on a crimson river

torture

as in self assertion

you could not cast a wave?

could you?

what is it that gently weeps?

george, do you have an answer for this?

is it still or has it been the guitar?

guitar as in...

minute details

somberly discreet

(one should not think of math here)

discreetly pathological

and how we all enjoy it all

as in you wanna hurt yourself as you masturbate

which piano sonata would you prefer, dear teacher?

i mean, as you masturbate

or is silence the sole source for deeper enjoyment?

charming, however not a prince.

(maybe i misspelled)

neither a pincer

shall we visit the grocer's today?

miss pelled...

how ugly you are, miss... 

miss queen of gluttony...

poor thing, there is no hope for you, 

contrary to what you assume.

too much space you occupy, too much. 

each and every break in a wave is a discourse

so, bubble up!

"sweat, tears and the sea"

cool sea, moonlight, crimson meeting of bare bodies

tears and trembling

can it be really this all encompassing?

charming

just so

cut.