Die geheimen Tageb├╝cher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Monday, 18 February 2013

Venus in Fur

“You have a curious way of arousing one's imagination, stimulating all one's nerves, and making one's pulses beat faster. You put an aureole on vice, provided only if it is honest. Your ideal is a daring courtesan of genius. Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.” 

Every woman has a itch.

“Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?” 

Sunday, 3 February 2013


 I just read my very last blog. 
That pinch eventually arrived.
The elastic was not "that" elastic; or, rather, the pinch was not expected at all.
The reaction was a a little abrupt really but the, initial, erratic movements were smoothed out and the oscillations became quite pleasant. So pleasant that -again - I didn't want it to stop.

It wasn't as bad...as I feared...
in fact...