Amber Michaels pornstar: The Legend.

by Carlos Manuel López Ramos



Until further notice

Floréal 19th, 2009.
I write these words in trans-Siberian prose.

Woman dazzling to the Sun: shine and bronze of her skin.

Your winged feet took you up to Door of Baghdad in Damascus, unfounded syllogisms beneath Mesopotamia sky disorient to the vultures. We return too much late to join the deserter’s assemblage. The smell of that body turned this wasteland into a paradise: passed, present and future of an endless dialog among angels.

Strange landscape where was obvious the expert hand of the Devil. My glasswort learned the awful truth: after a fight to the finish: the mere thought of it makes me sad. Bury of once to this incorrupt corpse. That does it those who preached the death of soul to balance the budget because hopes were in ruins.

Blessed Master Duns Scotus: I wasn’t allowed into the House of Incest.

Existential fallacy for companions in misfortune

All inhabitants of other planets are friendly
All Martians are inhabitants of another planet
Therefore: there are friendly Martians.

Pictures:

First: Clovis Trouille (La Fère, France, 1889-Paris, 1975), Stigma diaboli (1960).
Second: Amber Michaels.
Third: Clovis Trouille, Mes funérailles/My funeral (1940).