Laura Cylon by Venus Raven ( september 2011 )
Steel*'ACROSSI turn the page of the day,writing what I’m toldby the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the dark.I want proofs of darkness, wantto drink the black wine:take my eyes and crush them.A drop of nighton your breast’s tip:mysteries of the carnation.Closing my eyesI open them inside your eyes.Always awakeon its garnet bed:your wet tongue.There are fountainsin the garden of your veins.With a mask of bloodI cross your thoughts blankly:amnesia guides meto the other side of life.’ -Octavio Paz (1914-1998)

Laura Cylon by Venus Raven ( september 2011 )

Steel

*
'ACROSS

I turn the page of the day,
writing what I’m told
by the motion of your eyelashes.

I enter you,
the truthfulness of the dark.
I want proofs of darkness, want
to drink the black wine:
take my eyes and crush them.

A drop of night
on your breast’s tip:
mysteries of the carnation.

Closing my eyes
I open them inside your eyes.

Always awake
on its garnet bed:
your wet tongue.

There are fountains
in the garden of your veins.

With a mask of blood
I cross your thoughts blankly:
amnesia guides me
to the other side of life.’ 

-Octavio Paz (1914-1998)

Laura Cylon by Venus Raven ( september 2011 )
Steel*'ACROSSI turn the page of the day,writing what I’m toldby the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the dark.I want proofs of darkness, wantto drink the black wine:take my eyes and crush them.A drop of nighton your breast’s tip:mysteries of the carnation.Closing my eyesI open them inside your eyes.Always awakeon its garnet bed:your wet tongue.There are fountainsin the garden of your veins.With a mask of bloodI cross your thoughts blankly:amnesia guides meto the other side of life.’ -Octavio Paz (1914-1998)

Laura Cylon by Venus Raven ( september 2011 )

Steel

*
'ACROSS

I turn the page of the day,
writing what I’m told
by the motion of your eyelashes.

I enter you,
the truthfulness of the dark.
I want proofs of darkness, want
to drink the black wine:
take my eyes and crush them.

A drop of night
on your breast’s tip:
mysteries of the carnation.

Closing my eyes
I open them inside your eyes.

Always awake
on its garnet bed:
your wet tongue.

There are fountains
in the garden of your veins.

With a mask of blood
I cross your thoughts blankly:
amnesia guides me
to the other side of life.’ 

-Octavio Paz (1914-1998)

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Laura Cylon. 24 years old. French. Based in East London. Blue Turquoise hair. Few piercings and tattoos. 1m70. Dress size 10.
I aim to do some work around the themes of Virtuality / Fantasy / Minimalism / Fine Art / Fetish / Shibari / Sci-Fi / Body Modifications / High Fashion / Cyberpunk / Goth /
And anything conceptual / geeky / dark / freaky.

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