3submissions of a whore
1)
i have already seen la tulipe
noire,the black violet
neither were they dark violet
hybridizations,no our gaze
was sucked in in the black nothingness
the more wry,
where what was black now originally
flourished festive
in colour the closest to morbidity and
mortality the red
sometimes,mimicking with icy
indifference blood leaked
from veins of the legs or syringed
arms,armpits. black
flowers are deliciously
modern,complexisized,
veritable 'fleurs du mal' yet
worse,commodificationlike
2)
confessions of a whore are like
confessions of such
oilrigoperator and who knows,ever the
two have met,
even beyond or precisely
of,genderdefinition screachingly
feminine vs überrationalist robotic
masculinity,the whore
in the 'copter' towards the oilrig
piper alpha II in full
galore,bob mackie dress cleavage
wrongly over the top
so,very very right. the boilersuited
oilrigoperator manly
as hell,trying a microsurvey of
hookerism either on the
rig or in the bois de bologne
right away,boys gals gays
3)
extremophiles and pica eaterists like
those black flowers
the flights to the oilrig the cheap
businesstalk of the whore
to clientèle,a
pigalle of the piper
alpha,troll or a mexican
hilariously
corroded oildrillingmachine we have to,
bring
these categories closer to each other: pica eating
strangest
things,a bolt on the seaplatform,the extremophile
when
everyone of one of the three shifts is sleeping awake
and
staring in the black sea,the whore a dreamer always
even
if 65 in vegas or LA,blowing anyone for the mirage
.
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