Wednesday, February 7, 2007

shooting the eye of D

in the back pages of a newspaper there is a section for meeting people that are into sexual exchanges. most of these people are paid for these exchanges and some play with their skin with no money involved. dolores was not for dollars. i called her but she would not answer on her cell phone, and so i sent her an sms. she replied to this message and wqe set a meeting at her place. she said that a friend of hers would be there and if this would be a problem. i answered that it would not be a problem.
i took a cab to the edge of town. the edge being the point where the industrial buildings crossed over with the super highway ramps and the mega-markets.
under one of the highways there was a small street with houses that where built in the 40's. i knoked on the door and saw dolores. she was quite small, wearing some type of cling to the body nylon and her face was painted with cheap colors. her friend was inside drinking gin. she was a he, with tight keans a sweater and lipstick that ran way over his/her lips.
we talked about television programs. we talked about television guides distributed in sunday papers. we talked about the anger of the programs being changed. dolores's friend amelia was particularly upset at the fact of looking thru the television program and of finding a show or a movie that he/she wanted to see and then at the last moment not being able to see this show/movie because the channel had decided to change the program. this metaphysical electronic broadcasting dilemma seemed to warrant much discussion. but dolores was not for talking as she started to rub my leg and moved her hand up to my chest where my camera was hanging. she touched my camera as an extension of my body, as if the camera was the hardness she was craving.
we had some more gin and dolores started to reveal more and more of her flesh while amelia was looking for the fine lines seperating her/him from complete control to televised information.
the picture of dolores is of her kunt on a leather couch.
she opened her lips, flicked her clit, fingered herself until the wetness arrived.
this is the picture

the eye of dolores

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

FUCK ART

SIMPLY PUT AND TO THE POINT
what we wish to do is to create/to show work(s ), either from artists or from amateurs


no work will be censored
all works are accepted
this is an open source

DESTROY ALL MONSTERS
of cesorship

THE WORK

FREEDOM OF ANY/ALL EXPRESSION