When I touch him, it’s as if he’s more substantial, more real than my own flesh. Mine dissolves into feeling, out of cell structure into contentment. Underneath is surprise, that the meat of body can feel so light. Every time I embrace him, my voice becomes stronger, more certain. We’re tying each-other deeper into our cities, our confusion of social graces. I would like to think that though tonight we lie in different beds, that our bodies find the shape of one another and if our pictures were to be superimposed, we would be the illusion of one form, entwined.
Entirely unrelated, I swear, (ganked from mad_and_crazy), “The first case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard Anas platyrhynchos.” On 5 June 1995 an adult male mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) collided with the glass facade of the Natuurmuseum Rotterdam and died. Another drake mallard raped the corpse almost continuouslyfor 75 minutes… Which begs the question, What Do The People On My F-list Go Searching For? Also, why were these ducks not set on fire? They were not cool and with it deviant ducks as they are not aware how entirely amusing the word pyronecrobestiality is to a certain set of obscure hipster. Tangentially related, Michel has begun illustrating something with Jesus Monkey Pants in Space based off a conversation of ours on-line about the semantics of Geek. I am in awe and very nervous. He sent me a copy of a panel and it was enough to make me stutter. It was indeed Jesus, flying through space, wearing monkey pants. They are over-alls with monkey feet and the classic gorilla suit chest. Are the buttons nipples? I cannot remember and I refuse to look for such a detail so soon before sleep. Bad enough I know that the iconic image of Mr. T was found on an integrated circuit like unto the Virgin Mary on a now famous cheese sandwich..
Here, download what I’m listening to if you know Radiohead. I’m going to bed. I feel the rustle of sleep overtaking me. The sound of trains is flying through my window like it wants to shatter the glass and I’m finding it soothing. Howls and chattering cars thundering blindly through air to impact my ears.
Maybe it’ll drown out the damned pigeons.