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.....