Saturday, March 24, 2007

the beheadables 1/3

snow never falls here. i’s just you, shaking, shivering. shedding the coldness like too old a skin.

his cock tasted like silver, the silver of the old forks at your grandmother’s place on christmas day while they said the prayer and you thought of taking your brother on the table.

images M.A.R.I.A. words W.O.L.F.


Blogger junior said...


5:26 pm  
Blogger emily previn said...

fuck YEAH!!


5:36 pm  
Blogger richard eichmann said...

Stark imagery, both written and visual. I love it when you two work together.

1/3, does that mean there are more on the way? Because I hope so.

6:02 pm  
Blogger wolf said...

yes, six all in all, so thats four more, two posts, gee, heres for arythmetics :-)

6:06 pm  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

i feel like doctor frankenstein. and this monster is wonderful. so much talent here and you two certainly work very well together.

9:30 pm  

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