SEWED LOGS september 2006 - november 2006 - 1st sewing (plus additional rewrite)
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don juan project Log 06.09.2006
imagine A naked pagan, exploded into the fragments of his desires and obsessed by contact with his originality
you have like a naked paper doll such as you dress with layers
so we imagine him naked and then layer by layer we dress him are ther mirrors
perfumes brushes or not? how does he get himself ready for the task????? ok?
all this happen after he took a shower, i sippouse
describe
he prepares shower
water so hot after he washed himself carefully he put on body milk with aloe vera and makes sure even his toes have this treatment does he sing? his toes are perfect so he does not bother too much with them... does he exfoliate? brushing off dead skin maybe with?? i mean so many choices what does he use? what is exfoliate? removing dead cells from the skin
does he sing? is he excited in a special way or is this just everyday stuff?
does he sing? he is whisling something for his pleasure what? marching song a gentle almost unodible lulliby or both he loves hot water and the steam of the bathroom oh yes open pores makes him like a baby again he likes to watch himself in steamed mirror in the bathroom pure.... pure as baby he likes to write words in the steam on the mirror so as to see himself through the lines and mirror is saying to him you are the best you are the best caressing the soles of his feet and massaging softly his hunkle he likes to look at himself cheeks quite red from the hot water sweating but very very clean arsehole clean ball clean edible! there is a kind of special attention he gives to his genitals engioyng belly bottom touching himself with desire maybe plucks a hair or two/ just for form
he see gray ones but this makes him enjoy himself even more
imagines her looking at him naked later yes the grey ones give him gravitas
and he thinks she will like this
he is SURE she will like this he has prepared some underwear nothing special really soft like skin second skin undreware underlining his figure, his body and we haven't even put his knickers on yet! even if anyway even withouth bathing ,dirty and oily he knows his to-come one would adore him anyway
he prefers to be clean
it is like tabula rase he can think himself into the new conquest with a clean body his body like a blank sheet yes, every time it is like the very first time yes so he prefers the smell of toilet waters, lavenders musks from bottles as a kind of canvas like a blank page of paper needed to be written on to paint the new smells of this night with yes a body to write smells onto we haven't yet got his knicjers a body to engrave his being to his knickers on! we have to get him dressed we have to put some clothes on we have to stop drooling and get him dressed!!!! he likes the bulb under the silk texture the bulb being.. so full of him so.... he puts his knickers on...? PUT HIS KNICKERS ON!!!!! first a cinese simple but ancient golden nekeless on his onthe naked body HAS HE GOT HIS KNOCKERS ON? tight one
I am getting very concerned about his knickers
I mean it might be picky but does he put his t shirt on before his knockers??
he puts on first his knickers and than t shirt ok ok ok thanks, i can breathe now
so...
next?
parfume burkia? que? ancient cinese aroma coming from frotting condensed honey with giade and amber lovely that'll be it might be burkia fuck the brand names go the the essential oils the source of odours rub it in like waxing furniture
preserve the body in odours a first and lateron turcoise scarf9
he have whole collection of them. he chooses them depending of his feeling that moment yes yes yes he uses to put on several and sometimes he wears thjem like round his head like a gypsy and at others in his breast pocket like al lord in layers they also come in very useful for mopping up tears, semen, blood... many snotty noses from crying and he can p0lay the silk scarf erotic thing on her skin with it if she likes everything is neet comes out of a small elegant suitcase sdo all round, silk scarf- very useful he might be composer of simphony of scents
i think he is currently barefoot in knickers, t shirt and perfume
his nose reads feromones, too yes yes yes
we need to dress him!
its getting later and shes waiting he see himself in now already dried mirror brushes his teeth not bad not bad he thinks brushes his tongue breathes his breath into his had to smell it not bad not bad he thinlks shall i chew gum? kissing himself in the mirror as she would be there hmmmm the mirror is hard and wet one after another his cashmire and silk and golden -siver embroided sleevers he licks it and than bliking with one eye he wants to get himself imaginatively ready he is ready vodka glass cincin on the mirror for good luck so no he isn't ready!!! no no no he has no shoes on no trousers ]wheres the detail!?? he thinks what to put on his hair ohmygod we have forgotten so many details help!± its getting late! are we panicking? he opens his wardrobe
which fucking trousers????
a long female dress,just for contrst the black ones with the ribbon up the side yves saint laurent quoting flmenco tonight he feels for black and white green and blue like a peakok or..ohmygod elegant shall he go in a dress or as a peacock or in syt laurnet ?/the choices are endless... of corse his soft linnen trousers but he have to choose something
throusers with skirt
unusual shocking
but very elegant
new man what colour????
balck and white
infallible black and white women always go for that\ bow ties... stiff shirts total cliches that work everytime.. but no tie well..
maybe?
something else to untie later.. which is nice(?) and he can always use the tie for a little light bondage just for fun yes. ok. something between tie, silk and butterfly is he still singing?
metamorphosis
shoes shoes shoes???? and slowly to hi self where and what are his goddamn shoes? so far he has on underware, throusers with skirt, shirt with something around socks? so does he wear socks??? please don't tell me he wears socks in bed!!!! yes. they are not white. no please!!! good phew no he have no socks in the bed they have to be grey or charcola or black silk please please please!!! but he do have socks
thanks god
black or gray silk ones are cool how are his choes then? why women are so horrified with men in socks? and which socks did he choose? and how does he keep his socks/. in pairs? in fact, how is his wardrobe? tidy? organised? or a mess hmm? of course in pairs and in french socks organizer
i think he has a vuitton travle trunk as a wardrobe
with socks there is always such a mess... a symbol of his fugitive state a cabin trunk yes
sometimes he have no time to put them on when he is on the jump on his horse
yes of course but what the hell Ä‘so he have to buy new ones regularly
he is not attached to material things
remember that but he likes so much his red dancing shoes wel,k magenta actually
is he ready yet??????? i mean, how much longer will it take?
he treats his hear with creams
BUT WHEN SHE WILL RUN HER FINGER THROUGH HIS HAIR WILL HER FINGERS GET STICKY WITH GREASE AND OILS?
they are shiny as a fur of a wolf horse smell ah
he is using beer after he washes them
yes and in the summer fresh lemons no? strong stink makes parfumed oils assimetrical senses and much much more interesting so beer makes them shiny and light his hiar has to smell like the sea yes, lemons he likes very much i think it really has to smell like the sea no? yes, he comes from the sea
is he a shark?
but he especially likes sea and sea fruits he can be shark uis he ready? is he full of the right smells does he look good does he feel good? red harring is he ready to work on getting all these clothes off again then?? he checks the mirror. he is cool. he is satisfied how he looks she will. she will what?? i guess they will eat oysters and stuff now we have mentioned it? all that raw sea fruit? she will forget her lower mandibula somewhere down when she will see him and?? and he blinks to himself another time and leave the bathroom we need to think of her, imagine her too, like a naked paper doll slowly with curiosity as you open a wellwrapped gift.stinky. delicate parfume
but we cannot do this now
we do not have time we need to stay with him get it straight what he smells of the colour of his socks
so, what colour are his sockes, for sure then?
magenta thank you shoes? dark shiny blue? if the shoes are magenta, than... hat thank you
alpine with a fcrow feather i like magenta for socks
i want to ask something very silly that ailors ask
i want to know " which side he dresses" ( s0rry) xo you know what i am talking about ( i whisper now)
how you mean whish side he dress? well, it means which side i dont which side does he put his dick? ahh there are 3 choices left, of course thank you up down right
4 choises surely he doesn'tmove it around?????
no, he is not a monster from a circus exacl;ty! but his treasure is not average one... either i almost didn't dare ask but it is important to get the details for god is in the details yes, i know he is.... not average he does not put attention:any side will be great she actually isn't that interested in his size in any literal sense she has imagination they all do.. she is moved by his ..well, his eerything its beyond mechanical not size
and they haven't even met yet?!
yes. important is he is very satisfied with his size amazing!!!!!!!!!! you know something that occurs to me? wha?
she will not in the end be owrrying about the size of her vagina...
odd, no? he forgot to clean his ears! shit!
jewellry!! we forgot any jewllry
something very simple yes yes yes but what?? natural materials tooth of grizli or shark or some mistic symbor
he can tell a story latter ah good, for a moment i thought he was going to go all politically correct
yes something on his finger he can stroke and talk about in bed adfter the first fuck
always goesd dfown a treat he can say " well this ring is..." blah blah snd she will be fascinarted escpecially as the ring he is talking about was inside her just minutes ago bite the ring and fid the juell he says provocatively could be esmerald or some precolombian mythologic figure but we can't do this. they haven't met yet. we haven't even dressed her something what burns imagination of her it has to be speculative he knows how things go. he is ready to tell all the stories necessary yes but NOT YET!!! so he chooses his gadgets 'jewlery' his feathers AS STORYTELLING DEVICES? exuses yes hes a talented schmuck because he knows there will be questions
and he knows that all he will be wearing when those questions come is his ring
in paris he found a simple little stone and he uses to put it in his shiny blue shoes just for a hint of pain, just a shdow of pain
to stay awake
alive conscious because perfection bores him he is only interested in the crevices
like a crustacean
he is living in the cracks cracks? deep inside
he wears a gentle smile
he wears his heart on his sleeve
he wears but never tears
(the epilogue was added by anonymous after the session):
he decides he will wear his soul on his forehead he will be dreadfully honest he will be a fresh image of himself he will blend his intelect with his imagination in voluptous forms as to pierce her with his power to be naked and speak in the same time he will unravel stories with delicate transparent hidden compliments ... (inserted unanymous bouqets of inverted flowers slipped into her handback without noticing...) oh he loves his wings trembling inside his stomach before the storm before the first glance as agentle thrill of departure but different and especially because it seems so different with her She blew him away she is something very different a different species one might say she is unspeakable, no use writing about her... and here and since a very long time the great Don Juan felt scared
“Is she the one,?” a voice of dying ancestral voices whisper from his depths pretending to be him
Yes, he couldnt rubb it out, he was scared
But why?
Even when he met her he was changed, her presence changed him, he wasnt the cool guy with his decadent outlook on love and the universe, he was enslaved, it hit him like the head of a flying axe, and after those first words, he was paralysed, stunned as a rabbit peeing into his trousers before a giant anaconda, waiting, wanting and at the same time feering. No this wasnt love, anything but that, that word made unclean by too many tongues speaking it ... It was a miracle he could ask her to join him in a dinner. It was a miracle she said yes. What a vision of her he had then, she was a calm lake bathing him in the color of silence, flowing through him with a silence she couldnt see or feel or touch, only I could feel it and there was the stuff for a new intimate tragedy that I drank when we finally managed to shut up and begin to feel eachother.
And the dreams I had off her! I would dream and wake up still in love! That same faceless face that same intense androginous purity which enveloped me more beautifully than her melody More beautiful than anything in a future that is coming
Oh she is special...she is very special.
He stops fully dressed and thinks...wow... I might even not want to sleep with her, it was as if a sudden plague of his mindworks marveled at an image he was obsessed with in years ... I saw it in her eyes, she was untouched, she was shy, a hidden blush flowered on her cheacks pulsing as ripe fruit. (and i was afraid of breaking this vision of perfection, but the end is important in all things, it felt like i was involved in a ritual which ends with inserting your dick in an eleven year old girl. (ah not lolita!) She is longing like a vase that wants to be broken without knowing the meaning of broken
((maybe the virgin thing is a little cliche, but it can be one of the numerous perspectives divised by the chorus, the chorus brings together so many marvelous and contradictory things, the mind in which nothing is certain))) She is a wild fruit as from a place with distant and erotic exotic shores She is unpenetrable An enigma unpenetrable It would be better if I knew nothing about her, he says before slamming the door He shruggs his shoulders As he decends marrily into the coming abyss...
don juan project Log 13.09.2006
she was excited all day
her heart drummijng in her bones
boom boom
fever
she began naiked she put new sunglasses on examined her feet
shit she thought
lots of work here old nailpolish to remove she is preparing the long hot bath
with minerals and dried flowers
lemon and oliveoils alook in shoe closet to see, which one she'll wear horse milk donkeys milk like celopatra if you please!
she pours it into bath
adds lemon steam is filling the space she is very excited it stinks of hot milk and lemon
she doesn'\t want to emrge smelling of lemon cheescake
so she adds some rosewater
is she shaving?
some parts
she tries to be relaxedes she shaves her public hair but not totally
no]
she leaves some stripes of hair, shaped like
- intimfrisur
marilyn monroe ah so her pubes like marylin? is she doing this for him?
yes
of course she is doing this for herself there is something narcissistic in wishing to please another
cold smile
she is stroking herself she knows she will be swallowed by him imagining what he might like his gaze
the bath is ready
very very very very hot SHIT!!!! she burns her toes she saw him just once... in front of teh mirrror she obseves hr body from all sides, touches the parts she doesn't like she hasn't eaten all day to keep her belly tight
now she's starving!
chocolate a piece of chokolade, yeah sugar up
apiece of chocolade and a finger of champagne!!!!thats what she needs!!!!
veuve clicot so, relacx music on thinking of this man she only just met once
who she has heard so much about
splooosh
ahhhhhhh
he is interesting but a mistery and now we feel we are in a movie we have already seen in whcvih the camera catches the soap bublles on her shoulders from behind
(extra text added:) If he could only stay that way, a mistery, anonymous, a figment Shes afraid of coming To know who he is (if he could only stay perfect in her mind) She is afraid that glorious image would brake up and reveal another trickster longing only for the inside of her panties, like a sad nostalgia of his forgotten childhood dizziingly craving for a night in extazy and then forget about her like you forget the plot in a porn movie
to lure her into undressing and keep the image of her passion her nipples and her open flower of that moment only as a token and a fragile memory sinking into a promise for tomorrow, be it cliche or breathtakingly original... So she will take it slowly, unless... He rapes her or changes her mind (....)
the steam rising
her slightly sweaty no bubbles, no light on her cheeks and upper lips her pulse rising we need to remove this camera we need to create this moment aftresh a hand searching for a soft towell as if for the first time ever! how-d-we-rise-ab0ove-cliches?! how can we make this special? hers and only hers???? her moment of preparation her anticipation pure unadulterated by pulp how can we do this? how can she do this? is it possible??!!
each time is the first time
hmmmmm ha
she looks at herself in the mirror as she would see herself for the first time
in the steaming bath smelling of jojoba, lemons and miulk
mess in her head
why? does she want to go to this place?
(....)
No she wants to stop changing
Changing her clothes
Changing her body
Changing money
Changing lovers
Changing souls
She just wants all this bullshit to stop!!! (...)
she is not sure she knows really the woman she sees in the mirror well yes this is her recurring existential issue she's confused
((...))
she looks into the mirror and sees someone else someone who could pass
as a fruitfull obsession between two people the figment with which he
will built another image close to him so he can yearn for her in
private ((...))
she is still young.. does she want love?
she is on fire
she is a virgin
she doesn't want to think much
she is a virgin
that explains it
she want everything. love .respect. fun. to be amused she wants to be adorable and adored
she is a virgin and the question is, does she really want to?
about to be deflowered
and she is trying on the cliches she wants to forget all warnings and they fit she doesn't want the cliches to fit so well she wants her own story she is going to be deflowered by don Juan imagine that she knows this will happen feels it in her bones imagine that!! she is afraid not to be a la page yes and she is also afraid she will be late for the rendezvous such is her relaxation
She will choose if he performs well, she will grant him excess to her misteries
on the other hand she wants to be in fairy tale
she wants to kiss a frog
and change the world
to be mused by him she doesnt want romance or anything she has seen before she wants a briliant performance sparkling with lonely genius
she was reading so much about how it is, how it will be yes yes she heard about it, she is trilled and shy
she cannot quite picture herslef doing this thing yes she trusts her intuition now she sees the clock!
oopsa
time is tickling
fast all that silk stuff to get on
and th bathroom is so steamy even the towles don't dry her
so she puts a lot of body powder on a cloud of this!
she looks almost like a geisha
yes as if it rained flour wite like her soul.. she stands there in the steam white as a virgin and paints her lips a deep dark red she's scared she is perfectionist she had planned on the black dress... with spaghetti straps that fall off when she laughs yes, black dress on the white soul
getting dusty with the flour
of the powder
concentrate, she thinks.
everything will be fine
she still hasn't put her underwear on!
disaster! She doesnt need it anymore, she is a new woman from here on
hmm atchoo seven underware
short nervous smile
suddenly.....
hell
hell hell why tonight? and gets a tampax from a box because the ads say with tampax everythgin can be normal yes also, the tampon is like a rehearsal.. she knows somehow he will understand? he will have to. she knows that, like a hells angel, this might even excite him
(....)
Sorry darling its my enslavement to the moon that is the reason why you cant have me tonight, she will declare to him after the first long and promiscious kiss, just when he is about to perform that magic, so rarely mastered by man, namely, the succesfull unclipping of the braw. It will be perfect, she will make him hunger...
(...) he will not even notice her lust has gone
but she knows her lust will return once she has had a few glasses of champagen more and he is looking her in the eye so she have to choose underware black suddenly she thinks she IS dj then realises this is an illusian she is just a young virgin she's late preparing to be fucked by DJ with a dinner as a prelude
a ritual
anyway it will be bload during her first sex
yes maybe appropriately
she says
how can she do this?
you know, we are running out of time here/....
he's already on his horse...
she will tease him with her hymen like u tease a doggy with a bone bonner
what about her face? now the dress and shoes
he will thrilled if she would say to him she's a virgine ok ok ok so the face?..: i mean we got the dress, the underwear, the facial expression the lipstick and
right big fat mascara and come and fuck me lips red velvet shoes piercing in tongue ah come and fuck me shoes fuck me shoes as oppsoed to come and talk to me nicekly shoes?
she wants to be radical suddenly takes the razor...
and.. whoosh! shaves off her eyebrowes the razor to the head
her head bones are beautiful
she is like a nubian princess blup blup in the sink
she is bald and absotuly g0rgeous
no cliches she is bald and red lipped and absolutely gorgeous and she is slightly drunk and very cery ready for action!
like some goth halfway between oblivion and a firtst day at school
suddenly arghhhh! fucking blood! can't be how does she cope with Nature like this??? SHE IS NATURE yes, but she is about to do the seduction scene with DON JUAN for godssake! she takes off her dress and rinses it in water
puts it back on, wet....
luckily its a warm september night
it will dry
so when it gets dried it will keep the perfect shape of her body? yes you got it
parfume
shit yes forgot something japaneese ohhh he wiill says
shes imagining shes got vivid imagination light
strange
unbearable he wiill be completely at her mercy
yes she knows she has the power to seduce him even though he will believe he did it it is a secret she enjoys to nurse
tonight he has prey I WANT HIM! my flesh calls for you loverboy the baldwoman calling
like a tidalwave she needs to clam hertself calm
because she still needs to call the cab
and she's forgotten the number is it 44 22 55 66???? shit or 55446622? TAXY!!!!
or 55 66 77 88?
or 33 22 44 11?? numbers were never her forte TAXYYYYYYYYYY! she will pick it up on the street yes better last checking... in a ltiny mirror she will pick his dick out of his pants like a small worm tumbling on the edge
(...) of an expectable revelation
maybe it will encrimson her
she is drunk with possibilities which will narrow down the end of the night to not so many choices: My place?, Your place? Kitchen table, bad?
The arithmetics of seduction
The sexual global economy
Is that all there is? (...)
but that will be later is this all there is?
all there is to it?
she is ready for the encounter of two worlds
of course they will be very polite very english talk about the weather and stuff taking refuge in numerous ways of humble seduvtion before lezing the noose drop
and she will say u wanna come in and they wont be even standing at her door
but we haven't even set the scene for the meeting so this is ASLL IN HER HEAD little confusion
in her and our heads
but thats ok yes its post after modernism zism yes normal she is us, we are she its a gestalt thing yes our nipples is hard already
yes we are all bald and wet
damn my nipples can be seen !!! we are all longing for the moment so, is she ready to go out with her nipples ON?
everyone got their nipples on?
black and wet and tight ooh ahh lalala and salty mmm making that nice formation between her legs when she walks yes descrihbe: the nice formation is like:
a numb cat rubbing itself between her legs
i like that image it kind of works for me but why numb????
Cause she, namely her peach cannot speak, only yearn and drip
that slight phantomic wisper ankle-hips ancle-hips u. h.-u.h. its the legts crossed in front of each other that makes the fabric fall into the crotch like mannequins on the catwalk do fabric falling on bones.. anyways, she is not quite like that she is bald and powdered and drunk kind of kowing and not kn owing all at the same time as if she has been round the world and back again already born alrady died already born again into this life
and she KNOWS HIM
you know? she KNOWS HIM already.....
dj is just a dream dreaming
bno no no no hes not a DREAM. HE IS THERE, STANDING AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE RESTAURANT smoking waiting a smile curled on his upper lips weird weird girl he thinks because in this game they both know already what happens next nostrills pumoing. the art is in HOW..... but they have to do the eating thing first no? yes so all those shellfish waiting for them..the melted butter, garlic cooked wine.. ok so we have rushed to the table and i don't even know what it looks like.. we still need to give them dinner, our creations..
we create these people
from our minds shit - wheres the romanced gone? the ritual? we need the ritual
its late
she watches him eat and there will be a long long session to get them eating and fucking or not eating and not fucking or whatervert just swallowing with the eyes for the beginning no no eating no fucking just swallowing with eyes till the next scene ok?
no blow jobs no finger licking no fist fucking no tongue rubbing tonight darling no guava jellies no bananas shakes no aplle sorbetes no nothin no champagen poured down her nipples
no fucking seduction scene yet!!!! no stirrin it ups steak tartare! no dancin in the moonlight extatic like and chopin off penise and puttin them into back the earth shit
that hurt no blood oozing onto the velvet chair
no mascara melting down her cheeks as the wine gets to her and she starts crying with lust no whipped cream
to lick off no coffee with brandy in a heasted glass no zambucca on fire no tarantella.
no no no no none of that tongith no loss of self
just looks? as sinatra song? sniff sniff none. no flood no strangers in the night
how can i have an authentic feeling?? i want an authentic thought, image, feeling
but its impossible in this culture my soul is is in bits dj please help me puttin it back together will u my saviour its all been done i want to feel something new and new and new and..
ok ok
let me cut you so i see where it hurts ok ok bit by bit bring me a HATCHET ok ok ok ok divide me if it turns you on split me yes make me disappear spill my blood over the decks of this neverending storie i need a horse! to ride on i need to risdre away i need to go elsewere ik need a simile
to go elsewere
its just too much for my poor nevrons i need to go elsewhere and think :)
yes
we all needd to take our nipples and rest and let She and he work out the next chapter
My girl's name is Greta. She is approaching to a bar. She feels good, but maybe a bit shy, she hides it behind her selfconfidence, she pretends to be very, very tall, that usualy help. He's checking her, frienly, there is no danger in the air, his eyes are soft and misterious, she simply loves him, he's devoted and galant , brought her a present, she decides not to open the box je, the box stands between their glasses. they both stop talking, look to the side, than look to each other at the same time, they have to lough. She is sorry to be late, he's happy, that she came in your story maybe its OUR STORY!!!! yes it should be our
by writing together and letting ourselves be interrupted
permitting others to change us as we go
it is to cease to be me and become us ohohoh a kind of orgy of words we are all fiction.....