e-revista EgoPHobia
by Patrick Călinescu His domed chest was rising to the rhythm of his irregular breathing (which had actually succeeded in making the altitude at which the act of breathing had put his chest relative to what was generally understood by elevation)—his hands, holding the book on the indefinite surface of the bumpy […]
by Patrick Călinescu A spot of light showed in the sky pressing against what mere instants ago had barely been the faint contour of a feeble cloud. Through the luminous entrance to the eternally atmospherically observant world tossing beneath it, a shaft, seemingly of nothing, began its descent from the invisible regions of […]
by Patrick Călinescu Friend: … all I’m saying is… Bill Bao: … “all” you’re saying?! Friend: Yes!
by Patrick Călinescu Many years ago I decided to stop being a theist. I simply can’t believe in the existence of god. Yesterday I also decided to stop being an atheist. I simply can’t believe in the non-existence of god either. I know that many think that god is either existence that has […]
by Patrick Călinescu Would you like to lick the behindness of my ear? You want me to lick you behind your ear? Yes, I have a spot in the thereness of the behindness of my ear. And you want me to make you very horny by licking it till the front […]
de Patrick Călinescu traducere de Raisa Lambru [masterandă MTTLC] click here for the English version / cliquez ici pour la version française „Dormiţi, Stăpâne?” „Nu. De ce?” „Acel codoş pe care l-aţi chemat ieri a venit într-un final la dumneavoastră.” „Cheamă-l înăuntru.” „Desigur, Stăpâne.” Prin urmare, acel codoş, pe care îl menţionase servitorul […]
de Patrick Călinescu traduit d’anglais en français par Zac Egs click here for the English version / click aici pentru versiunea română « Dormez-vous, Maître ? » « Non. Pourquoi ? » « Ce proxénète, que vous avez demandé pour hier, est finalement venu vous voir ». « Faites-le donc entrer ». « Que je veux, Maître ». « Et le proxénète, de […]
by Patrick Călinescu click aici pentru versiunea română / cliquez ici pour la version française “Are you sleeping, Master?” “No. Why?” “That woman owner, whom you sent for yesterday, has finally come to see you.” “Send him in then.” “That I will, Master.”
de Patrick Călinescu traducere din engleză de Silvia Bratu Numele fetei era Loodick. Întotdeauna a fost de părere că numele ei nu e foarte feminin. Dar trecerea timpului, pe care viaţa a întipărit-o încă de la naştere în fiinţa ei, a obligat-o, de o manieră sumbră, să uite de acest lucru şi să-şi vadă […]
by Patrick Călinescu How can I become a great stylist in English (for I have long been wanting to be become one), when I’m in the middle of bloody nowhere, and nowhere to be seen anywhere in the four corners of the English-speaking world? How can I become my finest, yet dream-y, accomplishment with […]