XXX - THE PRIVATE ROOM - XXX

Kaleidoscope Man

2006-08-16T01:15:00.000-07:00

Who wouldn't be tempted to try

A man as cool as cheesecake

as fine as apple pie?

Who would suspect of the hard working,

gentle husband, loving father,

self made man?
Who would?

Who can?

He is the kind of man who constantly needs to prove himself he can. He is a vampire, a godlike satire, he's on heat, he's on fire, he's a real live wire. he longs to be known by every boy and girl. He wants to be known in the whole wide world. he wants you to recognize his label. He wants to show you he has what it takes, to break you down, to break down your high stakes and he wants to watch you pay, to watch you pay for your mistakes.

Self assured and risk addicted he'll never be convicted, for all of his sins, as long as the world spins and nights turn into days,, he knows he always wins for he never prays, he only preys. He is the demon that wants your soul, he's sex and drugs and rock and roll, and he always attains his goal no matter how hard to reach because he is aware you have to do what you preach.

Always ahead of his Time he gets better with age like a good wine. I've never seen a guy so fine, you know he makes me wish he was mine. Another Trammel on the loose consummed by work, work, work and booze. He wants us all to know he is cool, he wants to use his tool, to treat you like a a fool and take you back to school.

He wants you to acknowledge his brand, the touch of his hand, he wants to make a stand. He wants to win you over and take control of the wheel, he wants to hurt you in a way you can feel. He wants you to crawl, to seduce you with just a smile, he is a little bastard but the little bastard has style. He wants to excell but ends up exceeding. No one knows where he's heading. Living on the run he moves too fast, he never needs to make it last. There always be a new oportunity and the limit is aas far as the eye can see. He only wants your body to fuck with your brains, leave you with stains, put you in chains, take you to the edge and push you a little further, he wants to get away, to get away with murder.

He is known by many names I call him Kaleidoscope Man because he wants to do it all and he does it because he can.

Inês Ramos

3.V.2006

I Miss Chris...

2006-07-26T17:54:00.000-07:00

- Who's Chris... ?
- It's not «who» it's «what».
- It's Christmas.

The Opposite of Sex

2006-07-07T09:30:00.000-07:00

Just a thought...

Sex is a physical need for men and an emotional need for women. If a woman knows that a man finds her desirable and wants to have sex with her, that in itself fulfils her emotional need. Therefore, if a man wants to have a chance of actually having sex with her, he needs to make her think that he don't finds her sexually attractive. The less sexually interested in her that he appears to be, the more sexually interested in him she becomes.

Incidentally, this is why men can never get rid of women that they actually don't want to have sex with: Ignore them totally and women become obsessed stalkers.

Extreme Bondage

2006-07-07T08:46:00.000-07:00

The Feeling - Sewn

Kaleidoscope Man

2006-06-14T17:52:00.000-07:00

I miss the days of seeing her face
And Abby The World's Greatest Dog
I miss the kiss of the ring mistress
While the lions sharpen their claws
I miss the thrill of love in a can
That I bought from Kaleidoscope Man
I miss the clowns fooling around
Then they run in the bathroom to cry
I miss the chimp they dressed like a pimp
And then taught him to whisper goodbye
I miss the thrill of love in a can
That I bought from Kaleidoscope Man
Gone are the evenings of fire
Gone are the moments of bliss
I long for the feel
Of her hands on my soul
And I long
How I long to be missed
I miss the time when she was alive
And things were as they should be
I miss my painting of twelve ladies fainting
She never returned it to me
I miss the tune played by the band
That was led by Kaleidoscope Man
I miss the tune that went with the dance
That we did for Kaleidoscope Man

Lyrics by: Huntwork Hewitt

2006-06-09T19:33:00.000-07:00

Everything

2006-06-06T15:56:00.000-07:00

Who knows how long I've loved you,

You know I love you still,

Will I wait a lonely lifetime,

If you want me to I will

The Beatles

I will peel back your defenses

leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

I will claim the deepest parts of your soul,

all the hidden areas you did not know that existed.

I will take you to places so dark

that you will need me to pull you back out.

I will accept nothing less than...

Everything.

(s)AINT

2006-05-30T02:24:00.000-07:00

I don't care if your world is ending today
Because I wasn't invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart
But now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art

I got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like U

You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
Now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with a snow-white smile
But you'll ever be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

I am a bonetop, a death's head
On a mopstick
You infected me, took diamonds
I took all your shit
Your sell-by date expired
So you had to be sold
I'm a suffer-genius and
Vivi-sex symbol

You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
Now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with a snow-white smile
But you'll never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is U
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like U

I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like U
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow-white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow-white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

Lyrics by: Marilyn Manson

Chains of Love

2006-05-30T01:53:00.000-07:00

How can I explain when there are few words I can choose
How can I explain when words get broken

Do you remember there was a time
When people on the street
Were walking hand in hand in hand
They used to talk about the weather
Making plans together, days would last forever

Come to me, cover me, hold me
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up, don't give up
Together with me and my baby, break the chains of love

Do you remember once upon a time
When there were open doors, an invitation to the world
We were falling in and out with lovers
Looking out for others, our sisters and our brothers

Come to me, cover me, hold me
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up, don't give up
Together with me and my baby, break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love

How can I explain when there are few words I can choose
And how can I explain when words get broken

We used to talk about the weather
Making plans together, days would last forever

Come to me, cover me, hold me
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up, don't give up
Together with me and my baby, break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love

Don't give up, don't give up
Together with me and my baby, break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up, don't give up

Together with me and my baby, break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love...

Lyrics by: Erasure

CLOSER

2006-05-29T03:59:00.000-07:00

Trent Reznor

(Nine Inch Nails)

You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you

Help me I broke apart my insides.

Help me I've got no soul to sell

Help me the only thing that works for me.

Help me get away from myself

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to god

You can have my isolation.

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith.

You can have my everything

Help me you tear down my reason.

Help me it's your sex I can smell

Help me you make me perfect.

Help me become somebody else

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the trees

Within my stomach.

Scraped off my knees

I drink the honey inside your hive

You are the reason I stay alive

TRENT REZNOR

Venus in Furs

2006-05-29T02:36:00.000-07:00

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now bleed for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells,
please don't forsake him
Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart

The Velvet Underground
Lyrics by: Lou Reed

I Would Be Your Slave

2006-05-27T22:15:00.000-07:00

Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent path
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave

Do you sleep in quietude
Do you walk in peace
Do you laugh out loud at me
No one else is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave

I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand

I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
I would be your slave

I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand

I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave

David Bowie

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun

2006-05-27T19:54:00.000-07:00

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare

Light Bondage

2006-05-27T19:36:00.000-07:00

Dita

2006-05-27T19:09:00.000-07:00

Dita Von Teese by John Dietrich

It's Not About

2006-05-25T20:39:00.000-07:00

It's not about what they think it is, it's not about a checklist or filling in a quiz. It's not about showing off an operatic performance, rehearsing and acting for an audience. It's not about magic, it's not about science. It's not about exhibiting your manipulative toys, it's not about girls pretending to be boys. It's not about fashion, style or glitter. It's not about being sweet or being bitter. It's not about feeling guilt or shame. It's not about finding a scapegoat, someone to blame. It's not about, mark my words, it's not about sex, who comes next, who came before, who was there and who slammed the door. It's not about anguish, your darkest wish, a short leash, your favorite dish. It's not about darkness or light, delight or pain, leaving a stain, doing it for the sake of profit or personal gain. What are they thinking, those know-it-alls, sad and pathetic poor souls that can't tear down their walls, caged inside their only dope. It's not about rope. It's not about having hope that it will eventually become that. It's not about a dog. It's not about a cat. It's not about what you wear, what you like, being dark or being fair. It's not about a game, more of the same lame things you do on your everyday life, it's not about a husband, it's not about a wife. It's not about how to swoon, turning him into a groom. There's no bride, no pride, no side by side, unlike a glass elevator it just goes up or down, undergorund, safe and sound. It's not about a boy. It's not about a girl. It's not about the things that belong to the "Real World". It's not about giving in or giving up, a strike of luck, a good fuck. It's not about flesh and blood but the marrow you suck. It's not about yesterday news, being abused, rescuedm refused. It's not about love, it's not about hate, it's not about fate. It's not about rape, all the things you can sedate. It's not about being fate or thin, without or within. It's not about skin or bone, living like a rolling stone, like you're one of the guys, avoiding the truth believing in lies...

It's not about...

Inês Ramos

Thank you for the invitation.

2006-05-07T19:29:00.000-07:00

Thank you for your kind invitation Mistress Violeta.

Knock, knock...

2006-04-30T20:21:00.000-07:00

A metallic sound on the door knob... The door opens wide to let you in. Come in. We welcome you to The Private Room. Me and Lublin will be your hosts for this evening. This, is a place where wishes are taken for granted, fantasies are never too far-fetched and dreams do really come true. Here, Art is tied up with the darkest side of the Mind and bound within the realms of the Self. If the rainbow is a bridge between the world of mankind and the supernatural world, it also is representative of a bridge between the real world and fantasy and there is an abyss lying beneath the bridge that unites these two worlds, inside of which what gets drowned in the ocean of realism becomes a castway in the seven seas of poetry. Don't be afraid to step into the private room. No need to fear. All are welcome here. Feel free to explore and… Adore.