it's a bit like listening to the soundtrack from
the lost boys: cry little sister...
eyes that feed off of eyes...
  *** where no word is spoken...

a ******* where two prostitutes are clean...
one puts on a ******... then takes it off...
the other puts on a ******... then takes it off...

no rubber hand-job...
"vampire" in the shadows...
werewolf in the moonlight...
all these trees... horrid summer...
come autumn and the perfumes of the rot of leaves,
it's sickly sweet allure!

i need these days to pass:
i need the eternal night...
   i need to hide from all this daily fatigue
of supposed productivity...
i hunger for the blood dripping from
the moon...
  give me: stille und nacht!
gib mir stille und der nacht!
  
                der kalte(r) schatten...
   ein kuss zu küssenzweimal!

argh!
              
             give me pardon to become
a monster! i need it... i feed off of it already!
i'll ******* die aged 70 and still be charged
like a Duracell bunny aged
mid 30s... which is sort of unfair...
i was... trully... hoping... starting a train model
scheme... collecting stamps...
what can you do?
      how i have had to mute my sexuality...
gay-pride brigades seem sort of funny...
no... really... funny: ha ha...

              gays are no less divergent from
heterosexuals...
         they're the same old hypocrites...
boring *******...
i'm so *** starved that the use of latex gimp suits
sort of puts me off...
what do i like?
oral ***... slurping on the oyster agenda...
having one's hair pulled...
having one's ears pulled...
like Lucifer being reborn...
                  
   i simply can't get enough of a woman's genital parts...
after all... didn't i come out of one?!
now me... slurping into one?
lodging my nose into one?
tongue nose and lips...
               it's ******* pristine eroticism...

it's almost as if i'd want to eat the un-edible...
the expressions on her face...
it's almost as if: she was never a foetus to ever
begin with...
i might be hallucinating but at the same time
i'm facing up to reality...

eh... women exploring ***...
it's so boring... they feel so angst-prone...
*** as retribution...
          i was born yesterday...
hello: new you... hello new me...
oh... what a kind offer...
              let's touch: let's go crazy...
my god... the comparison to counter scraping
your finger-tips on bricks to later translate
the same effort of touch onto a naked body
of a woman...

             i see no death:
beside the inability to live among...
all those that pretend both.