Poison ivy: .. the sensation sculpture
inside me.. inside my core.. beneath my diaphragm... is motivating me
to ingenious plottings and to the schematics of engine motives and
relational designs where the world of the aristocracy is my
playground of Hollywood knives... and I am ready to be a true
aristocrat lady... a lady with a knife am I.. except the knife is my
skin.. my bare skin... and the knife is like an invisible perfume
which exudes from my barest skin... like an onion odour from my bare
skin this knife is.. like an onion knife with peels, layers, veils
and onion curtains of metaphysical mists.. an onion of metaphysical
mists, of layers of mists, is the perfume emanating from my onion
skin, from my bare onion skin an autumn skin I have like a bare
autumn leaf skin in my autumn soil and toil of my soul like a seeping
black mineral skin I have at the barest, most subcutaneous surface of
my skin is a black mineral which seeps its way outwards to the
surface of my body exhuming itself nude in flavour and allure... and
in allusion.. my body nude in allusion in the rank sweat and grunt of
illusion... for I am maya.. I am a weaver of illusion and this
illusion is mist and perfume all seeping out of me like a blackest
mineral in my core and at my barest surface skin.. I .. am ..
Poison.. Ivy...
monologue for bare Poison ivy written
by Hanno Athena or by Hanno Aphrodite... by Hanno Ridal Raudsepp....
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