Rejects

You had me at ‘hello’
We twined together like all ‘goodbyes’
Indistinguishable.
You were out in the waste,
Just lost.
I was in the sky,
Just floating.
The misery of rejection

So take my fingers
(they’ve felt too little)
Guide them over your geography, barren
I’ll take your mouth
(How many words has it not said?)
And give it expression

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Rise of the Machines (6)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4), Rise of the Machines (5). (each story section is exactly 200 words)

 

Darnell turned. “Amanda?” She’d disappeared. Before he could start to worry, the TV flicked on. Numbers appeared on the screen, as if someone was typing in a channel. The twenty-four hour news station appeared, focusing on the white house. President confirmed dead, death toll rising.

Ping.

PI Ghost 4: Scared yet?

Darnell jumped as Amanda’s hand rested on his arm.

“Here,” she said, biting her plump bottom lip. “You take out the house bot, I’ll get the drone.” She held out a glock. “You can shoot right?”

Darnell swallowed hard. “Of course. Let me take out the drone.”

Amanda shook her head. “I have lots of practice.” She didn’t wait for him to respond, one hand on the knob, gun pointed at the floor.

Darnell mimicked her, gun pointed downwards, finger sliding over the safety. Amanda suddenly looked like a badass Goddess.

She flung the door open, stepped over Tim’s body, leveled, and fired.

Darnell caught a flash of the drone buzzing into the kitchen. The house bot came silently from his left and he just managed to turn and aim into the large hovering chassis. Sparks flew and the recoil pushed him into the wall.

Machines 5, humans 1.

 

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Sane

Tingling, up and down

You are insanity

Working its way up my skin

Transcending my pores

Absorbing into deep layers

Paralyzing muscles

 

I open my legs

Begging

Eyes wild, locked on the sky

That seems so low, touchable

I might just taste it today

Find out how that mesmerizing blue rests in my stomach

 

I swear, your insanity

Is finally making me sane

Featured – Art and Music Collaboration

Art and music? Does it get any better! Congrats on the feature Carolina Russo!!! Meno<3

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Art And Music together can create magic!

Day #9: Ghoul – Screech

Today I am very happy to share that I was “Featured” on the new website and Blog of indie band Rigna.Folk from Germany!

You can read their Feature Blog Post here: Collaborations with two artists from the US and Macedonia

Last November I have collaborated with the Rigna Folk creating a video displaying a selection of my recent paintings having as soundtrack one of their beautiful songs.
If you follow me maybe you remember my Blog post, if you are new you can read it here:

Art Inspiring Magic – Stillness – (Video)

RiGNA.FOLK is a great Indie band from Germany, I love their music and they love my art!
I think is beautiful that we crossed paths!

I dedicated my art to music many times already and I find it to be very inspiring.

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Rise of the Machines (5)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4)

 

Tim all but rolled on the floor laughing at the idea that Darnell’s drone was trying to kill them. “What’s it gonna do, break the door down? Why didn’t it kill us already?”

Darnell didn’t have to answer, Amber snuggled harder against his chest explaining patiently in a muffled voice. “It’s connected to the wifi and our apps.”

As if to prove her point the shower hissed to life and the blinds shuddered, lowering until the room was dim.

“You have an automated shower?” Darnell asked, staring down at the edge of Amber’s face.

She smiled slightly. “When you’re busy with foreplay you don’t really want to twiddle with shower nobs.”

Tim was unconvinced. “I think you’re just a sly bitch. You’ve been eyeing Darnell from the day he moved in.” Tim threw the door open, striding into the living room.

BANG

Amber gave a scream, squeezing the living daylights out of Darnell’s ribs. Darnell reached out, slamming the door shut, but not before getting an eyeful of Tim’s gaping bloody throat. Their flying robot assistant whirred and struggled to detach itself from the carnage, knife tool coming out of Tim’s flesh with a sucking sound.

Machines 5, humans 0.

 

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Locita

He couldn’t undress her fast enough

Her hips swayed, pure honey

And the sweet earth had colored her dust

Strong and independent

 

He thought he might have her

But Locita is wrapped in the summer wind

Blowing up off the winding road

That leads home

She’s never trivial or passed by

You’ll have to stay a while

Returned and lost child

You’ll have to file through the street in January

Filled with happiness

Don’t discard what is yours

 

Locita’s fingers are nimble

Weaving his flesh with passion

Her hips held away

So that he yearns

A kiss here, a kiss there

Be mine

 

He is in love with the way she teases

Full body soft, an open bedspread

Beckoning in the night

You want to love me

Not just tonight

But forever

 

Once he is hungry

She feeds him

Flesh of corn

Sweet pan dulce nipples

Mouth watering

A taste he can’t forget

 

Let me fill your table

I’ll bear your children

And tenderly love the years

So they wear softly on you

 

We only meant for tonight, didn’t we?’ he asks

But as his lips kiss her tender valleys and dips

His tongue laps up morning field dew

He knows he can’t leave this seduction untouched

Rise of the Machines (4)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3)

The drone beeped and buzzed, making Amber drop it. Darnell lurched to catch it, but the drone shot towards the spacious ceiling.

“That’s not funny Darnell!” Amber squeaked, eyes wide. She clutched her voluminous breasts and craned her neck.

Tim laughed, slapping his knee. “Classic dude.”

Suddenly Darnell’s phone pinged again. He retrieved it, fingers shaking.

PI Ghost 4: Now, someone dies.

Darnell glanced up. “Guys-”

The house’s automatic door locks clicked with an ominous finality.

Time checked his own phone. “That’s weird.”

“The bedroom, come on.” Darnell grabbed Amber’s arm, tugging hard. Amber seemed to understand, following.

Tim looked confused, coming too. “Want to fuck my wife that bad eh?”

Darnell shut the bedroom door. “How much of your house is automated?”

“No foreplay?” Tim chortled.

“Pretty much all of it,” Amber answered in a whisper. “Why?”

“I think my drone is trying to kill us.”

Silence.

From Tim: “You’re joking right?”

Amber didn’t take her eyes off Darnell, tears welling up in them. “We’re going to die.”

Darnell wasn’t expecting the soft pressure of her perfumed breasts, her arms wrapped tight around him. He stood tall, looking brave. “Not if I can help it.”

Machines 4, humans 0.

 

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