LOVE-TAMERS

The trap has long been set. Like a secret mousetrap, to trap and lure the fleeing prey. It's all a playful deception of human relationships. As a holy, yet sinful, orphaned victim, he forces himself into the grip of mascara and eyeliner, so that even the dew-scented, ignorant teenage twitchers look like accomplished thirtysomethings. 

This is how the youngest members of the firmware profession are stuck in a real, syrupy, pink-baby heaven. They can get anybody with their prostitute prostitute Angelface: a successful businessman or a profiteering broker is all they need, since distant values, fake glamour and luxurious prison life can be paid off just as easily as their sensual, sexy bodies, the genesis of the universe, their vulnerable, lying love. 

If only to inspire absolute trust, they weave a diligent Moira-net around their unsuspecting victims with a single glance of Heaven, to later, as black widows, reverse their stigma-burning, humiliated, deliberate pains with a deadly blow. 

They also carefully hide from themselves. They would like the outside world to treat them with excitement mixed with prohibitions and ostracism: they are the secret guardian priestesses of Being, for they are trying to pass on, find out and decipher as much as possible along the hidden biological pathways. - They fade into gentle, silent shadows from the night, while by day they seduce like fairy-like, sweet butterfly butterflies.