The_Last_76

8 Dec 2015

Blood of a Rose

Machined steel. I prefer obsidian. There is something about volcanic glass that makes what I am about to do feel so much more intimate. Maybe it's the way the lightless surface seems to absorb and swallow whole the brilliance of it's illumination. Maybe i...

The_Last_76

8 Dec 2015

A Dream of Gods

I dreamt about you last night, as it happens. Truly. It’s been my less than sterling experience that when someone says ‘I dreamt about you last night’ it’s as an excuse or prelude to seduction. To tell them sweet words dripping with honey. To paint your f...

The_Last_76

8 Dec 2015

Meeting Her

Oh god. I’m actually doing this. Fuck me, I’m really doing this. I can’t believe I’m actually here. Leaning against a wall at Flinders Street Station, phone in hand and trying to act casual while I wait with agitated nervousness for the message that says...

The_Last_76

8 Dec 2015

Nutella

Nutella “So who is going to come back here and lick me clean?” I was only supposed to be going out to a quiet dinner. That was my plan. I was going to have a long day – movies, an appointment, drinking with friends, I thought a nice quiet meal with the lo...