Mocha Pocha, kiitos, taskussa puhelinsydän

Kartonkimainosteksti josta kirjoitin muistiin, On the edge of Nigaraguan rainforest, ja josta jatkoin koiraan joka on koulutettu seisomaan istuvaa lintua.

Mocha pocha, kiitos, ilmastoinnissa liikahteleva sämpyläpaperi,
lusikanjälkiä lasikupeissa, suklaanpalasia suunpielestä

ASTUIN SISÄÄN. ISTUIN VAPAALLE PENKILLE. JOKU LAULOI YKSINÄISYYDESTÄÄN JA näytti onnelliselta LAULAESSAAN. LIKAINEN TUKKA, SÄTEILEVÄ NAAMA, VENYNYT VAATE, KEHO, JOKA OLI LÄHDÖSSÄ, mutta pää ei kyennyt liikkumaan muuten kuin suun kohdalta.

Milloin sodassa, milloin rakkaudessamilloin missäkin. Taskussa puhelinsydän jota odotan.
Kosketan, avaan sen.

RIKO SLIIKE, persikat puuttuu.

IN OUR HEARTS KYSEINEN HENKILÖ NIM.MERKKI NASTY HEMORRIDGE VÄHÄN SIINÄ SITÄ ROSKISTA HEILUTTELIT,,, VIRTAA VERI JA OLUT. HOTELLILLA EI OLLUT VIELÄKÄÄN PATJOJA. ONKO MISS FINLANDILLA KOMMENTOITAVAA? IHAN SKANDAALIMAISTA. mitä vittua?

Tänään tajunnanvirtaa + TV-tarjonta yhdistelmäperäkärry. Päivän lause – Hulluudella on miljoonat kasvot; tähän mieheen liittyy parkkipaikalla oleva tumma mersu, josta löytyi tän jätkän lompakko ja katkaistu haulikko. On ollu kaikenlaista projektia. SEIS!! Maahan, maahan!! Otimme hänet kiinni.

sittensittensittensittensittenglad glad, glad, dgal lgda glda agld jne jne

nain lisata hyvaa mielta ja ihmisten jaksamista ja elamanhallintaa.

PAISTINPANNULLA ENNEN OVEN SULKEUTUMISTA JA SANAHARKAN JÄLKEEN, TAI EHKÄ MUISTI VÄÄRIN JA LIIOITTELI KERTOMUSTA, KOSKA RAUTAINEN PAISTINPANNU OSUESSAAN TEKEE PAHAA JÄLKEÄ. LYÖNTI MENI OHI, VOIMAKAS HUITAISU SAMANAIKAISESTI OVEN SULKEUDUTTUA LÄIMÄHTÄEN. OVI VÄLISSÄ. OVESSA KELTAISTA KUVIOITUA LASIA, JONKA LÄPI IHMINEN ON VAIN TUMMA HAHMO, KUKA LIE. EHKÄ SEN HAHMON NIMI OLI JOKU PYHÄ.

Pure selfishness

Your feelings do not interest me one bit. Something whiny small and pathetic, come and suck my dick. You will be greatly rewarded. Don’t you want to be wanted. This is how I want you to want. This is wanting. Instant pleasure which is mine and I want you to give this to me this pleasure. It is a reward in itself. What I want has to be what I want. It is the idea, want and desire in one pure selfishness.

River of no return

How many takes?
She was very sweet. She was a comedian. She was very shy. She was fuck me. She was very uncomfortable. She was convinced, she was not very sexy and pretty. She didn’t have an aura of sexiness about her. There was some magic about her, she would play at it. She would burlesque it. She seemed like a lost child. It seemed to her like Alice in Wonderland and she could not believe it. Anybody was very serious about her. She really felt she didn’t have the inner qualifications to fulfil the image of a sex goddess. She thought that the whole thing was a lie, because it was not her. She would never feel worthy. She was very very difficult. She was vulnerable. She was weak. She was teary. She was struggling. She was falling apart. She was hurt. She was an addict. She was needy. She was difficult. She was in pain. She was adorable. She was drunk. She was nice. She was childlike. She was late. She was lovely. She was hanging on. She was calling me. She was calling everybody. She was caring. She was unprofessional. She was sexy. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was doing the thing that was wanted of her, she was not doing what she wanted.