Radïo Scrïptures

Woman, Femme. Be. The fire will burn what you are not. All witches know this.

So being here is exceptionally funny as barbarrraaaaaaa stares gracefully through the space in between my eyeballs glazing forward with discriminatory silence of the fluids dripping down the corner of my mouth into the space between my toes grooving endlessly up the floor of my patience needing to keep on dreaming wildly about windhorses creeping red into the tunnels of my ear sockets buzzing vibrations rising into the streaming headless disappearances of quivering floating spines breaking the rhythm of my speech trickling from corner to corner of the glass house of windless pink curtains hanging to the ceiling of my rooftop saliva climbing all around branches beeping love missing me in the backup room of velvet black stockings drowning out the pulsations of my trembling lips to your forehead eye twirling my body in furious grasping to keep my extension longly fully dense in the crevice of the painted wall crackling the chipping colors to meet my eating heart reach...

Windmills running through the floor. Why does it make me so sad to be told that i don’t listen?  Que je n’est pas d’écoute.

I miss I miss the simplicity I miss the funny times I miss the walks the huggies the shnoozles the kick ass coffee lying in the field

HanGing my Toes on the TIPS of the floating CloudS... I see the RED circles of LiQUid Harmony placing my Heart in the space in-between each STEP. I can see the FLLLiiiiiiiCker of tenderness beating down on the skin that drops UP into a glass Pinnacle of lONEly wakefullNESS. CRY LOUDly so to CLear the waves that Rumble silently through YOUR eyes.

WalaLa pas d'utilité ça c'est utile les millions de bonbons oursons cuddling dans le sac I love the cuddling coloured gummy bears...i love them Beautiful together watering my TASTEbuds until the high takes its toll classifying candy by sound-color waves entering my nostrils orgasming the tactility of my fingertips wasHING the dreariness, the dread, the dread locks floating carelessly Je réfléchi. I reflect. intense shredding eardrums until the blood falls upwards to meet ME.

KEYLESS  Bakery playmates thrown down along Le fleuve, teleporting bOdies into a canvased-walled sound BoX. Turquoise vinyl seating, SmOOth caTs stRolling, SWEEt TriO seamlessly moving the CrazYY, dizzy black -n-white river Wa SH ing my tOEs in delicious gray dust. I can hear you, RED , screaming at me from your drippping white clouds down my accordian spine. LOOK! Si L ence sustaining the frenzy of hair waves sTammering NotEs, notEs, NOtes! Penetrating T  Lines mapping out the unseen onto flat whiteness. R streTCHing the hourglass tiGHtrope, craCKling the playground. Leading the unlead into the Garden, CC squeezes Multiple Light Folds. V drops pulSating spirals of tWisted tongue off the steaming floor. In the morning I speak EnglASH SO i can hear you crystalizing my next buZZ. Yeah! dessin par Thierry Giroux Veilleux