today, i asked her to marry me and i wasn't joking this time.of the solace i would take knowing that you will be at my side when i reign in Hell.i tried to capture her beauty today on film. you cannot do her justice on an archaic leica. she is so pretty when she cries. she does not cry for me for her heart is heavy with sorrow but not over me ( Read more... )

she will forever and always be my love. i think of her in terms of vague descriptions. pouty, full lips. dark, intelligent orbitals. tall, lithe body. alas, this does not render her fully, does not allow for the full glory in which she exists. i simply must confess, i am not a wordsmith nor a conjurer of words. as she would say, ma gavte la nata ( Read more... )

Romance at short notice was her specialty.

I never fucking update this thing, do I?

Today was a particularly momentous occasion. I fornicated with Magaret Thatcher, Tony Blair, and Neville Chamberlain. Simultaneously. While watching the BBC, and the bloody Amerikaners warmongering. Warmongering. I've always had a bit of a perverse attraction to the word. Warmongering. It rolls off your tongue like sex in a blender. Come to think ( Read more... )

Come on, get with the Pogrom!

You are less than mediocre. Hence, you read my text. You reassemble in different texts, conjugate in the vulgate tongue. Meet me in the Fifth Bolgia, or possibly on the Iberian Penninsula, which is probably the same thing.

With Love,

Constantin