(Emil ian and Mar ian
(Good morning my dear, reconstructed creature, night frail butterfly. Soon I will tell you good morning, pushing my face into your chest of drawers. Hide under my frock-coat... bite my liver. I am inside you and I am eating the swan on the table. I keep unrested. My place is where the world is on fire and the water is digging its way through the walls. You will stay locked inside me, until we recognize each other again. our power, already within us. I am in the place filled with toothed wheels, in the vast and comprehenisive you, in your aquatic mind, in your fingers... My still sleep has begun, my dear... I am chasing carnivorous crows and I am begging. I am flowing rivers of mauve. the blood has overflown at both ends. I breathe you malignantly. (emilian
(more; marian's works:
http://www.myspace.com/frozenlilys
http://www.myspace.com/allisfullofmmov
