"Behind every system, behind every rule stands a corpse and laughs. You can't tell me who I should sleep with. I don't work for wages. My life is a revolution... My life is a beautiful life... What you call freedom, I call waste... I will continue to love my own voice. If everyone becomes me, everything will collapse."

Bruno K. Ă–ijer

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Purple Tulips and Puss in the Water

As I was standing in my own darkness. Covering the horror of the body with white wail, you looked. Away. In to a distance. Determent to see the things that where never yours. The shame. The nakedness. The presence of a shadow. 

The thought...

Blood was covering the toes. 
Leaching out puss from a wounded secret place. A privet place. A beautiful place. It's not the hateful nature. It's the blue skyline that hammers me to the floor. Pulsating ear drums. Open dress. Rapture sticking on the knee caps. Cold Hands. 
Slightly bloated skin. 

The body...

On the road covering eyelids in black tar. Denying the bruises. 7th circle of Dante's hell. Putting the foot down at the 5th. Show me the glory of your kind. The river of thought. Show me! I would scratch your eyes out while you molest the glory of young flesh.
Till poison is working.

The harmony...

Somehow we forget the blessings of the throne. 
The power of the swollen gender. 

Good night and god bless,
Queen of Disorder
Sonia Dietrich

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Silent Usher

for a second. Bend back. I puked you out 17 minutes and 13 seconds ago. You left your hands print in my shower. Shaped as a heart with 5 fingers. You left condoms in my trash. You left...

I stayed...

There is no shame in staying. Going to. Asymmetrically physical perception of the common day. Doing the dishes. Tulips you brought never blossomed. You left. 

I stayed...

There are pictures of you body parts on my walls. Blurred images in thick black frames. Nail polish particles in your shirt pocket. Guess my color. A creature! Body. Flesh. Skin. Meat. Muscles. Veins. Fat. Bones. 

Your. Organs! You left.


I stayed! 

This will never make any sense to anyone who left. 
But will
to someone 



Good night and god bless,
Queen of Disorder
Sonia Dietrich