Category: love
CHARLOTTE and ANA, my newest french loves .
welcome home, MARIA
une partouze des mains
the morning i got up to begin this book i coughed . something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me . i broke the thread which held it and yanked it out . i went back to bed and said: i have just spat out my heart .
there is an instrument called the quena made of human bones . it owes its origin to the worship of an indian for his mistress . when she died he made a flute out of her bones . the quena has a more penetrating, more haunting sound than the ordinary flute .
those who write know the process . i thought of it as i was spitting out my heart .
only i do not wait for my love to die .
– ANAÏS NIN, house of incest
“who could change the hearts of men?”
let me worthily defile the pages
above quote by HENRY MILLER
ambiguity is sexy.
as are men people that take chances.
sundaze.
welcome CHARLOTTE.
if i bury this message deep into the wet earth
maybe, somehow,
it will reach you .
you’ll feel it course through you,
it will enter at your feet
and perhaps dance around your toes .
save me
“in the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female .”
– CYRIL CONNOLLY