noise
is the first step
to silence
i'm having hallucinatory flashbacks
trauma revisited
living on faith's corner, permanently on the streets
always almost fainting from hunger
that's the way memory works
you've got to stop making second class movies about second class lives
turn yourself into the strong person
remember the texture of humiliation
only the perpetrator's view really achieves the horror
there's a lot of blur on the violence
you only reproduce what you see and what you know
boys are less likely to speak
rich people also sexually abuse their kids
the violent reverie
we live with the family secret hidden
it's under the table
the problem is that we used to believe
six arcs of self-destruction
how did i process what i saw?
the rest of my life was a hallucinatory flashback
while i was actually in her ass
i could not come
the next morning, in her pussy,
i had to fantasize about the ass to mouth in order to come
the reality of the assfuck was that it merely served to provide an infinitely more erotic memory of the event
consciously compulsive
violences fudge and blur into each other
aryan kaganof currently makes a living writing interesting bios for boring people. he drives a 1966 valiant and shoots glock 19. Learn about his film, SMS Sugar Man, or check out Kaganof.com.