Friction

Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

12 FICTION(S)

Jeff Mills

Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

Atrophy of Fate

In the reality of a room, in which the lover is sitting and staring at the object telephone, images and narrations formed by the forces of fiction interfere.

Gracias, Capítulo 8-9