± S T I G M A T A ±

Selective memory of blue flashing lights. From down and between gravity to higher level. I am a dead bird wearer. Your window showed me greatest tragedy and euphoria one seen. You are an enigmatic cult. Every face and expression. Perhaps. This is someone who could beat the grave stones. Want to swallow my eternity with you. I seen how you rise.

This is not a game of alter – egos. Reality is breached. I focus on your breathing.  In circle motions. Not a 20 zone.  We flicker and burn out. Dive. Destroy.

 I AM A BRUTal CONJUNCTION.  

 Face to Face and Back to Back. Shoulder to Shoulder. Arm to Arm. Hunt ME. In visions tempered. By light and darkness. We march. I SOLUTE YOU.

DIVINITY

ETERNITY

COMBUSTION

BORN  - AGAIN

 With open arms. Slowly. Silently. Throne molester. Lilies and white sheets. Posses me. Decompressed information codes. Carry the spear. Within the tongue of your language. Smells of burned flesh. I caress your stigmata. Drums and awakening. Nails black thought red. Bruises and bite marks. Meeting every soul. Connect me.  My channel path in chosen. In the middle of earth wrecking promise. From down under. Watching. Calculated fingering.

I am a working mechanism. A word play. Billions of particles. Trillions of vibrations. Destroy me. Echoing steps. Shiver of temperatures. Collecting dept.  Poses me. The shadow reflections. A coil.  Serpent. Climbing walls. In tongues. Focus. Sharpened. Non exhaling entity.

I SEE YOU!

 Your smell touches my forehead. I am blessed! Open eyed and in transcendent translucent holocaust. Your touch?. Flawless. Climbing on a cross. Ruthless. Rull-LESS. 

In my postop scarification I am climbing toward the mountain heads. In crystal lanes through chalk deserts. Squirting holly water. Fitting bills of misogynistic: and,  including, in association with. Hitting rampage obstacles like a Tetris game put here to discourage. I smell pussy servant from afar. Feeling how sin as leather touches toes in warded towards your most wettest. 

2am is the game time. sophistication satisfaction meets understatement in conjunction of past precum. wearing cunt sings like a crown. 

I AM YOURS

Good night and God bless,
Queen of Disorder,
Sonia Dietrich 
BRUT 

BRUT

MANIFESTO 

II

INDEPENDENCE IN A BURNING CELL

THE ELEMENT OF ASSASSINATION WITH A WILL TO STRIKE 

A masculine suicide. A glory of a kind. The broken skin covered with deadly anticipation.

Your words are a lie. The essence of constipation. The will to surrender and apathy to strike. Eliminate the presence of promises. The joy you bring to the world. A lie. ALL A LIE! So let's dance on a grave of our fathers. Let's kill our essence in absence of thought. Let's lie till our piss stink of revenge. Your world is a non existing malice. I die in sodomy of misconception!

 Father!

In the lie you call the core. In a lie you call life. In a lie of misjudged idols. Unity? Fuck unity! There is NO UNITY. A LIE! All a fucking lie. Kneel! In front of who? The element. The fucking element.

In the shadow. The killer view. The bourgeois is leaking. In puss of the swollen mind. In glory - the work of ages. Step on the milestone with a rope tighten around your weekend neck. 

I will pray for you!

BRUT

MANIFESTO 

I

BRUT has a smell. A body. A vagina. A mind. BRUT has a picture. A reflection. An interface. BRUT is strong and angry. BRUT is restless and manic. BRUT is political. Feministic. BRUT has a voice. It consumes and pukes out. BRUT is alcohol poisoning. A prescription drug. BRUT! Neither in or out. BRUT bleeds and shits and pisses. BRUT is outraged. It hates! BRUT is YOU as much as it is ME. BRUT does not vote, pay taxes or interact. BRUT breathes. Despises stupidity. BRUT is never satisfied. BRUT is hungry! BRUT is an entity I will give you. So you can see what BRUT wants you to see. 

BRUT does not believe in war or in peace. 

BRUT IS A WOMAN – WOMAN IS A WEAPON!