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Saturday, 28. July 2007, 09:46:56

Sometimes the best use of words is the result of the worst possible use of words..

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I Love

I love the smell of you.
The smell of your sex, your corners, your cum, your
here we come,
I love my smell of you, in you, after you,
after taking all of you.
Kissing and kissing
taking air from air
always the smell of sex
always love in the making,
in the fighting sex;
The premeditation,
Expectation,
premonition of sex;
the projection,
palpitation,
erection of sex.
Always finding smell in smell,
always meaning
and my primordial brain
in conjugation,
in production,
in reverberation of sex.
I love the smell of you
before and after
and after
and after.
Cum over,
all over
that I love the smell of you,
your sex
my sex.

I hate

I hate your sex in pieces.
all that you give me,
that is all you give me.
I hate you being there,
you wanting her
and her and her.
I hate myself for loving your sex and
you,
you have sex with others,
with ghosts,
with names in synthetic flesh.
You give your sex to others
while I wait
while I wait
while I wait some more, something more,
while I am always waiting for
you,
you loved me, or my flesh,
my wraithlike flesh;
and now,
real as I am
I hate your sex in pieces,
your almost sex,
your sex without sound, soul, sentiment,
your sex that penetrates me,
hurts me
rips me up
sterilises my womb,
your sex that is always,
always
fucking me.

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