Looking back at my excruciations while being surrounded by mundane pain, I have come to realize the relevance of our conceptual differentiation. Avoiding the egocentricity and arrogance of our conceptual resemblance to exquisite minds and souls in profound excellence, I am trying to exploit our daunting potential by finding deeper meanings in the mundane. And I am flying high surrounded by colours and concepts of different cycles and powers but nothing compares to our power. And you are also flying high in your sharp heels that trigger my damage. Your heels are so sharp and so black that my damage for controlling the red is craving in hunger. And I am flying with the speed of the bullet chasing the pain of your heels. Your domination is getting more and more painful. I make my submission more and more painful for this is what I need. Conceptual domination triggered by mere materializations. Flying high in this framed reality I am tasting the real potential of your discipline. And our altar of sin is even closer now to the holy creator of our tainted faith. Promiscuity and perversion of faith while being in faiths hands. And I am pushing again these limits trying to control more and dangerous settings in order to rebuild my inner figure. Sinning with such a confidence that monsters do not stand a chance in front of my vortex. Gods on the other hand, they could demolish my existentiality, however there is nothing black in my purpose. Adventurous in my journey, I am letting you devour my materialization while I am stuck in your restrains. I am crazy about your restrains... I crave for your enslavement of my concept. Your ropes are keeping me tight to this altar of faith on which we pioneer the black and on which we question the entire knowledge of the existence. Facing the ceiling of this infinite holy place, I can see the eastern light despite of the blinds you are using to cover my eyes. Those blinds were used to cover your own sacred place of sensuality which is in full bareness at the moment, exercising its power over my materialized weaknesses that bring my ultimate pleasure. In your tenderness, I sense all your black stripes marking their territory on my materialization and not even the hits of your paddles did not lead to so much red. Your tight grasp of my face is making your sacred place receive its warm-up before you move your body to the melting point of our explosive black pleasure... And when we reach that explosion, your hands are restraining my vitality so that the danger I feel increases the pleasure in each of its fractal branches. The more I hate you for your painful control, the more I love you. The more I love you, the more I let you exercise your domination. The more domination, the bigger the pleasure. Greediness. More pleasure. More domination. More pain. More love. (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=nlcIKh6sBtc
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 00:18:56 +0000
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