Thank you S.

Thank you Satan!!!

Pour la flamme que tu allumes
Au creux d'un lit pauvr' ou rupin
Pour le plaisir qui s'y consume
Dans la toile ou dans le satin
Pour les enfants que tu ranimes
Au fond des dortoirs chérubins
Pour leurs pétales anonymes
Comme la rose du matin
Thank you Satan....Leo F.

And we put the expiry date on this “assembly”, to this assembly, the assembly which is a monster that peaks on this society’s surface, nobody knows what will happen, but the dreams were sucked up and dried up by the same tastes and TV shows. That is what she heard him saying and Camilla woke up sweating. She saw immediately that he wasn’t there, she stood up and went to look for her knight. Finally she found him and was happy.

You remember me as your “special needs” right?- he said and entered his car and drove off and as a souvenir the knight left his aroma, which penetrated her nasal cavities as a “guilty pleasure”? and also left the image of his Brooks Brother fuchsia shirt.

She remained in her “London dream” screaming – FUCK, EVERYTHING IS SHIT!- She started walking. Millions of ideas passed through her head, thousands of ways to return to her country, but what would she tell her friends? return as a failure? But he had already told her, she already had her assembly and expiry date… “No fucking way” she said as she wiped her tears away and kept walking. “I’m a total failure as a woman, what a disgrace.”

She arrived at her apartment feeling neglected and couldn’t understand why she thought in sepia colors, she remembered her knight?, she thought about how she wasted all of her time , she didn’t do anything, she didn’t study and spent all of her time in her underwear drunk, in a shallow self-delusion and surfing porn sites on the web.

“My poor parents” she said “ they send me money and I spend it all in one day, I’ve been always a loser.. I’ve got everything to succeed but I’m still a loser”

She worked at her country’s embassy in London, she had only taken a few courses at the university and worked a commercial advisor. The people in her country were really surprised when they heard about the assignment, since she wasn’t at all a diplomat, yet thanks to her father’s political influences she got the post.

Camilla started crying because she was really alone, disenchantment had really completed its mission… It was that only that, disenchantment infiltrated by her new desolation. But as it always happened, they were only melancholy/anxiety?/ bursts of melancholy/ attacks. She remembered she worked as an exotic model but all the money she earned was spent in a couple of hours. She said to herself “I have to work in a few hours.

“Human beast”said the slovenian

“Mein teil” condemned the slender german girl “and the americans where placebos that only said that KU33 N. Y. was better!”

The models walked scowling and didn’t smile.

“You listened to cold and acidic music”, the knight had told her that in eastern europe there were beautiful women because Hitler has made some experiments there and some of these got excited watching amputations.

All of them shouted “Denn du bist was du isst”

..und ihr wisst was es ist..…

The flashes on the pupils made the shadow of the monster get gradually bigger and bigger, and its voice could be heard potently while it passed through the catwalk, it shouted “the expiry date on this assembly”, he was right and saw its image in seconds, she smiled faintly and then scowled and was about to start walking she made an obscene gesture and avanced seriously.

She didn’t want to go to the afterparty, she wanted to rest and read something of the master butcher and the inserted minimalist tendencies. She took a taxi.

She felt that was someone else, entered her room, the smell of curry of her neighboor angered her, it has a fat an ugly indian. She took off her Burberry Tailored Heritage jacket and took off her underwear and thew it into the trash can. She went to the bathroom took a piss and observed the Egon Schiele painting (a copy). She took her dildo, the dildo that the knight had given her, she started playing with herself and thinking about him, she remembered the way he did bondage with her, she liked how she got horny when he whipped her, how he put a horse’s flog on her ass and shouted to her “ kiss the floor”.

She closed here eyes and imagined his blue eyes when he fucked her with the dildo inserted in her ass, she always told him “cause I want u too!”.

She couldn’t sleep, her roommate fucked and screamed, she knew he was in love, they listened “when personality is scar tissue, we travel south (Interpol)”.

She became desperate, she wanted to fuck a stranger.

She got up, put her trench coat up and left.

She walked to the ATM, she noticed that her parents had already sent the transfer and smiled perversely.

She took the train to the London Underground staring at her reflection on the windows and saw it passing rapidly through her mind, but its shadow stayed in her mind for a longer period of time, she got scared, stood up and went to the bathroom. She took two pills, two Rivotrils and instantly felt ecstatic, thought about how her knight looked like Napoleon’s statue; the marble statue by Antonio Canova.

It was train 7084, always the same one, the same guys waiting for the next station, the boring robotic voice on the speakers exasperated her.

Her handy started ringing, it was Beatriz and told her in the “Vibe pub”.

“More cocktails”

“More blow”

“More X”

And decided to call the knight. He answered, “I can’t dear, you are so fucked up! You need a priest” and continued: “ Tell your friend to pray and you’ll see it on her surface.” He hung up and she was angry.

She drank more, inhaled some more blow and she smiled and told Beatriz: “Pray.”

And she started to pray as a joke: “Give us each day our daily bread, and forgive us our sins, for we

ourselves forgive everyone who is in debt with us. And lead us not into temptation.”

And Camilla screamed and screamed, then she cried, Beatriz sat silently terrorized and crossed herself while Camilla saw the monster… “Shut the fuck up!”

She started screaming again and threw a glass to the floor, then took another one and threw it to the bar and threw herself to the floor, everyone thought it was some type of Amy Winehouse act, more fucked up and underground. She fainted.

She opened her eyes and observed her friend next to her. Without saying anything she started kissing her friend and she played along, she fucked her just like the knight fucked her, she put the horse’s flog on her ass and whipped her. Beatriz loved it asking for more, Camilla observed the window and saw the monster and for the first time she wasn’t scared, a peaceful sensation took over her, “it’s beautiful” she remarked to herself, it was male version of her, it had horns and a tail, Beatriz stopped moaning and asked: “What’s wrong?” and Camilla exclaimed with a sweet smile: “Thank you my Satan!”