your cock may appear smaller when viewed from above

which implies that probably he appears larger from below. never been in that position, if you have to ask. asking also won't solve the problem... see, the size of your cock might depend on a series of factors when seen by the eyes of a willingful female who desires his oh-almighty power inside her. if she wants you badly, she'll see him a little larger that he actually is, despite the relative position. she might see him as both a tool of pleasure and one of pain, and in that case she probably would see him larger than life itself, too much for her poor little pussy to handle. she'll also see some spikes and metal parts darting off his skin, when pain becomes more than pleasure. and i'd have to say that this is NOT good.

maybe she's drunk as a skunk on spring break, and then, at the slightest error of performance or pumping capacity, she'll see him as small as he was when he (and you) was just a hairless bean painted in red. and then she might laugh at him... or maybe she's just too hungry for him. she wants more and more and more, maybe two of then. HEY! hold on, he was made for being the solo artist in this show, and then he'll really appear smaller after this kind of proposal...

it's always the same cock. how do you see him, it doesn't matter at all.

coisa velha

penso que muito se pensa sobre si mesmo, mesmo se sendo só um segundo nesse tempo lento do universo inteiro. então eu paro penso e sinto o chão me engolindo por inteiro, em vão lutando pra ser um só enquanto o universo me quer de volta ao seu vazio imenso.

(circa 2006)

a dialética do sexo

sócrates sabia, certeza
sabedoria sobre a selva
nada vale
vago, vejo longe
o véu do vaso vazio
puta que pariu
essa mina só manda merda
tange o tétrico
mas trepa como cadela no cio
por carne, cala-te
dane-se o dialético
e fodam-se as filosofias
te pareço um porco machista?
veja tudo como eu vejo a vulva
e verás que na vil vaidade
vive um parasita
ou isso, ou punheta...

mount olympus

in the speed of thought
I say
never look back
never walk away

at the feet of gods
I understand
charge to attack
save the prayer

born to be more
join your brothers
into the sand

be what is meant to be
the world is ours
time will see

succubus song

to hell I have been
a crimson dream
of demons unseen
come clean, oh Baal
I consider myself guilty
take me through thy trail
take me off this reality
oh succubi, drain me dry
won't drop but a single tear
pry me open, helpless and dying
leave me without hope and fear
wounds close but never heal
hellbound, timeless ordeal
for the sin of lust I am here
always will, always been

she moves

the way she moves
arms 'n' legs, everywhere
one to the groove
sister, mère
votre père stands still
feel, it stiffens, and now you hear
the casual scream
and those noises, delicious noises
of children being made

you cannot say we haven't tried
in fact, i came inside
and don't regret it
never regret it

tomorrow, one pill sold for the drug-store
a little more blood to the toilet seat
and we're set

dance of dead

the dead can dance
senses cold, hands in blood
it stains the floor
"move ye can no more!" ye shout
but it cannot hear ye plea
and like in those geas of old
it reaches your throat
kills ye three-fold
and yet ye still walk
the dead can walk