Saturday, December 23, 2006

Rabugento, chagrijnig, surmulen.

There are a million things I wish I could say, breathe at the corner of your eyes, but it'll have to wait.

I am not ready to say these things, and you are not ready to hear them.

It is all one very harmless sensation, which cannot be described for the time being.

It is not being talked about.

I want to explore you. Orgasm with words, voices, fingertips.
let's shiver for more than it's worth, one day, when you are prepared.


m.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Paixão



The way trees are shaped and the way they incline, with such great force, was always a mystery to me.
I appreciate trees. They are to be respected and kindly touched.

Strong plants. Significant, massive crystals.

karat should be the unit of measure for the fineness wood deserves.
Fuck gold.