Friday, 28 January 2011
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Sunday, 9 January 2011
Saturday, 8 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
HENRY ROLLINS
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.”
Monday, 3 January 2011
and I was dancing the whole way home
(you know, it's for you)
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Wollust
Nichts als strömen, nichts als brennen,
Blindlings in das Feuer rennen,
Hingerissen, hingegeben,
Der unendlichen Flamme: Leben!
Plötzlich aber, bang durchzittert,
Sehnt aus dem unendlichen Glück
Angstvoll sich das Herz zurück,
Das den Tod im Lieben wittert...
H.H.