Patrick Arias

I walk with the fingers on the border of the glass. ISTUMBLE. WaterOf the sea of North. In the other hand I grip a feather. EightHundred Forty One Kilometers separate us. Lifebelt for fingers.

Sofiya Loriashvili

When my D died I lived in Louisiana. Or maybe in Russia, Brjansk. Memory disappoints me. I peed in bottles that you destruct with a limp lazy cock.

Wowa Romaniuk


7EYES. Library.

I WANT TO scream from the highest BOOK. that I HATE. THE WORM.


Cam Schilla

I ripped up a page of the diary that

remembered me like the 27th from

two years ago.


Yesterday evening the stage was one



A kiss in the snow, a kiss in the pub.

Pick me up and let me dance.


Sky blue wall that I bite and spit up on a cyan dish where I cried liquids. I have a cold. I should grip your ass boy. I should squeeze your breast girl. Boys at the park run. They trip. A cigarette on the highest branch.

Libertad Photos

Small room for rent. Small hotel room tiny tiny. When the wind is blowing, the fall gets inside. When you breathe, while I touch you, I sing a song about winter. Jump out of bed.

Margarito de la Guetto

You had a songbird and you were different from the pile // on the night table an apple went off. You tried to do the tightrope walker on Sunday morning but then you realized quickly that it was nothing special. For your anniversary put more wish candles than how old are you on that apple.

Johan Nieuwenburg

The rattling. Old cameras on


Dizzy Dirty  Spider. Tarantula.

Dirty Dirty Pussy & Dirty 

Dirty Cock.

Dirty socks in my mouth 

when when when I say I love.

Marc Blackie

Iron Muzzle at first Date. A

butterfly knife when you

fainted in the park due to the

fear of the new day.

Together we sharpened that

blade. The knife grinder

called Frank and he sneezed

when he introduced himself.


Damien Bouffault

Language you speak.

Understanding of dead



A war between ronin.

When we talk about night.


Canines. Moorland. Tagliasti

la gola al racconto notturno.

Holm's profile unda a cross.

So windy outside.


TooLoud. Vibra terreno se tu parli. Armenian. Ti sento. Orc. Angriffe: 4stars for Poignee Griffe.

Sharif Meghdoud

Remo. Oar. Navigo. Jugend.

Huge. Jugend. Tile. Hide in.

Tile. Tales.

Geiler Scheiss

Created by boredom that

you were eating under the

sun concealed by the fog. A

slimy veneer calmed you

down. When, biting my lip,

bled to death.


Infernal Void

"The cat is hiding. In the graveyard at night. Your pronunciation sinks. Straight to my mind. A fertile cat gives birth. On your grave at night."

The Ljilja

Ripped page from the testament. Correct name. Presence of forks. She spoon-fed me with her waste. Fork in the calf. Amen.

Giulia Agostini

When she was cutting her fingernails of her right hand, she used to count the seconds that. Then she put on the red of Persia nail-polish thinking about those short pants, just above the knee, she had when she was a child. In the sea meanwhile the oil was meeting a. A beam of meaningless for memory.

Sam Phillips

Nomenclature: Surgeon. What? Surgeon. Beyond.

The. Surgeon. Dusky skin you are so vive. 2daysTOSAVEME.

Pantera Noise

When will you come?

I played chess with.

Nobody ends.

On his final : YYY :

I think we should get.

CHESSplayer. In your bed.

Sunshine blanket square.

Mr Balaam




My black cat is in overdose