A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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1 comment:
Κυριακάτικο μπορεί να οριστεί το ξημέρωμα εκείνο, που κάθε αγόρι θά ‘θελε να σβήσει τσίτσιδο με ένα κορίτσι σε ρόλο πυροσβέστη, ένστολο να τον καίει με πύρινα λόγια την ώρα που τον σβήνει. Σε κάθε άγγιγμα του διακόπτη θέλει να πέφτουν οι ασφάλειες και αυτή να τις σηκώνει. Κυριακάτικο είναι το ξημέρωμα που οι δυο τους χώθηκαν ακόμα πιο βαθιά σε όλη την οδύνη της ηδονής τους, παράδοξα ικανοποιημένοι κι οι δυο από το σύμπτωμά τους, χαμένοι ανάμεσα σε λαμπάκια, διακόπτες, πίκρα, απόλαυση και τοίχους, ταυτόχρονα γεμάτοι και άδειοι, ταυτόχρονα μόνοι και μαζί. Έτσι, κανένα σαββατόβραδο δεν ξέχασε το άλλο πλέκοντας εκ νέου το σύμπτωμά τους. Το σύνθημα του τοίχου φέρει μισή σημασία.
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