Species jojo Horatius with canine teeth 6,3 cm (dominating feature) so tragic

because death is so close by, I’m turning left
seize to exist for a moment, feeling uneasy, little bit, 

like ever, nose bleeding ungodlike, ears bleeding I 

looking for a tissue, sleeve, back of my hand, index finger, spit 

It won’t find me nor I
not even smell of me nor my path 

(I just asked are you disappointed at something since you seem
to discard everything to move on without hesitation) notes: About heavy metal and other parts of me, it is about dying and 

feeling very much
feeling much, much like an animal looking at people 

filled with emotions like fright 

feeling the energy of young men and adoring it. They are not ashamed of
anything nor turning anywhere 

feeling straight through anything 

Boy with a boxer’s nose./Sovereignty in a cloud.

sovereignty in the cloud
Fighting giving meaning in us, for us to structure the world and make it maybe simpler, maybe better. Fights making us and making us do good and bad. To write about good and evil: it is clear to me that I stand on the side of good. Why is that so clear? Does my origin, ideas, gender, age, skin color, profession(s), art, deeds, tell how good a person I am? What deeds, characteristics tell my quality of goodness or evilness? That is what I think now, because I’m not so sure. What is good and just, it is that I have chosen to realize and do as I see fit and they serve me, my idea of good for me. Do I take the rest of the world into consideration in my goodness? To choose and accomplish, it is a question of self and losing self, not to make only what your self desires, not only letting your need to want to want. Decide what is good. Tastes good, makes you feel good. Is my body that decides since I must eat, sleep, drink and follow? It decides much for me as do my feelings. My feelings and sentiments, gut telling me which paths to follow. Telling me something about good, what might be good to do. 

New innovative lipstick

New innovative lipstick

Pakistani woman smoking, acrylic on canvas, 2019

Clitoris

Do you dare?
Masochistic need to destroy yourself, the child. Like ever and never going away.
Do you dare to look at it? To look. It is down to earth. It is a thing, it is a fright and strange layers of pleasure.
Perversions and something worth trying, even saying it is an ache. Desire to let go of consequences, of obligations, of anything
but dirty ideas. 

Corporeal signals, corporal punishments, missions in mincer.

Corporeal signals, corporal punishments, missions in mincer.

Corporeal signals, corporal punishments, missions in mincer
June 22nd, 2013 

It is rude. It is vividly bestial, ferocious, human. Checked the dictionary, cruel has many synonyms.
There are numerous ways of manifesting nuances, tones, bones, parts to play. 

Sacred terror like hiding as a game,
front sweet hereafter, door in your children, door to your children, it is open.
Of course you can see the holy untouchables, mountains they clime. Soft sugar and his name that sat on him was dead, 

hell followed him. Orange afterglow, how to, to know
stupid concepts of correctness, accuracy, just and just that
feel the hate creating a human god. 

Ekpyrosis. Beautiful word. 

Synonyms for clime from Merriam_Webster

Synonyms https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/clime#synonyms

(in this poem I have used the word clime as a verb and interestingly it is pronounced the same way as climb. Maybe it is ok, maybe it is weird, the better.)

Blowing up juoru