Monday, August 08, 2005
theme for an anorexic girl
Force me to eat. Force me to swallow all the words I cannot say, I'll vomit everything. Force inside the hatred I feel for all of you, I'll throw up in the middle of the room and in the middle of the world. Force me, I have got laxatives for the mind and for the soul, my fragile body won't let you forget so soon. Force me to eat, make me get fat with your thirst for pain. I'll scream with pain and pleasure, I shall not let you forget! While you all starve for my downfall, blades make me wane through open cuts, so I can undress myself from myself, get rid of all the organic abjection within my putrid cells, I hate all that hungry life that taunts me to the bones...bones. The symbol of the highest sacrifice for the so-called unreacheable (?) perfection. A monument in the honor of those who make friends with death, closer and closer, aiming the sweet feeling of being far more than a poor human being. I want a pedestal, sculpted on the sharpest stone, among the goddesses who rule, incomparable, everybody's spirits and eyes! Now, force me to eat like an animal destined to the slaughter house, for those frozen evil nymphs to feast on my bittersweet blood. Believe me, I'll be one of them ice-women instead. I'll belong to their terrible House, the name of the futile rabble, most priviliged among the privileged.
M.Hywell
princess orion silenced at 9:14 PM
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Saturday, July 30, 2005
(un) about the (un) author
WARNING:
Meader Hywell is NOT a literature legend, but is on the borderline of literary idiocy.
Meader Hywell's pen and eyes are haunted by an urgency of being useless, yet not indifferent.
NOTE: Leave all the indifference for the readers. Meader Hywell is confident no one with common sense reads serious texts.
PS: The texts to be found here are, in no way, serious. Just for recreative use. Not to be abused, their reading by unaware people may cause an accurate and painful conscience of the absurd.
People with lacking imagination or not condescending will find M.H a nuisance.
Aquiescence and patience are always welcome.
Meader Hywell exists for the solemn and sole purpose of being discredited.
Meader Hywell finds discredit very stimulating for irony, and irony is the perfect accident for fairly good remarks.
Meader Hywell is ageless, and is never wearing a watch. For M.H, time is not even worth a detail, in fact, not always.
Moments are best.
Meader Hywell is redundant and dry.
Meader Hywell is not even British, which is a deception.
Writing is a deception: it is nearly impossible to make the indisputable portrait of what is best, once the best subjects of fierce exposure are, almost always, owned by too many (or too few, which is enough) subjectivities.
PRINCESS ORION HAS DECEIVED ALL OF US!!!
princess orion silenced at 3:30 PM
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