1920x1280 Ph: Carlos Castellano
cartoon hole
My mouth is flooding with saliva Waiting gladly for the night To turn me into a glorious hole Empty in the center Pierced Broken by force Sculpted circle Of good finishes Eclipsed by people Similar to those who still In these days Confess themselves Without seeing each other Separated by a cardboard wall Through which they pass Nocturnal genitals Decorated with drool, frost prayers and penances Maddened by the voice All powerful Of desire To taste The juice of God To give the hardened body Rejected and effeminate That the night conceals with pleasure By the feeling of contempt Born in the abyss Adopted by guilt. Listen to me! From the other side There is nothing