Saturday, February 13, 2016

open trail

whenever you love, follow the trail of living blood till the end.

if you love me, follow my trail of blood till the end.

this is my bleeding of ours

there's no intelligence of love without those dots and those lines and those continuous streams of intensities, drawing their world from within, from between, brom beyond body to body 



Zarathustra and Heraclitus: Always playing with camels and fire in the desert

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