i
if you ever find yourself foaming at the mouth, call me. i’ll suck the foam out of your mouth.
ii
fought with dad today. then masturbated as usual. an uncanny pair of ejaculations.
iii
girls are tender, girls are sweet. till it tickles; now they know, they’ll go wild: the greatest pleasure comes from penetration.
iv
the newly-changed sheets happened to be the one with abstract patterns. it was blazing hot from the tropical afternoon’s penetration through the musty windows. yes, i have curtains, but i also have nothing to hide. i told you to come over, i have some styles i’d like to experiment with you. so we sweat and stained and creased the sheets, successfully rendering the abstract patterns more abstract.
v
the black wind salivates profusely, but no longer into ears; its trajectory now involves dripping mercilessly through the gaps of my hair; the hair on my ears continue to wait in futility. strands once thought to be able to withstand all conditions now fail. the wax has conceded entirely, its formula no longer reliable. oil and wax have sex and coagulate to subvert weight. wait, as i attempt to push the flying strands back into place but how? i do not know which side they came from. all this effort for nothing.
Brandon Choo