J. Biz Eli
'Click'
'the painting sings'
madness gets drunk on sanity. one glass of sober please. I see society feeding the pigeons from afar. the birds then fly and come hang on our trees. I can hear the music of the world playing in the background and everyone dances on it. where’s death? I gotta show him a magic trick. I always enjoy seeing him overthink things. the ground shifts and blurs out. you never know where you are. in Paris or Bucharest. In England or Gothenburg.
'the christmas lights purr'
you grab me by my neck and eyes, twist my arm and hold my tights and as you choke me I dream of a blue field with lonely flowers where the wind is just about right and the humans don’t bother coming. no, it’s not erotic asphyxiation, baby. it’s a ride to the hospital with the ambulance and a lot of awkward questions that I need to answer, and on top of that, I also have to pay the fucking ride as well, because all you do is watch porn all day and “study”. I don’t even know why I said that. I’m sorry, baby. I know you can’t say anything because you sowed your mouth last week, thing which, by the way, I still cannot get used to. do you know how scary it is to sleep with you? or fuck you? last time we did it in missionary position I felt that if I wouldn’t make you cum you’d cut my throat or something. how can you stand eating through a straw every day, anyway? so many questions I’ve been wanting to ask ever since I agreed with this. and I agreed with It only because I love you, but I’m not so sure about it now. NO, NO! ok. …, ….
'Click'
'the painting sings'
madness gets drunk on sanity. one glass of sober please. I see society feeding the pigeons from afar. the birds then fly and come hang on our trees. I can hear the music of the world playing in the background and everyone dances on it. where’s death? I gotta show him a magic trick. I always enjoy seeing him overthink things. the ground shifts and blurs out. you never know where you are. in Paris or Bucharest. In England or Gothenburg.
'the christmas lights purr'
you grab me by my neck and eyes, twist my arm and hold my tights and as you choke me I dream of a blue field with lonely flowers where the wind is just about right and the humans don’t bother coming. no, it’s not erotic asphyxiation, baby. it’s a ride to the hospital with the ambulance and a lot of awkward questions that I need to answer, and on top of that, I also have to pay the fucking ride as well, because all you do is watch porn all day and “study”. I don’t even know why I said that. I’m sorry, baby. I know you can’t say anything because you sowed your mouth last week, thing which, by the way, I still cannot get used to. do you know how scary it is to sleep with you? or fuck you? last time we did it in missionary position I felt that if I wouldn’t make you cum you’d cut my throat or something. how can you stand eating through a straw every day, anyway? so many questions I’ve been wanting to ask ever since I agreed with this. and I agreed with It only because I love you, but I’m not so sure about it now. NO, NO! ok. …, ….