We would like to wish you all a warm welcome and tell you a few words about our way of understanding of some terms such messing around and with something or someone, matching and intercourse are (those are the first you will head after you get here), and shortly how we see interactions between...

This all started long, long ago; even before You were born. Since I was a boy I had a thought that beautiful surrounding must give a birth to a beautiful soul and that body will simply follow with its outer beauty that got its birth out of the inner state of one’s soul. Whenever I would...

A gift or a present is the transfer of something without the expectation of payment. Although gift-giving might involve an expectation of reciprocity, a gift is meant to be free. What does free and freedom mean these days? We’re gifted with life by our parents (or was it just a crazy...

A Critique of Mental Manipulation (…) The concept of the mindfuck is of more recent vintage than that of bullshit – certainly the word itself is newer – and is still, perhaps, in the process of establishing itself, so that my enquiry might well be seen as consolidating a concept as...

“Against its will, energy is doing something productive, like the devil in medieval history. The principle is that nature does something against its own will and, by self-entanglement, produces beauty.” ...

The sun is quickly setting Another day has passed Fallen to time Time thats going fast Once she was so little Sitting naked on the ground Playing with dirt And small sticks That she’d found That child turned to four Realized she was alone No one seemed to notice She was shatter to the...

“Men From My Past” >>> A part of history   Hard to believe I have lost you Hard to believe how quiet it can be sometimes without you I need you This Stranger needs you to walk beside her through the night Not completely unknown when the music does not move her Yet!...

There’s a house Not very ordinary Nor common although Just next to another bungalow Smell those flowery gardens Soft meadow and sweet roses A sharp curving hedge Mean as meant encloses See that boy’s life No real born genius Just straight plain bright Among others shines his...

With torn nails, bleeding skin - dirty knees in filthy dust - I caress, the vernal soil Thoughtful, digging in With aching muscles, swollen hands - sore knees in swirling dust - I kiss, stone by stone by stone Forever, where it lands With pounding heart, growing pride - burning knees in...

What magic does touch create that we crave it so… That babies do not thrive without it… That the nurse who cuts tough nails and sands calluses on the elderly tells me sometimes men weep. Yet the touch of a stranger the bumping or predatory thrust in the subway is like a slap. We long for...

Walls… Closing around me, Grey, made of huge granite stones… I came here once, but how? Where’s the opening? The way to light? Walls… Heavy, wet air … Breathing comes with pain… Is there a way for me to dig a hole? Can I bring them down? Can I escape? Walls, walls, walls,...

With all beloved gifts beside my bed; a dark and haunting ache remains today, for all the many words we left unsaid. ill-fated hallmark letters lie unread; though secretly one message stowed away, with all beloved gifts beside my bed. Dim nights of eerie silence filled with dread; our quiet...

To be left alone. Sometimes we ask for it. We settle down then. We enjoy in that peace, which loneliness is giving us. Sometimes we are left alone, despite of everything what we need so badly. We sink into that darkness, no hope, no faith. Nothing. That silence is tearing us apart, until...