February 11, 2012 § Leave a Comment
“As she unbuttoned the cell the clouds cleared the sight confronting the scene to be obliged
just as humid chances would rise from ceilings being expelled as tastes where chewing the skins.
It was one of these times we thought that could temper the day by passing it quickly.
We had to rush to catch the train, she was dressed, yes, but only as towels cover a child after being bathed
to refresh the baby keeping it just warm enough for health and tightness of love mother could share.
(As her name was not known, he only was about to leech for her tongue to spell the word of his desire)
We entered just right on time, still all in rage of being a fire lit after nights of passion spilling the need to
vinyl that had been created to capture the love trying to get “a life” at first. The air was sticky…”
- undRess Béton
January 15, 2012 § Leave a Comment
“Like a ludicrous face had been observing the spam of hypnotized bones crossing the edge of her knee her nostrils wagged out,
breathing like the dragon was biting the snake converting it cycloid back to enemas at their hospitals overcrowded pissoirs.
I know you won’t buy but you will have to read this ad in order to step outside as raging lust only wishes to be naked
in sense of death appearance passing the ticket, hiding the costs of crosses pointing the wrong way.” – undress Béton (on date to date)
(video Footage from THE CASTLE OF DOOM (1934))
(Voice: Aroa Ferrer San Andrés & Jaan Patterson)
July 3, 2011 § Leave a Comment
The printer shifted her to the other edge recycling the used stamp on her breasts similar to juicing oranges went memorial after passing out.
At the 7th stage, I believe even 8th they dramatically switched their sober will to seek for the toilet police at airports con carne du pont-
“It said the door was written only to the wall you see, you must watch the steps, them only are overrated” he wished a comb desperately.
The pain, gasping for breath just left. He missed the pockets, the lap, those places once a man goes to stay craving the pick on wounded heels!
Addicted to a lush life, as hermano Peraferróa La Pared hatched up only on things as advertisements try to eat our souls, and not ONLY ONCE
in a time, as ever suddenly stop caring about it’s role as retriever of death only, so why those arms skinny telling us the sun is ours?
Landscapes of marks calling for questions what is with her device., a tide behind your face telling me smiles.
It was of sudden behavior acting like a clown at rage such as Lux P0G0 were always proclaiming passing blessings!
Despair and crocodiles leaving thunder marks on his skin returning just as leafs twisting the weather faith all through the tartan firing his blood
passing Carrie Beckett’s restful dreaming the unproblemathematical of her thighs shown to his public eyes wishing to finally paying only to her attention!
Tested as ‘Very God’ by polishment fools wearing desks as souls in front of their faces it made a wonderful family picture of passionated seat farting
creatures trying to tell lies to the can spreading his disease of summer’s dress wearing drunken velvet horses dreaming drowning in sweat and words
of her lobes referring to falling, escape like a bird- a burst. INHALE long row to walk as no point is to be made.
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A drunken master defined the cloth as shown on TV-
Weird enough the ball erupted as she touched it.
“Die Kunst der Anderen” it said on the mirror screaming into my faceless container.
By the way, it was the same book we all had used as blanket wanting more of the martyr’s silk, the second the umbilicalis got cut.
June 5, 2011 § Leave a Comment
today I feel splashing roses leaves crumbling my soul into their color fading when t(h)orn away from hearts
only winds call my names of all them to force me into scuffled mind
a knife returns telling me with smiles on steel to be sure it’s real now a line between then-
Anemoi turns to me to reveal the mortal eye, I will run over your emotions,
I will tear out your soul
you will have to search ever
your heart only accepts it’s lush life put the blade to skin and write your tears
a passionate cut along the wrist makes sense in needs towards your tender hold tearing me in half-
so reflecting particles give appeal to light the hemoglobin across desires stresses pain runs as water should
along the muscles squirting to light the fire beyond borders separating us it seeds
then again a struck of lightening threatens my vision, I feel my soul is in vain
a welcomed repetition as infinitio described to us
the bullets of eyes besides knocking the fire to listen the spark
tossed synapses squinted under door slips smell of desire cramping smiles as ideology in matters of trust
‘she has been there’ he told them, it was though anytime more than weird being all of sudden behind
the tender fist would touch reality-
as smacked to mornings after treasures had been spoken to us, we had changed the fierce laughter to lust
a red squirt took part after passing blades dressed as brides to be slaughtered through lies.
as hundred years might have passed, no one would count like this,
but in fact of useless time it was it to reveal the glimpse of it’s self, I as matter was blushing.
Her hair was calling for rewired melodies, it felt such as time was of no importance
all of sudden fire was making the chance of light bringing the hours to seas we swim.
A hunger for long as touched skin melted through sweat burning love touching deepest part of it-
Smelling burnt, reloaded to scam the part I wished to observe, he called for help it was only flames torching
hands as lingers then flares upon it again, it dwelled, like the gods once as shivers were engraved to history-
He called for the suns being dressed as Queens thirsting for desert revelations through their relieves of love
bringing love to life and cutting the threat in half through invitations of milk plate descriptions.
As I was wishing the finger would cross my breast leaving the trail of the devil signing his contract
for de will of I will to leave unfold my skin to be observed as burred mind being used to observe the poison
envy, threshold of scattered looks- the spine could only crack now, it lit the pipe, them dropped;
as_rep. (she already knew…) it whipped the range across all tears smacking longings teasing pinched
sounds reading her eyes.
there’s fascination, fascism schism the muscles appear again cramping their noise as heard unwanted
behaviors but they are endeavored to release cells,- when will the time
what unmentioned stupid question they served to answer the force, I felt never guilty to squirt my face
however and the cows where flying already to speak of the truth they felt, it was silly
a piano was acting like thoughts towards mirrors being spilled to corners making the dress seem flattered
another while, so how come they called the cops, it felt like trash crushed to iris trendy purses we smiled.
From wooden appearance offshore refreshing touches would sign her hand finally, it became composed
as nails slit throats of sideways and other travelers- it felt ugly sticky
he lived a lush life, so what
she crumbled the paths to make it glow
bits of bites where desire compressed through wires exalting the needs to burn
returned to sensual purged feelings victorians return to disgust-
para que solve reputations along square tortured nihil machine
5 stars pointed the way to the 4 receipting the order medicine
the cobblestone would awake me bumping the scene as hit by light smacking aim
her arms would tangle my neck to her indulged wish of their comfort
a door opened, it felt like metal cutting my legs, the ceiling was gone
a leg appeared
chtulu r’yley jaja knee fur mine
rekoon them are open
i held ovens handle, the time to heat it was up.
‘he pushed the frozen pizza to hell’
thinking about future it was only burning
‘i lost weight’ he said, I might be matching the light through shutters soon.
followed by lips of night and day they all suffered at will
i got lost a day of mine
triangle forte became his hair to dress as roje reverted file
y tu why not
you wish to cut your throat at men’s sins, a shiver she felt, a heart filled by fear of questions
recognize the you or shield the force to pass the smiles to rotten angel spells of moans yearning-
a string of sleep returns as protection of desire stretches the chord he felt it was only as meant
spikes in toes they stepped upon the face to see the truth was it only as mentioned?
right on not the way to move to make understood what had to be told. did it matter in this part of history
however the LED went of display behaviors so it wasn’t anything to bother anymore
a block further a wonderful mother called my name it felt like incest admit
we chatted for joy and seeking lines beyond’est underwear’s characters
it just felt mastered by thrown crowns of love cut in parts revealing rays of bitten necks shown to windows
puppets dancing to the queen we smiled after years of capturing the heat, it was terrible-
infants were as us in canned disgust after breaking the neck of dada towards heaps in piles as well
escaping is simple in raise of wounds describe chances leaving patterns through scars divide the point
a clean toilet was the measure in cups as eggs fell from their ceilings shells crossing streets as caretakers
you know HOW
thirsting bleeding tongues dragging the soul to invade painting the dream of clean sheets rep.
the carpet was already full of blood he stabbed the crowd starring tears of cold winds
hey Sun, where you’re going with that ray of yours leaving my pockets of love crying for names at tracks
empty gone home ones
fear kiss after songs and cats being yelled through mirrors undressing the scene; a choir appears.
past, was I arrested thirsty of yours tongues smelling only melting flames down throats-
a torch being tossed to faces not watching the spark would only melt upon this spectacle
absolutely drunk a face starred at the truth and watching disaster take place warming the nest of iris
she felt ill, he was not aware.- sour pulp pillow was her rain towards measuring
sitting near the playground
a miniature desirable sense made aware of how magnetic skirts would seem to work past future
i would only be trusted telling my sun of her desire spreading legs at any age I felt pervert
a warm shower made it real to see coming down as curtains covered the scene
~ Jaan Patterson on date to date