Vassilis Kizilos Fiction

Words didn't talk about the world outside but it sounded like sweating over Berlin. When I met her on a barslide of impeccable suicide we were sure that the end would echo the erotic acts forever. When I asked her to follow me to Paris, she did. It could be a stranger's hand stirring the sensations,... Sign in to see full entry.

SCARS OF DAWN by VASSILIS KIZILOS Dreamcells: They manifest and multiply by internal refolding at the broken edges of dreams, when assimilated they are converted into visitors of dreams, a function they maintain for millenniums. They are made of dream-plasma and vacuum. They use dimension... Sign in to see full entry.