Thursday, September 30, 2010

Stranger: u?
You: 24 beirut
Stranger: im sorry but i don't know wat that is
You: it's an amazing type of ice cream
Stranger: ooooohhhhhh sounds yummy
You: yea, well i come from a yummy place
Stranger: where?
You: beirut
Stranger: hi asl
You: 12 f hornyland
You: you baybee?
Stranger: ok
Stranger: im not a pedophile so bye
You: assalamu alaykom
Stranger: HI
You: wats up?
Stranger: wtf?
Stranger: what does that mean
You: peace be upon you
You: up?
Stranger: in..?
You: in terrorist.
Stranger: in turkish?
Stranger: haha
You: haha. close, so u're armenian?
Stranger: nooo
You: well, turks have the terror aesthetic..and needed religion to qualify
Stranger: hi
You: hey
You: Stranger is typing...
Stranger: hey is for horses, ha m or f
You: hey is a friendly hi in some cultures.
You: m
You: ahlein.
You: hey
You: wat u up to
Stranger: Impure hearts stumble
You: true.
You: pure ones too
Stranger: In my hands they crumble
You: oh baby..
Stranger: And fragile and stripped to the core
You: more plz
You: emhm
Stranger: I can't hurt you anymore
You: *applause*
Stranger: Loved by numbers,
You: more?
Stranger: You're losing life's wonder
You: ok
Stranger: Touch like strangers detached
Stranger: I can't feel you anymore :(
You: yea. cuz im broed.
You: bored*
Stranger: wanna sex?
Stranger: where r u from
You: beirut
Stranger: where is it
You: lebanon
Stranger: where is that
You: sandwiched between israel and syria
Stranger: so u are the cream in the sandwich
You: im the sandwich.. they're sort of paper wraps

viva istanbul

via the lovely

Friday, September 24, 2010


i walk around. things i do. and walk around, whatever i do. i still walk their walk, and when i speak, i use their talk - i walk around. and everything i do. things i have done - as i twist back to the blue, i see that same straight line.

be a good girl/boy

...and forget that you are a girl/boy.

how to make a good spanish omlette:
make it for someone

i know that timeframe/period/.. has a share - and what have you - but the thing is, madonna's SEX book is a little needle that borderlines the entertainment industry.. ok, controversy - but with a book titled SEX, there's a shitload of drama that it decides not to encounter - and with the rocket that this thing is already riding on, the only thing related to SEX in the missed oportunity of thinking about it.

it's an interesting book. it's a coffeetable book, but who does that anymore, make some coffee and decided whether you are turned on or not -

i'll re:SEX [MADONNA] in a bit 

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

you will not take it out of context

when i tell you that Picasso said, "Art is the lie that tells the truth." -- we are not defining art, or claiming it is containable within the boundaries of the quote - this is not the point - it just struck me, the nature of things - that we search for the wrong things - we search for truth - and things behind masks, and things under rocks ..and the et cetera-s 

fish in the sea, you know exactly what i mean - but i don't speak fish

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

the tenth time i cum, it's a

< blank post >

but i can fill a cup. 

of text, obviously. it has been a while, and things have been rather greasy - a remix of stagnancy, sounding like nothing but itself, in reverse retrospect - hence claiming credit for its contemporary delirious sense of self, and i sit..i sit and i look at this cup - my cup, and i drink -

sex and violence

and you lay back, arched - back arched - slight incandescent shadows that eradicate any sense of presence under you, in this room - as you lay back - i begin to see you, through slips of lack - absences of light - and as you arch more for me, abstinence is everything i will dishonor, my pride - your pride and everything in between -

i am not done yet