I haven't fucked much with the past but I've fucked plenty with the future.. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed.. A stage is like each bolt of wood like a log of Helen is my pleasure.. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that. nestled the P.A.. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and. flashed.. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil but I couldn't bear to use it.. When my hair was cropped I craved covering but now my hair itself is a veil and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy. Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.. I desire him and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American;. In heart I am Moslem in heart I'm an American artist and I have no guilt.. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.. We worship the flaw the belly the belly the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.