Cut-up on deep throat in the sky

Cut !
cut it up
silent cum
sidereal throat
cerulean blowjobs
bits of howling melon
viscera on the horizon
wild murderous sausages
cruel schizophrenic rump steak
blind giant bone fucking the moon

Six thighs

 Flesh is silence ... enlightened. Cold pale butt. My fleshy computer stinks, oozing thick bloody lust and shit. Boozing up-skirt the gelatinous is cumming. Sucking the flow ... cushy in my corner, blessed ... Now in scarlet light, I'm singing the strange apparition that Julie and I have lived on southern highway : beheaded redhead, blue eyes ripped by Julie... Milk gushing from throat cut beyond the sweetness of her divine pig. Large knife always yelling. Six young thighs around Zoco Chico.

The silence of the thigh

a thigh a thigh as it appears enlightened where the verb disappears into the muteness of the thigh abyss on silence and screams bloom in skin and curves through azure steaks and sliced breasts are quivering sidereal dissolution into bowels chaos of light spouting fury  meaty colour shut up forget about psychoanalysis destroy screens withdraw your eyes from the swarm  of speech be silent  I planted the fork in the thigh and blood spurted three large scarlet drops on pale flesh  three red rivulets that I savoured on the thigh with my tongue in bright flowing delight the pale obscenity of a smooth ass  brightens my intimate atrocity  in my  glowing skull  the light (suffused with crime) strips off  the ultimate meat a thigh a thigh the sensory killing sings in sharp twists and quiet night lying through placid milk

Younisos in the CUT UP Anthology

I'm thrilled  to have a text included in CUT UP!, the amazing anthology edited by Antony Hitchin and Joe Ambrose.
My contribution, "Self Cut-Up in Tangier", is a bloody cut-up on my own texts.

http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/cut-up-2/

http://www.amazon.com/Anthology-Inspired-Cut-Up-William-Burroughs/dp/1291745920

Flesh up cutting

wide sword applies straightaway to its own fibres dionysian undulation of harpsichord tearing it one by one blood is gurgling on meringue ending in meat-based blooming of delights soft split  leathery beef and blood dripping on my walls my mad delirious cock singing so wave-like on waves of rippling lights in velvety  lightning curves broken up free jazzed massacre I’m strained for my sticking slender subtly air ascending sensory fullness of scarlet woman on any length all death wanders around Mary deadly morning  sings his boring chaconne in the folds of  viscera torturing the warmth of the womb turning into petrified clots calling for self-killing in azure birds make holes silver stream capsized guts to lap divine redhead buttocks bloom perched such a plump fleshy fruit exquisite ecstasy mingling rage fluent falling frosted lymph howling roundness  shredded verticality falls  wiggling under the red rain in September  my fever is my desire to burst steaks quiver in swirling jets these thighs are flowing runoff melon rippling outspread sip pulp pork delicacies — blade of silence crunchy cartilage  — cut delight

Younisos

Cut-up alley

guts torn along alleys darkened by howler assassins warm heart snatched gray wall agony sawn neck dazed blade rusty dull my entrails on the table sheared light drilled multiple vertical crack slow impalement walking through the cut-throat street broken ribs hoping for some headless glow cracking the cartilage of the spear yelling loud twirling blinding furious cock singing upcoming murders licking sweet thighs killer Bone gleaming biting hilarious rump steak blood mixed with fresh brains spattered on Mary's cleavage the artist is not an ego she went home licking her own tits  that's my skull  “the-flow-flows” could coincide with : SILENCE