/Hotel Love.
/letters & prophecies 2014-2016. 
/blinding & nothing.
/qui prodest.

/excerpts from the prologue: 

"amidst the plethora of pro-love books, an anti-love one, excessive & full of beautiful contempt & redemption. bombastic, a new more. a protest against the sensitivity and madness which surrounds me, a celebration of phallic/cunt energy. the self is a lonely, silent, empty room. (. . .)   -----------------------------------------------------     parental advisory explicit content and whores and alcohol and bondage and transitority and no regrets. readers, be advised a la William Carlos Williams, hold back the edges of your gowns, pussies, we are going through hell."

"I put my hand inside her and I pull out the tears, the poet. I pull out her first doubts, her shame, her past. I pull out the severed heads of all her lovers, her best fellatios, every verse she wrote on a napkin, every loss, every stolen bathrobe from a Marriot, every hope of immortality, every assasin inside her, and  I keep on pulling out until she orgasms. her scream is primal."

"I think she once whispered to my ear -while making love- ‘surrender dignity, my love, dignity will only make you suffer’, but i’m not 100% sure."
 

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