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a grotesque ride

she was back on the
dark nave of a late baroque
church bringing fresh flowers and a
louis vuitton onion head box.

i brought
her the key to her 1959 convertible
and she took me for a ride, again
still a lousy driver.

the desperately descending
images of
her going down on me at the beach
projected from the elaborated painting
on the ceiling took
another turn as we went
sinking down the road of the 18th century.

"how was lunch?" she asked
i said, "it was so good i stained my clothes."

the familiar scent of alcohol tainted the air,
oh we are so banal.
she took the excited saint theresa by the hand and
we went traveling.

she s

WHEN WE WERE ALL FAIRIES.my lady sat on
the edge of the old romanesque bench
and took a sequence photo using her
bright red oktomat.

she used to be a fairy
down and dressed in coco chanel
drenched in decaying musky vanilla.

drench me with the colour of vanilla.

the sky bowed down
"they painted me blue!" he said,
but i disbelieved him.

the lights went out
she turned on the projector
"kill me," she said,
but she had been dead years ago.

french salad dressings on my chin
mm it's delicious.
she sat me down before a bottle of barolo
put a striped bendable straw in
and made me watch the sequence over and over again.
"it's killing me," i said,
but i kno

slash ichi, san, go.

the night before was a bit of a blur.
he didn't bother to knock
his buttery broad shoulders were
covered in clean white kimono.
long fingers at the end of the sword.

i broke easily,
but not easier than paper doors.
"hello, murderer," i said i was
i was appalingly, shamelessly impolite.

he tasted somewhere among

saltwater (the sweat)
vinegar (the sex)
daikon (the thread securing his fundoshi)
and...
sake
(...maybe he really did have some drinks before.)

he stayed as the moon stayed
but left before dawn came.

it was yet another day.

slash one, three, five.
a 100 to 85
burn, burn.

he came for me to the

buck teeth and manual driving.the buck-teethed boy
handed over his carkey.
he said, "i trust you in this."
of course, he had every sensible reason to overreact,
i'm a lousy driver.

we started on the first gear,
i released the gas pedal in panic and
the car engine went dead.

"relax, relax," he half chuckled, half trying to keep patient,
"you've done this before, haven't you?"
i nodded.

so we started again.

the acceleration went brutally slow,
so i took him into a light conversation.

"do you like candies?"
"no, i get giddy."

"do you swim?"
"no, i'm scared of drowning."

then suddenly we appeared in a horizonless grey desert.
by now we were already going 5,

shh.the sound of silence had longed to enter my canals.

you see, it has been a while.

the sound of debauchery as we wept
and the sound of alcohol as we sinned.
the noise of my accelerated footsteps
and the music of my sweat.

i see, frankly,
however long i've run
i would still be standing in your eyes,
wouldn't i?

the sound of the black plastic rubbish bag.
the noise of the church on silent water.
and the music of my alveolis popping in disarranged orders.

the sound of silence had longed to enter my canals
as i had longed to tour my own mind.

tell me,
how would you like me served?
as i finally hear the silence.

ah, finally.

morning bus.

the morning bus was cold.

i had a bad imagination
where an evil professor tried to
freeze us all to death
here.

of course, it was just a plain cold bus
nothing fancy.

he forgot to visit my dream last night,
he, my little neurotic suicide boy.
but we had a frotteur sex
before i fell asleep.

he was right, i
i was goddamn cold.
i forgot that i could see so many beautiful things.

the sound of paper,
the music of the traffic,
or just us humping.
it all disappeared, i drifted to sleep and death.

the morning bus was cold, as usual.

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tell me i'm hot.by ~boykiller

Cartoons & Comics / Traditional Media / Cartoons / Drawings

©2005-2013 ~boykiller

cause i really am... no, say whatever.
it's really been a while since i draw this kind of character...i've been doodling the short kid girl image for so long. anyway...

>> charcoal on sketch paper.

~cindydwianjani Oct 25, 2007

gambarnya lucu bgt hehehe

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~yayaaja Apr 7, 2005

ini keren sekali..
aku suka..
gambar tangan pula!
keren!
mirip elo say
hehe...

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~boykiller Apr 8, 2005

asyiik trims! pengennya sering2 gambar kyk gini...tapi apa daya kata dosenku aku suruh gambar rumah terus...

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~yayaaja Apr 8, 2005

haha...
hidup arsitek!
hehe...

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~rockandrollmafia Mar 11, 2005

itu siapa ndut? bagus kok

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~boykiller Mar 11, 2005

itu aku! bhehehe...gak mirip ya

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