Coffee table in the hotel room: scenes of extreme violence and erotic misery from Las Vegas.

Some unbelievably beautiful new photography from Adarsha Benjamin

So I was walking down the street to the dry cleaners last Friday the 13th and I get attacked by a fucking dog – he takes a healthy bite into my calf; putting some nice teeth marks in my jeans. Not ten minutes after, I was waiting at a cross-walk and an older guy asks me if the tattoo behind my ear hurt. I tell him no iand we talk about tattoos as we cross the boulevard. The next thing I know he is excitedly taking off his jacket, scarf, sweater and t-shirt to show me all his tattoos (we’re in San Francisco its about 55 degrees in the middle of August). Most of his tattoos were done by Ed Hardy during Ed’s halcyon days, before Audigier destroyed his image and sold out his art to the masses in the form of cheap bedazzled t-shirts. One that caught my eye was Bambi being crushed by a giant lizard foot on a film strip. “Bambi Meets Godzilla” is a two minute long 1969 cartoon by Marv Newland. More of his amazing tattoos after the jump. (more…)

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“It’s harder to lose the wish to love than the wish to live.” Louis-Ferdinand Celine

Gacela of Unforseen Love

No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
in the plaza with moon of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced
your waist, enemy of the snow.

Between plaster and jasmins, your glance
was a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give you
the ivory letters that say “siempre”,

“siempre”, “siempre” : garden of my agony,
your body elusive always,
that blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth already lightless for my death.

F.G.L.

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