by Marius Surleac<\/p>\n
A big large room, 2 matches, 1 bulb which flickers, 3 silhouettes: 1 boy and 2 girls, one bottle of water, 2 bottles of whisky, one opened window, one thermometer, 6 nipples: 2 smaller, 2 a little bit bigger and 2 huge ones. Once in a while \u2026 4 feet, 1 match burns, the bulb scatters a movement sensation, lots of moans: of coldness, of pleasure, of pain, of death; a bottle of whisky sniffs for gustative capillaries of a sensuousness woman.
\nThe second woman screams into the melancholy joy of love! Because of the frostiness, only caterpillar feet cramped into floors blue marble. The thermometer looks like sensing a big, atoms, concentration \u2013 oscillating her volume. We know that under a critical temperature, the blood will not flow through veins; viscosity grows \u2026 the same, the friction coefficient!<\/p>\n
\nThe second bottle of whisky, 3 lips on the narrow neck of a bottle \u2026 chase for death.
\nLots of laughs, ecstasy moments, 1 jealousy idea, first bottle of whisky crushes, from the body of one women blows blood glass crocks \u2026 sensation laughs, diluted into the idea of eyewash, on the floor blood combines itself with whisky. 4 feet and a dead body \u2026 sometimes, 2 feet and a dead body. Whisky flows inside their bodies, with high feeling through veins, 2 thin brains \u2013 one was cold, because of the wind blowing too crazy through window.<\/p>\n
\nOne idea, the second whisky bottle crushes, the bulb flickers horror, a sweet death and a sensual woman that laughs. Her big boobs cover a bloody painting! The water bottle crushes on the red marble floor, looking for a cold blue. The last match starts burning and explodes under alcohol vapours.<\/p>\n
\n\u2026 3 dead bodies, 2 cold brains \u2013 one of them much warmer, 3 broken bottles, a cold dead thermometer, the same 6 nipples, one broken bulb.<\/p>\n
Black, cold and warm, red and blue large room.
\nOne eye stares on me, on a piece of paper \u2026 to all that happens.<\/p>\n
This is you!<\/p>\n