In Orchestra
- Home
- About
- Prose
- Stickers and Margarita
- The death courtyard
- All Hallow’s Eve
- Aussies in Alaska
- Betty creature
- Crunch
- Hummhimmina’s Tuft
- In a Circle
- In the sky
- Livid anal fact
- Lollipop shop
- Major Arcana (1)
- Major Arcana (2)
- Ocelot dreams
- Peony Sauce
- Pink teeth and elephant’s feet
- Prologue to The Escape
- The City of Violins
- The Escape
- The exodus of the good people of Gongolia
- Queen of my mouth
- Sex Magic (part 1) – The Invocation
- Sex Magic (part 2) – The Flood
- Sex Magic (part 3) – The Song
- The Octopus and The Barkeep
- Sex Magic (part 4) – You May
- The Pact
- Sex Magic part 5 – But Don’t Slay Me
- The Quest for Enormous Omelettes
- The sky at night
- The Thief and the Boy
- Witching Hour
- Yes, it is like Venice.
- You and no one else
- Poems
- An anti-matter dream
- A blackened pile of geometrical shapes
- A few years of the wasteland
- A left-faced archetype
- A macabre substitute for an old-fashioned charm
- A silvery darkness came into the room
- A snow cone
- A virtually continuous door
- All the kinds of love there ever were
- Am I a tiger, Scylla?
- An extreme and slanderous deduction
- Being a boy, or a man, or something
- Autoplasm is problematic
- Being spice
- Breaking petals
- Clawing in convulsive and epileptic madness
- Coiled around the trunk of the depravity tree
- Deep into your collarbone
- Distance and its loves
- Ego Frenetic; A Diotiman Mountain of Revenge
- Fantastical and mindless
- Fiddlesticks of autoplasm
- Imagine white
- In the night’s shade
- It is the night, the mother of this dawn I hailed
- Magical Weapons
- Molière is having a soirée!
- My memory is sticky against your thigh
- Oberone
- Oo, ee! Tee hee!
- Ow-low-lowl, Scith-sip-sip
- Provided of love
- Silver nightmares
- Red lover, red lover
- Stuff on my floor
- Tenacity
- The client vultures wheel overhead
- The doll girl
- The half-tangible miasma of murk and foulness and anguished frenzy
- The open door leads to a secret room with a large box on a table
- The inverse rule
- The Pig in My Soul
- The Pig in My Soul (part 2)
- The shadow in the corner of your eye
- They howl in decrescendos
- They stole my ancient night
- To destroy a peach
- Twisting around the tiny lollipop sticks of a rabid witch
- Photos
- Art
- Uncategorized
Elva Jozef 
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