FACING THE WIND

Facing the wind, my nose frosted up and got frostbite. The wind bit it off, chunk by chunk. Then it bit off my cheeks and my lips and my eyebrows and large chunks of my forehead. But my baby loves me so that when she saw she said "c'mere" and pashed me long and hard. All the folks standing around began to vomit at the sight of such a disfigured man being pashed so, my tongue poking out from the lipless teeth and waggling about in her mouth. I would have kindly asked them to take their vomiting elsewhere as the smell was interrupting my amor, but I was too busy kissing.

DRIPPING FROM HER FINGERS

Dripping from her fingers and into the cracks between the piano keys, the dark purple feelings slid inside it and coated the hammers and the strings, getting them sticky and gooey and covered in dark plasmatic erogenous throbbing phantasmosity. Now whenever another played this piano, no matter how bright and sprightly the melody, it hung with an air of slow, lugubrious torment.

DRAMBUIE DRIPPED OFF MY LIPS

Drambuie dripped off my lips, in the shower. I could feel the hot water droplets penetrating right through my skull. It was meeting up with the drambuie droplets and swilling all around inside my head, pickling my brain and making it feel warm and nice. Give it 20 days and my brain will be so tasty, you'll be able to just pluck it out and pop it on a plate with some some blue cheese and some champignons and some prosciutto and your guests will be wowed like wow. And I will be standing there brainless in the shower with my skull cavity overflowing with hot water and drambuie still dripping from my lips.

I CAN'T HANDLE YOUR MAN SCENT

I can't handle your man scent, sent through the air to ruin my life. It floats over the poplar trees, under a dog that tries to bite it as it goes past, through a nail salon, curving up and under the ladies nails, doing a little twirl around each woman, and each is aware of a presence, but the scent is not meant for them. When it finally reaches my nostril, my legs collapse and I lay there dribbling on the sidewalk, knowing I am ruined.

PLUMP AND JUICY BUTTOCKS DANGLING FROM THE BUTTOCK TREE

Plump and juicy buttocks dangling from the buttock tree. As the sun shines into my eyes, i fondle a particularly nice pair. They could be taken down and put on the mantle to eventually rot and stink up the place, they could be eaten, they could be used for salacious purposes, but hanging from the tree here, on this mountain in the andes, they are at their most ripe and beautiful.

THE GARBAGE MAN CAME IN MY FRONT DOOR

The garbage man came in my front door and threw garbage down the hall. "I'm tired of picking up your garbage, you fuck. You got the worst, stinkiest garbage in the whole neighbourhood". Then he went and collected next door's garbage and threw that into my hallway. By 11am, every room in the house was waist deep in garbage. I cowered on top of the kitchen bench, considering my options. At least the mice were happy now. So many scraps to eat.

I FELT MYSELF PULLED INTO THE BLACK HOLE

I felt myself pulled into the black hole. It was an erotic womb that would cradle me and as it tore me apart. It reminded me of other erotic things in life that cradle you as they tear you apart. I wouldn't have it any other way.