revue mgversion2>datura (France), le 6 avril 2013

Kroly Sndor Pallai

Epiphany Of A Violated Body

its snowing outside and shes standing at the door of my room nak ed. shes a skyward statue of carnal lust, a hymn to the agony of pleasure. sometimes she dances in g-string, waiting for the next easter, for the salvation and epiphany of her abused, exploited and violated body. how many times we think that we cant take it anymore, and still other times come: living times, times of amber sighs and hyalite lakes of love. when it comes to dark haired girls, we tend to be more confidential thats what she thinks while she exposes the curves of her worn body and desolate breasts in a never-ending lustful litany of winding and wrapping movements. she remembers those nights spent working in the bar, bodies tied together, the sounds, the drinks and all the craving and brutal looks penetrating her skin, entering her bloodstream like a corrosive, lacerating poison. her desecrated, demilitarized flesh craves for a sacred transubstantiation so that it may not serve as a pontoon bridge in the struggle of heaven and hell anymore. will the skies forget her tongue-tied virtues, her rasping abortions taking away more and more? less and less remained. her soul is an outcrop mine of consuming existential tensions, a worldly superstructure of unearthly stakes; her womb will be made home for fallen angels: headquarters in an age of new revolutions. and there she is day after day selling her body as the holy grail of purchasable pleasures to fulfill her mission: shes an extreme saint whose apotheosis is our disgrace. shes an aids-infected saint, a sexual angel waiting for her death-sentence in these times when love is a leap to death.

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