All & NothinG, End & BeginninG, NoN+UltrA: Ad infinitum.

Shifts I cannot stop, a subtle buzz I cannot mute: My parts rearranging in a time-space vaccuum 

Alfa-Omega decentered, No-Thing is All- Things: I fall off the scaffolds of this hollow shelter

Frigid absence to the bones and Im starved, disowned of affections I am torn apart: rebuilding what is left.

Black indifference burning acid to my soul, unfair dealings I am up for auction: OOAK yet another one

Instead of birth-giver can I trade for death-bringer? Pseudo Genesis in Apocalypse: fed up of this unrest.



Intense stimulation, sensory overload. Rythmic motions, our bodies in synched passion. Kisses beat silence while caressing undoes my words. Our playful bodies attract, our souls elevate in crescendo. Going with the flow of this current we cannot question. In synergy our minds transcend, blurring the lines of pleasure. Rites of affection, our sublime distraction. Unique affinity in units of lust, bits of love and intimacy- inmeasurable!