the dark rim of his eyelashes

late that night he said, make me a a perversely romantic cd

i closed my eyes and sleep

my heart did not beat violently i like such tasks

thinking about songs

or what it sounds like to lie there cold and dead in a forest near a lake, waiting for the someone to discover your corpse, knowing if he doesn't come, your soul will decompose. or just lie there cold and dead on the beach behind the rocks like laura palmer while the sheriff wept and unwrapped the plastic.

i thought, but all the romantic cds i made you are perverse and all the perverse, romantic

indignant,

i shook my head.

yes, i admit i make awesome compilations for my favourite shirts

recoil is out, too literal a dramaturgy

composing the dark rim of his eyelashes, it would have to be

some sounds from le locataire, elephant soundtrack, bow wow wow aphrodisiac, who knows, some beethoven- lettre a elise, au clair de lune, pathetique....something deliberately cliche, or sweeping nat king cole




and turen de wahrnehmng has to be in as it sounds like what a drown ophelia heard, underwater.