in my sky…

In My Sky…


In my sky at Atlantis, you are a badoonga

and your chest and bottom are the way I love them.

You are mine, mine, woman with white skin and small shoes

and in your life my infinite dreams are liquid


The substance of my soul dyes your head.

My sour white fluid is sweeter on your face.

oh reaper of my evening pizza ,

how solitary i believe you to be when you’re not on me .


You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the barracuda ,

in the living room, and the wind hauls on my widowed forehead.

Huntress of the depths of my maiosh, your plunder

stills your smile regard as though it were not.


You are taken in the bridge of my spaceship, my love,

and my cacalau of music are as wide as the vuvuzelas .

My banana is born on the shore of your eyes of your peach .

In your mouth of mourning the land of sins begins.



poster for Kinema Ikon’s Intermedia 2009

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My Love

Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms like blood as the sand in the purest hope of spring.My heart follows your mandolina voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.The evening floats in on a great “the one with the wings” wing.I am comforted by your glasses that I carry into the twilight of “el cel ce stie”beams and hold next to my Body Part. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of fluid.As my sweat falls from my skin, it reminds me of your “subiectul”. In the quiet, I listen for the last CHAPOW of the day.My heated Body Part leaps to my abdomen. I wait in the moonlight for your secret candle so that we may roll as one, Body Part to Body Part, in search of the magnificient “small hands” and mystical squirt of love.


v0.2 (generating poetry)

My love for humanoid model v0.1 is so great,
My heart melts for humanoid model v0.2 ’til the dusk of day.
The night twists when humanoid model v0.2’s away,
Touches, fucks ’til day’s dawn.

Humanoid model v0.2 beauty is great,
Wondering mind ’til humanoid model v0.2 sees,
Waking you is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for humanoid model v0.2 to say “I do.”


briefing 6.0 “long live the new flesh”

we are approaching the end of 2009; i’m turning into a vampire having in mind that i almost always miss the light of day; 2012 is out and selling and i’m starting to work on a short spin of from my chapter in 2012 and a new longer neo-noir comic book set in the summer of 1942 in arad.


today especially things seem a little wierd on this side of the terminal: before i could realize shit about today the sun was allready gone and that little funny thing i like to check out from time to time is insanely poetic hahaha:


taurus: Your life is like an empty book that other people write in. The ones you choose, allow, or force their way into your life are the characters that make up a part of who you are. By knowing that and the characters of the Zodiac sign you were born under, you can determine a lot about yourself.

and for that i thank you captain obvious.



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mimi octomrie 2009