Good Morning Gulliver
Good Morning Gulliver Welcome to my day Gulliver, the dogma of “no strings attached” embellish my fingers and toes. Welcome to the nausea tranquilized by the calla’s bribe allowing the animal beneath the skin to sleep. Welcome to my Mapplethorpe’s finger fuck, three dimensional and stepping-off what’s left of hair, lips, eyes with all its deleterious offspring fastening a rope around my neck to asphyxiate the desire to hate or love. Welcome to the libretto of my aging crevices touching and melting no one.