Tuesday, February 15, 2011

What I believe in...

I believe in the beauty of girly web-cams through the horizons of our computerized delusions; in the girly shadows of a gothic kiss; in overexposed flesh burning its shades like the sizzling light of a rainbow by moonlight; in burning moons and dead suns.

I believe in the curved edges of exhibitionism, pregnancy and bondage; in female youth taken by the sudden budding of their breasts; in the silent murmurs of orgasms taken by infraction; in the spiral waves of pain and pleasure; in the spellbound transparency of rain drops, in the luxuriance insouciance of ivory nudity.

I believe in the deserted highways of car crashes lighting up the boredom of our eyes; in the empty rooms of Hopperian solitude; in the adolescent flagrances of suburbia; in the blank gaze of security cameras by empty trash bins.

I believe in the waves of frozen music by synthesizers unbeknown; in the high-tech transparency of glass towers glimmering by sunlight; in neon lights of artificial demurs by a two-moon junction.

I believe in all the synthetic possibilities of pharmacology marooned in the virtual light of our digitalised infinity.

I believe in the violent cotton dream lands of blow and smack, long live the new flesh; in the molten nights of Acid corrosion, in the DMT worlds of swirling vistas at high pitching speeds, in the four letter words of ecstasy: MDMA.

I believe in the curvature of space without gravity, in ellipses without inflexion, in fractals without repetition.

I believe in the sublime beauty of dying stars by a millions of a second in the black holes of our anthropomorphized delusions; in the sombre and tranquil beauty of Voyager Il reaching the edges of our solar system shining its ocular metallic perfection in the abyssal silence of an interrogation; in the tranquil beauty of cosmic photography with its snapshots of stellar bodies unseen to mankind’s anthropomorphic gaze.

I believe in the chiasmic dance of Shiva and Kali creating the world in arrays of space and lust; in the interplay of ascetic repetitions and ecstatic differences in all things.

I believe in the beauty of crystals as yet unproduced by our silicon and carbon formalities...