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
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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
************************ ************************************************** ************************************ Billa
villafunsin@hotmail.com
* rm * ana Morán-adr Kogan, Eduardo Zabala-luc * a non-mond * the * Zabeth
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.
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