I woke up in motion

I woke up in motion… sun is not giving in, a sweet reminder that summer is still here. This concrete jungle is still brewing, ever changing and dictating a beat of its own. Even in this vastly polluted environment nature is present through a complexity, conditions and systems created by us. The human hive is restless, always rushing and moving in a trance region, trying to adapt, chasing; dependant on the interaction between ourselves. This city becomes an effect of countless simultaneous processes guided only by our imagination and needs. Our need for more, relentless law of our nature pushing us somewhere, anywhere, elsewhere. Global evolution of life deprived of symmetry, unstable and coincident, irreversible by means of entropy… unknown picturesque fundaments of who we are, of where we’re going.

I woke up in motion… this city is calling me, so I leave my high hide and storm out exactly in the middle of it :)

Death in Japan :)

This woman appears in the blink of an eye, radiant presence conquering all, tireless playful sovereign of a man’s heart. She brings me towering infernal fires in her hands, a diabolical reminder that this summer is not hot enough. Her look is focused not only on me, but in me, as if she’s some sudden storm cleaning every layer of my personality, shaping me according to her desires. And she desires, yearns in deep craving… a savage woman, warrior woman – my Valkyrie, a most welcoming doom. And I become that offering she accepts with the graces of her deranged intentions, my body and soul – her total dominion, to twist and ruin until ends of time, until death in Japan:)

I stand guard, here on the threshold of her, firm in my believe to protect her dreams and well being from any harm unless it comes from me;) In my humble glory she becomes the privilege of adoration, darkly and wicked, the way it’s only meant to be, designed to be… created with lust in our insatiable souls, by the both of us – we, sexual fanatics, extremists one for another;)

The world that matters

Suns are extinguished, and from the remains new ones are created. Space is revolving in the dead of the night, dancing forevermore. The world is on the brink of something, still green and blooming. Clouds are somewhere hiding and time zones are still counting time. Lives pass by and others are born. People are occupied with the rush of the everyday living, moving step at the time toward: feelings, goals… This heat boiling our blood, reminding us that we’re forged in fire. Summer, it smells exactly like in the middle of it:)

And I’ve got just a single place to go… close and closer to you. So that I can close my eyes and never feel tired again;)

Summer sting

Periodic beats measuring motion, quaking sensations violate structures fucked up with graffiti on the walls, testing them. The beat is the source, an overwhelming white noise; twisted omen for living in sin, at least for a while longer… when in summer!

This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around. Surprising need, welcome as flames of hell;) 

Demented condition, not waiting patiently as the prey does, but hunting as famished predators do… hunting for you;)

Ars Diaboli

Existential imperfection on a bloody Sunday afternoon, so properly fucked, it’s beyond any recognition of an afternoon. Disruptive thoughts unclear in their resolution, only because of their confusing origin. Heat upon existent heat wave maiming me and leaving marks on my consciousness, and through this sweat something aches to get out of me; again, with an unclear intention.

Total disharmony of industrial sounds screaming loud from the speakers, aggressive fucking remainders that the sun is not what it once used to be – all good. Pictures of explicit violations in the front lobe of my wicked mind, diabolical intention of committing a heinous crime, crime against myself. 

And in this despicable forest of naked branches, I think of the reasons for all this profanity of such ongoing deranged thoughtful deconstruction of myself… A woman, devilish woman – oh, you can bet that sweet ass, you’re going to pay for all of this;)