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mirror

bronze mirror with carved figures:
the Dioscuri (Dioskouroi, Διόσκουροι) under a star
second half of III century b.C.
by differx

the coco tale

this is the sad coco

she is the weeping monkey

the sad coco is sad

she’s the saddest monkey ever

coco is sad enough

as to stay in a poem

or at least in this one here.

i call her and i tell her

coco, stay here, in.

she is shy and sad and she feels

her place is right in here,

in the poem, the coco poem.

this is the coco one.

which is sad as well.

which is sad as a well.

ah ah, says coco, reading.

hk hk, i say, writing.

isn’t it a deepweep well?

isn’t it so? yes, it is so.

is that all? oh,

no, let me add now that

i’m eating coco alive

swallowing the shitty shyness

and all the fucking sadness.

this was the coco poem

who never wrote to me.

 

by differx

oxp

Experience
Chi Rho
Cross Polarization
Cross-Platform
Exophoria
Expandable
Expansion Pack
Experience Points
Experimental Prototype
Explosion Proof
Extended Platform
Extended Play
Extra Performance
Extreme Performance
Extreme Programming
Plans and Programs
Xeon Processor
Xeroderma Pigmentosum
Xperience
Xtreme Prejudice

by differx

kill the jelly jolly, infect the zombie, rip the monster, chirp and dance on the high branches

french frank cappuccio, the renowned leviathan, shows his gross nipples, pretending the open vid filmmaker wendy venìs be soon getting in – shooting.

the set is ready. there are posters on the walls. brittiney clip flashes. ruth, the old mediterranean goddess, can be seen through a white shell. bioshock. her drunken stepfather holds her hand and chirps merrily while hanging upside down: he is bleeding, a knot of hooks grasping his heels.

respective libidos at only a fraction of the price.

she doffs a lot of revealing clothes.

she had an ear infection and she felt the tabasco would clear her.

pip tells the uncensored oral history of punk eaters: 2 3 1 134345 12 456 5 6 767 1212 123 8 9 03456 2345 12123478 4 [+] [!]

the most innocent of ingrid adventurers. we hunt them, we kill them.

we usually infect one family per day.

“infinite infamy ingres” – that’s what we wrote on our truck. we don’t know wtf it means.

plus i’m monster food. i’m coming up with something new. my skin was covered in acne that would burst, bleed and get infected.

i won’t be escaping the paparazzi, but they seem they’re not hunting me.