like a gum bubble gum pink crushed
open

unwinding


I was flat open

gum on the pavement below

welcome the world.



* Pudding Adams


Self-Help Exercises



Repeat after me



you you have to blame you you have to blame you, you have to blame


you you have to blame you, you have to blame you, you have the
blame you, you have

blame you you have to blame you, you have to blame

you have to blame you


poisonous stain

blame shame on you shame on you


shame on you shame on you shame on you

shame on you shame on you


shame on you shame on you shame on you



let me put the dog
let me put the blame

who is to blame?
to see, who's to blame?
Who did that?


"Deeds, not words"

words, chichi, not facts

"you have you guilt "

I get the blame by myself

well until well into the bottom


deep inside me like I like it all the way
but I like having my blood boil

grinding him not leave me very easy to get let me put


soon because I want
methamphetamine but the cock, not guilt guilt

I'll put it to me when I want



*

Lesbian
Liz Taylor Project (3rd delivery) Today


not

Zucchini squash today and did not wake up drowsy
stood before the window to receive the first rays of the sun.
Today
not bite your fruits
Neither
magnificent spread its wings far and wide in this house.

My
instead grew a bat me back
ugly

otherwise


Today squash is not dismissed out
and wished me a good day.
Today I woke up with fewer parts and a leak in
that at this stage of the day and has flooded much of the building. Today

squash posed no cotton distracted her fingers in my old scabs, and relieved with his Russian princess dance as old
pain. Today
squash mourn I saw or heard these verses for her typing. *



Abbess Morland


sacabocadouna
be a victim of small gargoyles column inexpertoingrato bat catedralalas migrauna more húmedaenmohecida Abbey and fire verdosaojos famélicoradiante acechasin winter atacarescalofrío nevadoun visceral fear



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**** March 2oo5 ************************************************** **************************************************

****** * Naomi Ed - I want you as a monkey I Would
* Delio Leopard Ink - Ur (b) Zonula
* Tritanne Le Monde - Erotic (2nd delivery)
* Liz Taylor - Lesbian Project (2da. entrega)
*P.Rosa Barata- LA QUEJA (fragmento)
*Chica Novarro- En el campo
*Lorelei Ríos Le Habre-manejar un auto...
*Almita- El intercambio positivo

***
Naomi Ed

I want to grab you as I would a monkey.
Only a little bit softer

I’m not going to tell you my secrets
I prefer to cut your vessels before.
And watch you bleed to death…

Yes, a mongoloid is only happy when he has a good master
I think that you want to wake up the wild within me.
I warn you, I have no moral
I’m going to penetrate you hours and hours till fainting with pain

I am a happy mongoloid
I am a tiny mongoloid monkey
You can blind me with shining if you want, it’s up to you
I am ready. I am yours.

Happy sunset
Night at last
Let’s throw ourselves into the snow like idiots
Throw and freeze ourselves of idiots
To die like that…
Why not?

Let’s bring pillows, for sure.

I cannot stand not having pillows.

If you want my body, touch it…
If you want to forget the poison of one love, touch me.
If you want to faint with pleasure, touch me
I promise to rape you as much as you ask me to
I’ve no compassion with treason
With my treason…

The drops appear in my sex
Your mouth becomes water
Do not ask me for more
Then the day comes and you will be sick…

Beach, ray, let’s go to the picnic, come on.
I want to play cowboy while we drink orange juice
How pretty,
I’m wearing the robe des chambre, bordeaux.

In the stairs, where we are so close, nobody will find you,
music… give it some music

I dare to say I was waiting for you and you didn’t come
Rain is already here. Snow is white.

To fish in the Iberá. To wear a neoprene and go out swimming. Go by, I don’t know, Rauch, and wave the little fishes and kiss them on the mouth, tongue kisses. I'ma happy mongoloid, I'ma little dog, a Peronist happy puppy dog. There Are no carnations, for sure. I have the hope of waiting for nothing and take That Go downriver currents, maybe to some good waterfall. Mongoloid I'ma. Scratch my back. "



***" I want to grab as you would with mono
only a little more tender

I will not tell my secrets
Before
prefer to cut your veins and bleed to death ... see

Yes , a Mogul is happy only when you have a good master
I think you want to awaken the wild in me.
I warn you I have no moral
hours I will penetrate you and hours of pain and faint


I'm happy Mughals Mughals
a monkey You can enchant if you want, up to you dipuesto
I am happy evening delivered


Finally Come
night in the snow shooting us like imbeciles
push us and frozen fools die like this ...

Why not? Let us

pillows, though.

not stand not having pillows.


if you want my body,
tocadlo ... if you want to forget the poison of a love tocadme
if you want to faint from joy, promise
tocadme rape you all that I ask I have no compassion
with treason
with my betrayal ...


drops form in my sex
your mouth watering
not ask me more ...

in the Golan after dawn and give you disgust ...

beach, beam, we the picnic, we want to play cowboy
while drinking orange juice
cute,
wore a dressing-gown, embroidered.

on the stairs, where we are so close, no one will find you ... come on music music
.

I dare say you've been waiting and did not show
The rain already. Snow is white

Fishing in Ibera. Wear a neoprene and go swimming. Pass through, I do not know, Rauch and greet the little fish and give kisses on the mouth, tongue kisses. I am a Mogul happy, I am a dog, a puppy Peronist happy. Carnations there, though. I have hope and expect nothing to be taken down the river currents, perhaps to some good waterfall. I am a Mogul. Rascadme back. Translation

Cruz + NN *
Delio

Ur Leopard Ink (b) Zonula

Going by the Particle belts
little is lost by not raising to the urb-night.
You lose more by participating in what should be their figures.
However, in the battered auto gas and say,
"Zauummm!:
vení painting the room, filling it with hieroglyphics. "Separated from livestock
selected to pierce the antrum
and up to six or seven more may work, but do muta
thirty two thousand, are no less than two elections.


Force goes to just six or seven desasimilados.
After the tunes, the radio, can be vast
but so few are needed to invest much
from a station in the middle of the city
connected to changes in the suburbs.
Y even chewing gum market
but jungle rubber, tires of a latex
the five is like nothing next to the chair.


If lords night greet you today, tomorrow you forget.
But forget the night when they sleep all
to the bathroom,
the sack.
all unarmed and floating in listening to the morning.
And from the most to the least
sobreintencionado when typing may forget,
great time, large terrace,
where love turns the vacuum around.

chases me and reaches for a day or two between plants.


If both embody a trail ride to perception, to make catching and clear, no further explanation
for duty today
no more streets or roads to the discussions and meetings
but this track, barrack,
or just exaggerating:
fill, pen, pouring
on Earth at such an hour


where there would be no borders
night
night or the night
plane or travelers the hostess or her

with what is not: who cares
cup serving, with whom
turbine hanging from the black space? Given this



crack a child's breathing sounds peace between seams
sleeps but only if we break
affiliation and awaken released what was not so strange
between two, father and son,
how
Back to unfold her chance
huge wave after wave happening to us again.


So our friends are frivolous or ephemeral
and without calculation and boasting superior kind of captain

but only connective solos tribe and disposable
combos a few hours of todovirar
concerned about a point never to use
the people. Embraced


that love taut
and glands confabulársenos
the head shakes, effervescent
breasts and if the nose sucks phoneâ
pit and even though our country is
hyper-media class
its spirit of disputes between Amis
nobodies with vintage watercolor
discussions yet
we will always consume less or more
where not applicable. But
broken antique vase
cocktelizan your lyrics to a broken transistor.
And I return to collect more
giving the Ministry of Foreign vases. Meanwhile


sweeps here
subitem
vertigo all the camels in one stomach
autonomized.
SED:
the eye of the faint breathing. Where could be

but if the phrase does polyrhythmic layers, coat with the body?
What does the town that beats the sights? Sometimes at night
not say
and not like anything that is align with it.
The raw satellite antennas have
but unless Particle transmissions

summer powdering nostrils of those vipers in their backstage of lianas
barbarism made short and effective net
of affection, no more doors to
BETWEEN
their palates open to open and homeless
lick,
this pearl hidden in the back and the tooth.


pearl necklace hidden

counter beverage raw. Randy
the glasses rattled,
a summer without Egypt pyramids are our diamantiNación
, exchange aces do,

buckles along the instep of the zombies
made to lick them too, from foot to waist
to suck slowly. Here



any instrument becomes an instrumental
hadazuelos
varitocantes choreography that would blow you even see her neck stoke up the fire
acefalizar
cerebellum in a jar of pooper.


important thing is that pure virgin
delivered a putaísmo no intention or program of ancestral
friends who are released and understand.
of witnesses are

foot while sleeping and not dreaming,
sleep, sleep ...
breathe the way waves
quiet so I would say:
the shore is never far away:
templates that detect pat. Air


summer is counted sequins, beads
of arming robots gesture.
the moon, among those killed, it transpires.
What transpires among us again the living

we went out to the balcony to get sick without pants?


My dead live but do not teach nor sleep.
Bhang Big, Big-Khem,
no royal pyramids or archetypes of this kind
only desert ethyl soloists in their dressing rooms.


That Rock your trees and shade in that shake their feathers fanning light sleep
of those just got off the crowded stage.
And the public cover for the chapter of extracted
undo pose a dance that left bad rhyming star to star, from snout to snout to desrimmelar at dawn.


is the theory of brotherhood and double that
pyre with their practice of turning tragedy
love speed of molecules in fulmineo
communion.


assault Thus far and no business

to inseminate each everfiesta that is shrinking. Dr.John
As the deep Mississippi

(In Dog we lust)
rib-now sailing in the teapot
treck-Gong
giving lala musique local milk.


Roll sisters families but "more institutions
seduce her braids

night and one night late night thirteen

achieved and on that night thirteen nights
pass again.


Aetir rézame dawn,
rézame much, and mother
:
res
broadly inserted diosema
moño! Adentrófago
of God breathed: throbs and beats
practisurco chakrícola LP!
But if I give femur
fear clutching her withdraw before attacking the Squeletique Monde!


Thanks, I applaud before we play.
Laughs the circle of gilded angels sunless self sunstroke.
The mannequin, angel himself, flowing from the sun with glasses of non-am-I.
Al-Amen, al-eman:
alemanito you came with trash purgarte Latin
apply for the scholarship you constipated you there.

But here we go from sea to sea and the Amazons.
Life
we put the tub and lay on your Mass socialiqueo officinal professorial.


Sometimes the brief fame of thirty or a hundred
be required in Mass
like stars and it is that we are
but attenuated by a species that eats
intensity to a quiet eye without
family and fans.
But the most eccentric stirring links floating
the species is already minimal, tolerable security
dawn on the beach together.


And while in that hushed room of stars flashing
go unrecognized and distant from each other memory
twinkling voice again we will be coding in a leaked
Arecibo echo ...


... winds,
beautiful that we do not comb winds:
love us.
We offer the cigar, the rum, coca, and each hole
virtual or concrete. Ventígero
formations that takes sheets under increasing and decreasing the latter.


capsules in amounts the dog barking at the cat who ruled it out. Sintonías
dissolved, whistling of the dead and calm, believe in ghosts

if its transparency cosmetizan powders
narcotics like us in the toilet today with the death Blessed
giving emetic language that does not have: letter.
Great sake of bite that desobjetivo
desubjetiva and lots of swallowing a whole apendicial to spin. There is a continuing
flyby speed is no longer
trial but waltz
contact some of your light, skeleton, that makes me some potions
family willing to go through the grass, by water, by the syllable.
current that sometimes the joint is ancient and continuous innovation.
Whitehead = Moon. D-Less
= n-sex. Miyo
= yang-trash.

2005. ***


Er'ticas Tristanne Le Monde (2nd delivery)

II
of how Stephanie disculpóse for having asked her to pass her tongue over the anus

The body has a body metafóricoes place for all the transmutacioneses poetic place par excellence, is the sense anoen lugardonde niñase child and are still stressing todavíasin the court, without difference of sexos.El metaphorical place, anus, fuck, boy, gift, exchange penetodo is. ( ..). [1]

Eroticism, when it is not courteous service made an ancient concept, is a huge setback body brew. Still, Stephanie, having absorbed the dryness and sexual zero degrees of her time, could not write with his lips eloquent manifestation of dependence on other lips, strangers to her face, but was only a "traded." To bring it to lay terms, the trades was the calligram which stood as an explanation (tested after the meaning of the explanations, especially of his faithful way of obscuring any expression of difference) of an act which, without it, ie without the intervention a language that sets a shape, did not apply to any infection actually look for or even felt. After all, I did not understand how it was that you could burn a fetish salivating splice calved from a fungus of a ghetto, as was any contemporary young accompanied his adventures with the reaffirmation of a "style." "Style for what and where and against what?. To the extent that they could not answer this (or no answer because the answer is always speaking of a state that is known prior to the formulation of a question, that is, his talkative accordingly), or at least recreate it in their symbolic gesture, one could say with certainty that nothing of that speech made sense. While it is true that we know that a speech can only be explained from his fault, that is, from the absurd, which is just its degree zero. Now, what place is not absurd enough to afford to even use that term with respect to something else?, Or rather, what place it is, based on the belief that there is at least something falls into that category, as implied by the very concept of absurdity?.
The question was, if anything, the lips and the whole body of Stephanie, when infatuation with mine, did nothing to go running back to violence because when not breathing furiously on my cheeks, I pushed it out from the sweet desire to possess me. Ie to the same sex (and I can say so: my gender is equivalent to the little girl who is mentioned many times) could not build an absurdity in sex, a setback, as well as heterosexual sex, which does not serve Annexes glasses but, as if that was the desire to possess, or even love. If, at the request of his body, we began to kiss, to unleash a whim in a conventional situation, and we were standing on, to bring a measure, a tile, the force exerted against my body (because the kiss was also a championship as indeed it is everything in these times, and every effort bent vital, last, a juggling of responsibilities, the branch leaves no one without dye) made instantly found ourselves behind three tiles, to my side. At first I was made of ivory, Stephanie alienated me with their constant humanity. The drownings were stertorous she created (because of the eternal question: why is kneaded satisfaction only in the movement?), And, for those logical associations to help us write the advertising of the crowd, he fancied that a way of making those choking groans soothing system was, I kept a strong pressure in fissures anal. Thus began supporting my fingers. My legs are baked much more now that could be the grace note of an opening that faced from its end point, a fork meaty bone forming the body of Stephanie. The drownings were rhythmic, and my nerves just cracked when I felt the white sucker from one of his teeth on my belly, code, we agreed, meant that I had to slide my tongue over the surface of his person that my fingers were caressing. My finger escaped your attention to your legs, but the weight of Stephanie came to fall back on it, meaning the constitution weight is your anus crust. My tongue was then very language, preferring the subtle to prove his buttocks. If a short distance the whole point of emergence of fluid seemed to him desirable, was a matter of time sensitivity. The friction gave a first impression butt dry orange and watermelon foam. The weakness and weakness of my character helped to quickly wanted to savor the intersection of segments so pretty. It was then that, while my mouth absorbed a warm spit on her anus smoke, filthy grandly it occurred to me that the issue sacredness that was built around the popular poetry is no other source can explain the idea of \u200b\u200bintelligence is also belonging to these days: robotics eloquence to detect sequences that occur or, rather, the ability of decoupling (because any molecule, from a carton to a tooth, is psychologically rooted with any other) . This regurgitation theory, built in my gut more clitoral (had the blood of a vital organ external to me in my throat) is influenced by the power of my tongue, which is paved entirely within its hole anal. When I wanted to speak to communicate my discovery, I felt confident that my tongue had captured moisture, and that would have required all the moisture. In some way snapped, the marrow of my tongue were crumbs, and the elements of language that I used (which, moreover, never stop being crumb of the event) to recreate words were rather primitive. I received your nerves a bow toward the brow of the face that converge at the beginning of the nose. Stephanie could not have raised a question of such magnitude, and I understood at the time it was too much to ask that will include the conceptualization. "No ... I do not think intelligence is an idea today ..." he replied, striving all previously acquired vocabulary and trying to go back to a lucid sentence by some chance had fallen to some sort. "Follow me ... come on ... taking." Any idea or novelty of sweaty bodies fregamiento without the inconvenience of pregnancy (which is amusing, the response to the unhealthy inability to love involving coercive sex) Stephanie fascinated to the point that went beyond his desire, which could mean me, I knew very well that this just as much contact she accepted.

IS WRITTEN! (TO BE CONTINUED) ***


Lesbian Liz Taylor Project (2nd delivery)
Zucchini Squash

frolics frolics with her boyfriend a few meters from me,
only one door between us,
heaven and hell in the same fire . Next to the coffee


I imagine your body centering magnificent animal, I imagine plotting
sweet caresses, I imagine secrete
delicious juices, juices
repairers, for my thirst old.

not hear anything,
only a slight agitation in the air, small streams
rub my cheeks, she

is waving its wings when making love. ***


P. Rosa Barata
COMPLAINT (FRAGMENT)
helix - version - Bergson - verse - song - chorus - repeat - this

This (yes, my conclusion is that it's always a gift, I firmly believe, but it's a cliche for me and for me, is full, but too synthetic and then you risk, you look stupid - I am a woman apart, say I have baby face, and while I do not care to look like an asshole in certain Sometimes it is something that I did and I have written in many places, is echoed in my mind, but now I dwell, I want more, well, you get, no?)

Well, this is a unique element in the chain words that I built.
... [Cri cri, cri cri]
(Oops yes, by that I explained a lot, but hey, that's what I said at the beginning, I have the premise: "I define this as never before" and I was enamored with the idea, but time to move on - learning by "present" (how I like to do these things), stumble, fall, lie, back off, repeat, repeat, song, memory, forgetting, write, write, write )
(Unbelievable, no?)

Within the parenthesis put "will define the present as never before" and while there "never" was a rather circumstantial (particle elided "I defined it" would correspond to complete the sentence ) Now I realize that could be interpreted the same phrase as "will define` the present 'as' never before' " That is the point
gift for me ... This repetition may seem to admit, it really is like never before. I mean, reading the repetition is built from the past but in no presetne determinism, presetne as never before, can redirect the repetition, grow it in other ways, make a tree, a flower, a rhizome, and all plant metárforas give us a sense of the irregular, adventure, different sensitivity (alien-UFO [2] ) and enrollment in a body (trunk) or a chart, something written, Enrique of Novalis and return to surrealism - x Novalis (ie, the vegetable) and came to Gaby (Bejerman) and come back to this (as if he left Hueber, I have the sheet, a document) and Gaby and writing - PR € S € NT € -
writing - writing
live - living

gerundización

PR € S € NT € participle PR € S € NT €
SCRIBI € € € NT € NT €
VIVI
(This is the time
but do not know how to say it how it is presented
me enough
Another

present participle) 1

SINGER AMANT € € €
enough PIT NT € R € € € NT €
FICI € NT € R € SPICY
COMP € € € T € V € NT € RSANT

The € without gender their participation in the - € NTE (y-ANT €).
verse is "deal with" "about" V €

RSANT € € H € LICOIDANT

verses
€ N €
The
end (I think for hours
writing without cigarettes, not eating)


* Girl Novarro



At Mount

I run far far away the mountain


fierce back to the grape fruit

suck suck ball grape

red earth.


My boobs are asking for something sparkle in the halos
my tits thirsty mud mud

gross red mud bolus where the fruit


where fierceness. Rajo

field grass land


the red earth annealed
sip just burn all in plain sweet

want I want fierce contacts. My boobs

ask for something sparkle in the halos

my tits mud thirsty
a piece of land a piece of palm

vining I want to sew braid plains

hilarme hair. Hince the fruit


Putre me
teeth burn on Mount
fierce contacts I want a piece of mud


want a little dirt


tits I plow the palms I enjoy
me want to rub the pampas
.


My boobs are asking for something sparkle in the halos
my tits mud thirsty sip
bowling swelled me thread
wine

holes as I go fingers.

deflector fields shelled the pampas

I want contacts
untarme fierce
tits
sweetness of fruit wine land in the pampas

burning beasts. Slice a piece


a plain piece of burning

fire glow my tits my tits

ask for something sparkle in the halos
my tits mud thirsty

silence where my tits off their bright halos

sed
play play sed the sucking mud

where the mud. *



Lorelei Le Habre
Rivers
passion to drive a car lying in an insane manner

of mind with passion
keep the mind in the mind anger

Irita
with wheels

car with passion passion and anger

go?
serve as an engine?
such passion?

mind and anger will
by passion passive


me manage my ma

us
anger outward and passion


hand bat at a high


mantle
mind the bank
anger.


*

Almita

positive exchange is implemented with habitual speech acts
Nonperforming
acts in conjunction with de facto

not failed
such acts may constitute in part the usual rules of attachment relationships

still difficult to determine the correspondence between each
and eventual failure or
confidence, read, finally appears
when the literary "groping" And trust
positively Solve
white interpretations of the various acts
Or does it negatively
The relationship changes sign
Taking the destruction of the related
Or just a constant evasion
From Conflict

in successive attempts to mirror the solution back to the past
The examination of conscience

the Materiality daily
resignation of the various sensations present
impossible abstraction process
But this lack of abstraction
That is in the immediacy of the concrete
usually the only way to carry out the different types of acts
And this probably is valid for all types of relative vitality naturally
sudden conclusion
that loving relationships are at the total universe of relations




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[1] Osvaldo Lamborghini, "The devil hilarious song"
[2] [but a rhizome is not a tree has no root, no hierarchical structure, who says? Deleuze, of course, he says, DELETE]

Milky Discharge Before Period

I

billa

Fun without
December 2oo4
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* Anna Flex "Now they will say
* Girl Novarro-Surface
* Eduard Cuiqui
* Almita-A place
* Tristanne Le Monde-Erotic (first delivery)
* Liz Taylor-Lesbian Project (first installment )

*** Anna Flex


And now I'm going to say that feminist

no way around it if there

-female gender-
is true

militancy but I hate the military or at least

not
but then I touched her ass

break the subject-object dynamic

also
I touch my ass masturbation ah no militancy

the other day I like a guy who hit me to kiss


face with glasses and shy

rushed and asked me if I had stuck

and apologized if I had stuck

ie

I had stressed that
stuck yes I said a little

had hit me and it's true


hit me but I was also
hasty and shy or flirty


looking to strike us down with glasses

not we look

look at our respective objects with meticulous scrutiny


is eager to get us in the ass hand I

terrified refugees fled in women wishing


it feminine but not female

even more culinary and feminist

or sexist, etc.

is love - the fear-

be subject to a
and be subject to a subject

to: asshole
subject his mug
mouth and ass
always open. ***


Novarro

Girl Size

Quebrada
the edge of the air from the rest of the things that Brad

to wrap outlined the crash of shells
annulled annulling
always points to the edge of downtown
of things
rest of the air and everything else falls
inks
aside anu lada
keeping his waist narrowed by air from the edges creates

gesture behind creating the incandescent
inappropriate eloico
I outline the raspy round about the rest of everything else everything else

to brush line that points licking off unique areas is

Cascaro edges turning orange for off-break
/
everything else is what is the boundary
Sondalo when all else

canceled the ball side of the hollow crackle
sucked back by the dense cluster of deep funding
dumps everything else returning to the mirror surface and everything else

there. ***



Eduardo
CUIQUI

There have never tried drugs because I think it would enhance my things and I already disturbing enough.
For example, usually have the impression that dogs approach me from the corner of the eye. In the hallway above my office there is a fire extinguisher on the floor, when I'm back to the door, the same package always deceive me, and turned thinking it's a dog that comes to amaze me.
There is only one way to go to work, and a block before my fear has been realized in a dog whose owners let go loose: no more than lived up to my knees, has swollen teats, when in heat or has farmed out threatening the intersection of all street, still did not bite anyone but I spent a lot of attention, I think smell my fear.

These days I felt I needed to have a male friend, there are things that are uncomfortable telling a woman. But my bad habit of not being able to see them as friends keeps me from having one: heterosexuals are frightened by my intentions, my possessiveness homosexuals, and the rest I wake up very little interest.
Florence a few weeks ago turned 30, his birthday it depresses me as much more in reality. I called the phone and then I went to visit her a little sick when you are sad biased because it gets very aggressive defense. Unfortunately
saw vulnerable, in need of company, at times tears and immediately smiled as if ashamed. He could have embraced
years, breathing that breath was nothing special that made me want to kiss her, and redefined for me all the female body odors, previously associated with decomposing fish products, to castration, with toothed vaginas and mouth of waiting in a giant squid tentacles to expropriate my penis.

bereaved His image kept me spellbound for days, stepping on dog poop on the sidewalks, resisting the onslaught of people rushing walking in the opposite direction to me, and utility poles that crossed my path. Trying to remember how bad it is almost always out of that state.
She asked me out several times these days, I speculated until the last moment with the possibility to go but finally was not warned.
"You're a little hysterical to me, I said the last time
-but I will conquer.
This Sunday was my birthday, I spent the day in bed getting calls from people who love you, but I did not want to see. At 5 pm she called me to leave a walk, and I said yes without spinning.
I liked seeing it again, the air remained polite in his face, walked every so often embraced and caressed my hair but I resisted.
I invited her to dinner, I bought a liter of soda for her and for me a pint of beer, once ingested, forced to admit that I wanted to stay to sleep.

Until today I have not gotten rid of my armor gay friend, I think that someday I will let the women's bathroom because of it.

Anyway, long talk, playing with the imminent shift of the armor, my fear of the evil act amused but now causes me great tenderness. As long as the situation is in my hands, nothing happened, but after that I felt was frustration, but joy of being face to face with my fear, because when there is hidden is easier to deal, and while my behavior was not been the most courageous, my hesitation was fading and I knew that something would take me all this.
I went to bed happy, relaxed, then I dreamed I was walking down the block from my work, the dog was lying on the sidewalk, looked askance, but if not caught his attention, let me pass in peace. However, I spent walking as one walks into a disco dance track, challenging bitch deliberately lunged to bite my eggs, and made me wake up screaming in fear. ***
Almita



a relatively
From another point of view a map of relationships

A space, a molecule
Solar
semantic load

Affection
Another Stimulus landscape
We gathered for the axis
a pile of boxes and perform the movement for a fortnight


Three parallel spaces and also signed a series of papers

We are dedicated to the detection of garbage
A new reading of the current approximate


To bring some willingness Fundamental

solar Located in a central but quiet location


One eye of storm events to attend desired
And the combination of the desires
A durable and stylish infrastructure
With some good view
With nothing else to decide Only live

cleaning proceeds to what innovation is not
Cleaning
corresponds to the agreement illusory Now
The confrontation with the material objects of the past
And with their partners and spontaneous speeches
produces a shock at first instance dissolutive
a disappointment
But ultimately a joy
Abandonment
A joy

completion determination Not
No arrest

ejection of certain particles
priori not suitable to the new space

Vocabulary Organizers
resistant to change
A series of jokes alluding to complement the transformation


A solar Resistance be checked

vitality resistance Lit
The ambiguity of the provisions
maximum flavor into your fitness
can provide a test version
Facing the definite feeling
Vertigo
yields to the action with some risk of producing
And in that a tapping flashing
basic trade musical harmony and the rhythm

come from the elements

conformity
is unbalanced at times
computer element
Sun
work happiness Test ejection



*** Erotic
Tristanne Le Monde (first delivery)
Erotic

(provisional title)

Raza on which a curse and has to live in lies and perjury, since he knows that is punishable and shameful, and unmentionable, his desire, which is for each creature maximum sweetness of life (...). Marcel Proust
[1]

Verbalization

This prologue to be bizarre, born of the impulse of an entire line of theory, on which I shall in all my evenings numb with which to rest in me the true grace of these erotic, which is the fun (or discharge semen of distressing impossibilities) of my sensual lyrics.
is, the more enervated lukewarmness who lived my days, to meet at 17 years without a homeland of the spirit is one of the worst. Feverish delirium that elude them, my erotic.
To lay out consistent with those stages of this culture greasy surface, this trifle of Argentina, and partly to insert my body (And for this time in rags) on an immanence more in tune with my environment and situation (if in my mind and I would have dressed in a yellow vest and would be composing frivolities lived), I turn to the only character in theory foreign to me (or that unfortunate deterritorialization of me floating in the dune faded text that meets these erotic), Stephanie, as an almost mythical appearance that while physics has an ambassador in the Real, is distinguished by a lot of my calligram corporeal (ie the physical I do not understand the lines), having as inspiration to the already named, wrote as his own. Taking
to a teleological explanation of the nature of these infected vulva, and also to honor the purpose that the cerebellum virgins and my culture ametódicos found at every turn golden expression (and so hoarse), I will say that these texts gave birth a situation surprise: the deep and fatal virtualization sole speech. If modernism took care of any undue eccentricity between a signifier and signified, is because while sleeping I saw that the reason did not leave any credibility sensitive, in a poetic sense. The computer then came carrying a detachment that went beyond those stages dream, digitizing musically and without greed, human snapshot muddy insert a picture. The letter is archaic now, and can not move from his stool.
Stephanie is a faithful ambivivalísima these conditions. My hollow denial of the latter caused my body to stay forever smitten imaginary gestures (When I refer to the Power personified, but I'm not a possible cause explaining the phenomenon at this point is not compatible with the reality that a not wanting to feel like linking to an external immanence can do). And dressed and graceful lyricism of the narrative tries descuajeringado, play all the irony.
(...) Suddenly, all this disagreement he had faced, apparently, my skeleton soulish (asthma) until then, this passionate reason against any establishment of a rule of an accident or a quirk of our character (read, too, a certain detachment intrinsic to a society stripped), took the form, caught on in this defiance, challenge tango, a linguistically and everything so far tell from these pages. Then would come a revolution, but later. Moments in which I solidarizaría to solar spray any armed struggle against the vicissitudes of language systems. Because it fits so well, my isolation, my visceral sedentary, my famished sexual, if it slips through a mechanism that, by a rejection, even philosophical (it does not matter if it relates to my individuality, even feverish letters that is) never starts and is most essential if one is meant.
A sense dusted me on a computer key point of fragrant pink tongue. At this time and height epochal know that knowledge is. Not because the erotic, as little, in the nothingness of friction that have little Magno, there is little epic material. It is anachronistic and even predict a long-lived collapse and even try to say that statement a bit blasphemous universal. As the literature makes me feel at school (and I position laughs) is that of a virtuous enjoyment out of nowhere.
this text should not be seen but pirameidal shaped face, but invertidamente (as the sex of which we are speaking, as the igualísimo Inferno), down, where the dominant variable is the level of Beauty (SBI a grave concept) . That is, the progressive movement and cadent theorists who infiltrate the most erotic moments ardibles (not hot because they are not on the sheet and sad that we have consciousness) and inmolantes, correlate with a political and Interpreting of a culture. Having ruined beauty, I leave to speak to my speech.

Soon I will complete this prologue.
point total.



III
Del brings great charm to verbalize (although a lot is not used) an old analogy, peculiar and mysterious

Instead of spelling with some pride that would be unified and thoroughly good piece of poetry, entitled starched "My Bloomsbury group or Guermantes" (going to start just with a monologue monogamous interwoven concepts and opposites), it gave me, once I had proven that yes, my anger against salivas , internet-(saliva by language and languages \u200b\u200bat the same time) was certainly a feature of a delicious delicacy probably tasteless to boiled tastes these days (but what a privilege), it gave me, as I said (the reader may realize that all this intricacy of the drawings sentence is, in addition to the obvious Almost shameful, dear, but not So let's feel sorry for her argentinismo), want to jump down stairs in my building. A sun was out again today, and honor had spent the morning scrubbing what I suspected was my sex glands against mortuary sheets. Oh, so rigorous but one could read orgasms smiles even the hermeneutical writers, those who most stubbornly insisted on writing their own issues. It was true, as already had been providing that to the poet left his stand and was dedicated to unbutton his pants, to the poet weaving relationships, had found the bodies after all hooked their uniqueness. It goes without clarifying that it was, that, in my case. Although I can not confess that if I went to the civility that evening to a heavy caloric empilcharme almost anarchic was like the only cool down the steps from my apartment to the exit (ie, there was, and I have good reason inevitably In saying this, real attractions outside of that.) At some point it would seem appropriate to refer me or explain anything regarding my masturbate exacerbated disdain for the culture of Argentina, or, rather, speak of feeling from a metatext so as not to get involved too. At some other time will be. For now, and if not for anything other than impatience, I focus on Stephanie.
words, the solid sheet that was my body when the sun went up to meet with the same gesture that puts them all in one day my contemporary interest by walking through a city (as inexplicable as that youth are passed from some time in the morning until six or seven at a party, where Holden tells us that there is no point being if there is not one woman who truly likes or alcohol, things that were unfamiliar, the first because I did not know the word love for me and for all, only the infection, and the latter because it amused me), veneer, he said, creaked a little, and I needed an enclosure. Stephanie was driving at the time. The original impulse had been to see steps, and a city made no difference. Cross it in an enclosed space, could shorten the conceptualization, concentrating on the image of a car. It is commonplace these days, stating your trusses undiscovered objects or desires that in any case, we did fall into necessity (that is why the desterritorealization, or urgent need?). Thus we lose most of our small immanences always think of it, but after all it would be curious to know a comparative benchmark from which to complain of this weakness (can be seen any time appears to have left evidence of something, although this excludes the literature, but that is a separate sphere .) I will not here give an account of living components and elements that were sensitive to the total appearance of the street to avoid a possible damage lyricism, I'll just say that he saw the little woman who has already named a number of times appear, or While his face was inside the machine situation that was new ownership. Strange, a contextualization. I will not waste too time on this one: in short time span was sitting beside him, beside Stephen, seeing how he feverishly accelerate the engine. Funny how you never learn key issues of intellect if you combine this fact in the same course records with the fact that if you learn to operate a machine mass. Do not cringe at the possibility furiously rubbing or moving the same event. I, for one, would never have considered doing what hembrita to me was doing, ie, had not embodied so naturally, and not because they could handle with unsurpassed skill and excellent skill, as was sometimes found that I was possible, but because, very young, desenclaustrar could not my image of my impressions of an inexperienced amoeba has no limbs to make physical contact with things. As a referee, was the strong acceleration that liked to go himself to Stephanie, but not to the actual speed the car but with the attempt to listen to faint. Since then, sing, I sensed something in this hobby and personal longevity. Did not speak and rested my buttocks over her legs, covering her eyes a little, she screwed up from time to time to avoid him asking me to stop what I am about to describe, I kissed each area of \u200b\u200bskin that takes into his face. Allowing himself to do, I saw how their nasal sides stretched and shrank, and as a result my touch is subtle surfaced to attack your breathing. "You want to stop to fuck?" He said to my kisses, "it makes sense that you download and I will have to pay attention to the rest of the morons that drive." I could have chosen, given the common assumption of Stephanie, for running to the side and sick of his excessive use of language such as plastic, but I figured it would have done so not in love, in short, as mischievous conclusion can be drawn some benefit from the investment, remember that even his smelly breath I were desirable. Then, in view of the animal of their intelligence and hardiness with fixie that organized its logical schema, I felt less cunning than a desire to embrace and protect your warmth. Away a little lip, so I had to go with my head, to look for, and thus have a better view it to arrange a move. "Yes, I'll stop." Halted awkwardly, turned off the engine, as he had shown it to do (because the games were also had with me a Jewish compliant), and founded the desire of the bodily organs of my exaltation. Still, as I said sometimes had to love skipping Stephanie limits of matter to be satisfied with their caresses were so picky and blue, made of moves so fast, he might have had reason to believe that was not wanting. In the end, it was not true. Even if you had all situations at a championship level of endless comparisons, as I had used since he had left so naively associate a caress with your idea or even with their alleged link with the feeling that did appear to us to name confidential, was not cognizable the certainty or otherwise. The few minutes that I dealt with such wit I should have paralyzed the rest of my members, because I felt a tap on the skull taken by the hand of my friend. "Enough, I do not want," he announced, for first possession of a woman I was less flammable than follow a thread of theory. "No, now we're here and that made me stop, I cojés" he reasoned. Immutable. "Well, if you did not start so I have to do for a change, right?". I panicked because I had realized I was not going to know he ripped shirt that had, had that system inertia knots that I never unravel. To all this she had undressed, and I saw still lingering in detaching the top button of his pants. "Aijj, let what I do, you desprendéme the above." "I do not know if I can ...". It crystallized the anger in his eyes and, putting his hands on my waist, pushed me to the other seat, returning with indifference the clothes she had known each other take off. "If you're not okay with me, saying it is resolved, but do not allow myself to do this." A little far Proustian irony, where the event itself (ie it, ja, immanent, the significant, although there is scattered by leaves ink preparation of which ever had to make a chemical process) is slides us just as long, graceful as they are now untold, as an act of boredom or inertia, I looked at the expression of my classmate, now numb with anguish, with some nuisance in that the phrase had offended her was, in my view, devoid of any sign of offense. Have had, my days, something relatable, had tried to seduce a reconciliation on that side. But it will be appreciated that if not scattered through the pages until now is because no such thing happened there, at least for now. Stephanie had been too tempting me for so long that no thought had left the inability to tell even my passion and see that he suspected that sprouted tears because I did not want me was too virtual.
anyway, was when he decided to start the riots that started True for which there is weak story, because at the time when Stephen tried to bring another momentary life (is what is done in the segment that is formed between on and off a car, an illusion comique which highlights how we want them to look into our lives), at least in time to keep it going, to your new machine, he realized that he was absolutely dead. A carnal type disappointed joined this new disappointment. I hate trying to start but never ended of getting contact. It was a mockery of the engine sound, and so insistent was the playfulness with which he had decided to entertain the domain of Stephanie about it, it was definitely determined not to yield, not to break the surface tension of the joke, my girl's breathing suddenly became libidinous to my ears. The nature of the denial of an engine, especially the engine with which it was tied myself (either because it belonged to a car that was familiar, or because they bore a grudge old) I had always obstructed usual flow always showed coldness towards the course of things. In my childhood, especially, this was peculiar because of my major storms, to the point I was intolerable. Unbearability never reviewed, I began to realize how wise had been the lack of inquiry on the matter until then, because brilliantly hooked because of it when I had the feeling (described below) to this rare situation, nuanced view in the same sequence the respiratory rhythms of a woman who wanted to madness with the successive deaths, and short waves , of an engine. That feeling when I did not snack on manners undifferentiated (where coffee is taken as one of the rituals), but rather the type of detachment lucubrations voluntarily sought in exchange for a rabid derrochero expansive and multiple friction our individuality with objects that, on a whim intestinal concern us at certain times, tasted what is the heart of this story which led me to an inevitable and fucks transpiradísima genuine (and continuing) with my partner.
Tests. At first, there was a scheme that was looped with filthy shaking (because they had just to tell Stephanie that he could not inspire a fatal excitement in others), through the not so bizarre twists of neurons starving my little woman, which was centered the question of starting a vehicle to escape the embarrassing affair. So clear your body, connected by live wires that had led him, his hand, to realize what a cell is not enabled to do, which is moving from its establishment almost inert to an Event. And then had tried to ignite an engine, it was revealed sickly, petty, dead. What warlike event, even made to be current and up to virtuoso (my discovery means that, although personal, it affects a universality which, if less amoeba, there would be a concept invented to designate it with lightness and grace) decrepitude was a mob that threatened the goodness flowing Stephanie. Nerves suddenly broke him. Sense, was a succession of impotence soaked adorned with glory, a glory to immanent, engine noise, so, so and so, a wake in which the trust had put in a mouth-to mouth, on the other hand, ingominiosa Reply disturbingly (for being precocious, precocity is epochal) accommodating the constitutive nature of things, that no license never had gotten used to a little women like Stephanie and subsequent eternal persistence (because why of waking days left a day) of loyalty to them that since the publicity at least, was highly guaranteed. It is this type of incident, ie the prickly surprise that suddenly adhere to the coupling so great that people are plotted in relation to what is so tangible, that secretly designed, with different nuances, facts as those are understood at a meeting of fashions when arch nerves to make statements like: "That kind of situation, estraflarias and camouflaged as a key impetus dialectic (because it is used to sound a philosophical repertoire settled and as a conversation among friends, where one would like to showcase their cluster of rare curiosities that lead to the great texts sweetish, and only get themselves off of vague formulas) often leave severe traumas in the sensitivity of individuals, but not all with equal force. " This and other lucubrations of the same nature, turning these facts, to make it potable understanding are those who question the defamation of reproduction and concepts certain social strata contained access with a vengeance, and mechanisms of domination, make your invertebrate ignorance inevitably influence the thinkers of clandestine meetings, where one wonders why they came to see life so far these gentlemen, or even how who invested so wrongly the process of knowledge, which pronounce sentence assumptions about human character would be ashamed to pronounce to have experienced some connection with the experience ideal. Going to the particular case of the little girl Stephanie, the denial of a boot evident gaps, scratches or cracks on the virtuosity of a mechanism. My hembrita did sprout ribs blood and bodies on the deceptive efficacy of verbalization, here we are another subtle decepión, something again broken. Of course, this network of logicians juggler not penetrated the sensitivity to Stephanie, but were, from an eloquent blue gold, ie where you set the highest elevations of human bustle, perpetuated by me or by the total I had transcended all fragments of the same I forked and cut through the ages distinas mass culture forces us to distinguish. All acids sex beats coming, once activated, to fall in slope to the body for which they were made, ripped (ah, they do) and wanted to link its continuity to the body having the contents of your desire to open, but maimed. All this universe of subtle commonalities between the body of a young woman Capiche angry and a motor, between an engine and a fainting child, between a failure and a realization of so much nature, born, or returned, the idea of \u200b\u200bthe trigger ( because when no one is in crisis may lie with the kindly smile and whisper the word, compliments: "you're a shooter and not a cancellation, dear") of the Analogy.
What happened next is unknowable. Stephanie vaginal slit was colisonada; was underground the fact that given the green cover of Analogy (Ie, had henebrado a variation on a mental level only), and just because I had sprouted a lump just below where it is inside the uterus. A feature of prostitution cock more populous, more given to life, had spawned to see how a channel penetrated noble and something bad (because Stephanie had her vagina into disuse since the Virility not fornicate). The diagramed judiita is suspected, then "But if your hands are in the mouth, teats, but ... there are fingers ...". And there was a visual registration majestuosísima cock, obstruct, blurring her lips, anal fissure and the rest. T jealous of Stephanie had taken on its own, because of his shyness jusficada against the pompous statue of meat. And later the interim body, almost misleading, disintegrated inside my little child, and was part of the nausea that usually have vaginas, when enticed, understanding and flow.


Liz Taylor ***

Lesbian Project (1st delivery) Occurrence of zucchini



Sweet babe, how you explain how I do

to tell you that since you came to permeate my home

your beauty
tragic sleep does not seem to live in a permanent

between anxiety dream and the sky
that looms on the edge of your eyes

Sweet baby do not leave yet stay a while longer


around my heart that blooms in unison with the Plum Street Strawberries


occurs to me that your pussy should smell of strawberries with custard
not know how he would eat it graze

a nap there

between scented pillows then refresh your humidity genital odors
Dame
your depths I want to take with me the day that smell whole
between my fingers, my tongue, inside
What will carry your scent on the inside? My uterus


I give you my uterus,
not know what you could do with it, but it occurs to me give it
crown you queen also with a touch of my heavenly phallus
that grows in the middle of the forehead into the sky to write your name Sword of scarlet blood
spirit that wants to bless you pierce your blood


I'll take your menstrual blood as a vampire. I'll
rocked the crowd with her
a rich tomato and black pepper will add
Do not think I can swallow me whole?
not know the things I've swallowed over the years ...

We insist, Mascal
eat my uterus like a toffee Mascal
like fruit chew morning

Outside my heart I give my heart also
total organ donation campaign

Speaking of organs, orgasm in my mouth, baby pearls Dame
you keep in your shell
to make them a necklace
to take in the most elegant parties

Show me your tits and I'll show you mine

Aprisióname let us leave them to play with them for a drink
your nipples intergalactic metaphysics that milk will make me write as
gods I will do with your milk blank page where my verses embroidered black
-------------------------------------------------
We
----------------- cute knit something for me, I'm tired and I feel sorry

Promise me you will weave a new heart for me,
one with bright colors and wool thick.
Honestly I do not think you
Texas to think about nothing as you said
Cortázar said
women think you have done with deftly
to entangle the world in the threads
and leave us all knotted
them all clinging to your
personal design
Come on baby, knitting for me, something that entertains me because I have cold for years, weaving a garment that has at each point a particle you, a dead cell detached from your fingers to spread and multiplied and take an innocent suspect No scarf.

Come on, look at me with those dreamy eyes and dance
to move and I stay watching
as grappling with an implacable enemy
painful
dancing despite yourself to restore balance to the universe

choreography Move bridal doors open as your hips and let me enter the luxurious space reservations for love. I imagine a hall with walls of blue velvet chairs and lips, very red curtains billowing in the wind chases as the lace of your sex
The laces of your sex
open as a sacred text book

Let me read your lips as I open a book open
delicately pose the
my fingertips gently moistened

pose my tongue and go with it the extent of slash-and-glossy pages
pages I want to show me

to release them through the eyes of my tongue
the most unfathomable mystery



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Neyra xii / MMIV / # I



[1] Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Sodom and Gomorrah. Buenos Aires: Ed Pen and Paper, 1999. Trad.: Pedro Salinas. pp. 17.