Aveam de raportat un abuz...

frica mea fata de frica pe care o ai fata de frica mea pentru tine... era rece... si imi ahtiasem camera cu un baudelaire ready-made si stiam ca telefonul nu poate pleca cu tine... in dupa-amiaza aceea, valurile s-au ciobit de fereastra... a curs otel printre buzele tale si nu stiam daca o caldura ca cea din visinele dianei m-ar fi determinat sa te cred... credeam in asteptarile mele si in afectiunea refulata... credeam ca vom renunta si ca m-ai acuzat atunci si acolo... esti snob si nu vedeai ca invidia ta se fofilase in conul jeansilor mei... si m-ai urat la fel de mult pe cat mi-am iubit eu tenesii a treia zi... atunci am stat intr-un colt de pat dominat de femei ce isi contorsionau bratele in alb si negru... si in gheata din pahar mi-am scrasnit dintii de platitudinea noptilor fecunde si a paharelor cu vise americane...

si vroiai particularizarea emotiilor, cand sentimentele ti le risipisesi in mania infierilor tacite... a doua eternitate e rezervata numai sensurilor giratorii am zis...

then i thought i was supposed to haunt you... you had your luggage attached to one half of your eyebrow and robert had a huge scar down the right angle of that camera... you always looked nice with electric blood drops on your arcade, you had me simpering... you didn't know i believed you felt more than visionaries did... i thought you're lips looked nice even in white in that self-proclaimed sickness... i couldn't care that much for a number, but it was great... it was sweet, you said...
snatch your anxiety and fumble towards ecstasy... sarah? she's back from montreal... she doesn't know this much, but her cell's still ringing you know... i said she doesn't contort her hands... what about light bulbs you said...
there's a field of light bulbs in walter de maria’s raincoat... and he's been wrapping your luggage in yellow and red ever since I said... and i remembered pseudo-hollywood on top of a crater, left of the mountain, siding with your room on the top floor, behind the breezing quarrel and the sea of pelicans... concrete you said... i wouldn't feel it because i thought blooming tulips match the center of your lips... and the left of my nipple...

then why do flames look good on people?... it’s because they aren’t watching you said… and I felt vulnerable for the hundredth time and I believed strabismus is only a reason to be particular about the way you feel about the world…