This is how I began, all was in suspense… silence was hidden with my moist lips and a penetrating stare that narrowed and darkened dimensions and intensified a singularity of ejaculating light waves, color curves, rainbow in-prismed, exiting, entering, simultaneously.
Ella’s voice comes to me again, “they are allowed to smell your privacy, I have acknowledge your rite of passage…virginity…..”,
My first account, my first narrative…motionless in the mirror, still, static, my heartbeat traveled infinitely in a smooth caress through my body…butterflies flew in my veins in those primordial dark skies of my reverie, carousel patterns…round and round they went. It was in Ella’s gypsy eyes that the world started, fucking the neighbor, neighbors fucking neighbors, she gave birth to the tonal and the naugal…dream and dream death. Before Ella, there was neither man nor woman, but Ella…my mother. The atma, Brahma mama caught alone, negated, and left out of this script in the editing room…all there was, was Ella. And never ask…I repeat never ask me if Ella ever existed prior to Ella…for if you are ever found questioning the initial patterns of the sex drive before the hetero and the homo you will be caught in a curse and that curse will curve into your offspring, infinitely. Your children will forever be stuck in an eternal consumptive pattern of constantly changing fabrics, so that the many wolves of the world can fuck, yea, properly fuck, mean while the only thing that changes between them is the fashions between their hard parts and soft parts.
Is there nothing anymore
Celebrities naked, we are cellophane…behind the glass…naked…hair stubbles all around, disguised cactus……(glitch)
(nothing)
(no power)
(off)
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