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!

Ophelia and the Reflection

I watched the day pass me buy, waisting by every breath. Body looked strange, reflection motionless. Body was noshes and sick. Still. Body could bend itself into the strangest positions. Body was missing something. Body was barely breathing and ready to go…

In the mirror sky was battling the storm. It softly cuddled every raindrop that was killing the o, so rare summer spirit. Time as passing. Air was getting lighter then thicker again. One never knows when the last day would strike. In reflection. Alasdair Gray passed making his judgment. Body was slipping deeper and deeper into layers of unpacked cloths covering the bed. Suitcase laughter at the collection of single shoes , bras, suspender belt, laced underwear and protecting sun tan lotions. I never knew how day looks at us while we pretend to go on…

Today I watched the day. Rain slowly killed the hours. Bed was almost transparent and barely caught the eye. I watched the day in reverse. Thought the big closed mirror. That soon will be exchanged. Eye watched them self while the outline of the body lost it self in the bright light of by occasion winning sun. The storm took it all way. As soon as the light was gone, body disappeared with it…

Day lost it self in my misanthropy … I lost my outline. Stomach was confessing the wrong doings that brain disproved in the first place. I never knew losing a day in the reflection of itself is that simple and mesmerizing. At some point it was 20:56. I envied the emptiness of the stomach as if cheating to the fullness of the frozen mind. 

My arms barely raised and touched the breast covered by laced black bra. I could see and touched the pierced nipple. The reflection did the same thing. Mind reacted and realized it's being the third in this contact communication. It started to get darker. I knew you would not read this when I wished. You would of wouldn't. I sank deeply in to the hole that appeared in striped red colored bedding and felt the warmth of night take me away….

Yes

I understand and wish to continue

Good night and god bless

Queen of Disorder

Sonia Dietrich 

Concrete Ejaculation Calles LOVE

Pierce me like a syringe with your honesty

tell me all the things I presumably do not know

in ventricle spirals, 

The flesh that is sacrificed for knowledge and prosperity  is fucking 

with the fluid filled cavities 

Your horror of deception is condescending, 

elaborating need for touch 

on timetable marked red patches

I could embrace your index

Is this you, who I must gather form the corner 

of the counter, licking the fingers

I hold on to my coffee cups 

discriminating the food,

you fools!

This altar of sanity in the hands stretched out to wide

is showing the oblivion of thought 

for many reasons undressing in the central station 

in the hall way, 

This is not why I came here - For

Good night and god bless,

Queen of Disorder

Sonia Dietrich