September 2009
6 posts
They could support, and even be entertained by the initial festivities that they were obligated to sift through. These preliminary fragments of the entire performance were stepping stones, an aperitif, guiding them towards a more cultivated thrill. The penetration of shrill cries, thundering booms and mews of stray cats that leapt from their paths promised them a shudder of excitement. They loved...
They filed in, the mass of young bodies, ripe and hungry for the decadent pleasure of witnessing death. They chattered amongst themselves in an air of joviality and lightness, their bodies eager to confront the performance that would render their live bodies even more fit for carnal delight. The space they filled was heavy, dripping with the collection of desire and mirth. They had grown...
