July 2011
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Brought Out To Bite
Lust. Today is a day for lust.
It crawls in through your belly, and lays eggs in your brain.
Lust. It gets hot, and crawls around on the street. You get dirt in your mouth, and want to spit. You get blood in your mouth, blood or something else, and you swallow.
Lust crawls over your body like sweat, like a hive of angry insects, like unstoppable instincts urging your forward. Crushes that...
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Invisible Eyes On Fire
It’s a dancing night tonight, it’s a night full of stars and sparks and clever little moments bubbling over with laughter and sly glances.
I’m thinking about shoes on the floor; dancing shoes at dawn, as Jack would say. I’m thinking about falling love, and letting it slip out my eyes, as I look from one place to another.
I’m thinking about her and them and him and all those little moments we...
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Seriously....?
TUMBLR!!!
WHY YOU NO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DESERT AND DESSERT???
One is sandy and full of scorpions. The other is a tasty after-dinner treat.
JEBUS! COME ON PEOPLE! LETS ALL WORK TOGETHER AND GET THIS RIGHT!
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Prong Ambler Takes A Life
Prong Ambler stepped through the room, a portrait of feminine grace with a mouthful of opium-laced chewing tobacco, and dried bug-rustler blood on her pants.
“You ain’t taking me in,” Eldorado Steve screamed out, reaching for his gun as the crowed bar split in two, so as to let Eldorado Steve and Prong Ambler have a straight run at each other.
“I ain’t trying to...
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WE STOLE DRUGS FROM SCHOOL KIDS AND SOLD THEM TO...
Behind us, an army of robot bees is flying at what looks like about a billion miles an hour but is probably something closer to a hundred and sixty kilometres every two hours. They’re not bullets, they’re mechanised insects, set to hunt and kill.
I grin like a skinless skull and fire off at the cloud of robot hate, each bullet carving out a path of little dead faux-bugs, their...
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What A Lovely Girl You Are, What A Lovely Thing
I want to write a poem that sounds like your voice in my ear. I want your dirty little secrets to crawl up into my head and lay their little eggs. I want to feel you wiggling around, between my ears.
You make me drip slowly, like honey. You make the air taste like it’s on fire, way up high above the clouds. I feel like I could watch you drift in and out of this world, like a tide sweeping...
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Die Colours, Dye!
Waiting for the bleach to strip the colour from my hair, all the layers of colour I’ve got; the blue, the purple, the green at the back, the dark brown growing up, under it all… I hope I got my crown well this time. Drives me nuts when I leave some natural colour mixed in.
There’s fireworks in Vancouver tonight, and it’s Gay Pride week or weekend as well! There’ll...
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Words Not Written
Ah, the unfocused, guilt-ridden artist… stumbling across the morning like a drunk on a stranger’s lawn, spitting out bits of genius mingled with stomach-acid and last night’s meal.
It trickles down my front. My whole morning does. I just lose myself to time, to nothingness, to saying clever things to funny little people that I like. I lose my path, my inspiration, my...
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This May or May Not Have Happened To Somebody Else
Those were just words; that was just skin. They all break against you, like a bad idea or a shattered spine.
Me, I felt like I’d been trying, crying, for days. I’d been standing out in the rain, fully sexually aroused, like some sort of friendly neighbourhood pervert.
She laughs, and blows me away with one of those looks that cuts through the day like machine-gun fire.
She burns...
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where I might have been
I like that you might not like the way I want you, but you know it. I like that you can see things in me that you’re not familiar with, like a strange taste, or a postcard from a place only dreamed about.
You make me think uncomfortable words stitched into irregular phrases. You make my skin jumpy like I’m breaking out in an overtly sexual rash.
I imagine you, reading my letters,...
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COMICON: 5 DAYS in 15 MINUTES!!! →
A tour of the recent giant comic-con that went down in the states, brought to you by my buddy Brooke, the author of Broken Saints.
Brooke and I chew a lot of the same cerebral/literary turf, though often when we come together, it’s to battle out ideas in a very friendly fashion. We can start in similar places, and wind up in totally different locations, which is awesome, of course.
This is...
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Feeding Follows
I won’t talk about this a lot (hopefully), but I’ve started another Tumblr account, this one just for all the random, funny, sexy, and weird pictures that scroll past on my feed.
I don’t like to mix a lot of non-relevant stuff into my writing-blog, so there’s lots of stuff I see that I like that I just haven’t got a place to be.
So, if you want to follow my other,...
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Dot . Dot
If I took all the words I wanted to say and bundled them up into a single sentence and then shrunk that sentence down to its simplest form and then stood on that simplest form until it was a dot it would look just like this: . That single dot could be everything. All my love, all my passion, everything I was supposed to say to you but couldn’t find the nerve, every bit of something inside of...
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Dripping Down
Those aren’t your words, those aren’t your desires, those are just the bits you leave crumpled up at the foot of my bed, that’s just what you do to seem a little more naked around me, those are just lies meant to give rise to images in the head.
Word association around you is always a bit of a tricky game. You make me think such strange things, like numbers and colours and...
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No Reason To Worry
“You and I could fall in love, if that’s what you want to call it.” She breathes heavily at me, her skin smelling faintly of Green Tea and something sort of scary.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I see you online, and I want to talk to you. That sort of thing. I can’t put much order to it.”
“You just like talking,” she warns me, and she...
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Savage Tales!: Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Greeting... →
A big long chapter of my big long silly novel, SAVAGE TALES!
Creepy - mysterious - and stuff!
Sinister stuff.
savagetales:
The elevator doors hissed open like a snake giving warning, revealing a little man with dark orange skin. He was nearly four and a half feet tall, and looked to weigh about sixty pounds, plus a little pot belly. A bare fringe of dirty grey hair grew around the back of...
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Shouldn't Writing Be Fun?
Now, is it wrong that you have fun writing… Well. Of course I think the act of writing itself should be a pleasurable act, but at the same time, it should be pleasurable in the way of doing anything dangerous - walking a tightrope, fucking a stranger, poking at a sleepy jungle cat - wherein you are respectful of the fact that this thing you enjoy has no vested interest in seeing you live a...
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I Wouldn't Kid You
“Are you kidding? That guy’s so macho, he thinks fucking chicks is for faggots.”
I lean back, and reach for my bat. The sun goes red as blood, and everything falls away in a flurry of motion that my eyes can’t move fast enough to track.
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When I Really Think About You
I wish I always had a cigarette in my mouth when I was talking to you.
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Mona Lisa Motorbikes
Like some murderous robot come from the other side of the universe, come to crush us all, come to destroy and kill, like a monster machine built to spread fury and ruin -
I can’t seem to turn you off.
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Pushing Away and Breathing Hard
“You can’t stop me. You might be able to love me.” She says stuff like that when she’s drunk, when she’s armed, when she’s drunk, and armed with something sharp. She’s always armed with something sharp; her wit, her switchblade, her memory of the early morning sun.
Me, I could probably love her, if the money was ever right. There’s some sitting on...
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Desperate As We Were
She’s got a mouthful of sand, and a head full of broken dreams. She’s crawling over her former selves to get to me, a weapon clenched between her teeth.
She’s a wounded sunset, bleeding hot copper blood all across the map of these lands. Her hands drip blood like she just pulled herself down from a crucifixion.
She’s a dark drink on a hot night, she’s big black...
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Everybody Must Pay Something Sometime
I’ve never seen a thermonuclear explosion like you before.
I fell in love with an atomic expulsion of radiation, a kinetic cloud big enough to smash the planet to dust. I fell in love with her eyes, I fell in love with the sex. I fell in love with her lips and her dark sense of humour and her ability to cause mass-annihilation across the globe.
She held me close. She let me feel her...
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That's Her In My Arms
“She’ll never know all the things I didn’t say. She’ll never get a feel for these feelings I keep tucked away. They’re not really feelings, they’re more like urges. She makes my blood boil up to the surface, and it confuses me, perplexes me, makes me feel like I should know something more than I should. Wanting her makes me feel broken up and all made of sharp...
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Waves Of Mutilation
I came to you to fall in love with summer, to fall in love with tripping through the air, to fall in love with melting bowls of ice cream and forgotten melodies yelled out by mean little birds.
Instead, I found myself made the King Of All Ashes, ruler of lands fallen into ruination, sifting through clues in an attempt to make sense of desolation and boredom.
She kisses me on the cheek, and...
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You Ever Been Out On The Road After Dark?
“You got my voice in your head,” the voice on the radio repeats over and over again. And I know a half-truth from the road ahead but that doesn’t seem to matter between 3AM and 6AM, those quiet darker hours full of nothing but that special kind of nothing, the kind that doesn’t go anywhere or do anything.
“You got my voice in your head,” the voice on the...
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Things I Could Deal With That Aren't You
Novels.
Poetry
Dishes.
There’s a million books to write, a billion lines to connect, but there’s so much filth in the sink. I can’t trip this kind of fantastic all day. I have to stick my hands in the murky waters of the real world. I need to clean up this situation. I need to act like a real person with a real life, who can actually get things done.
Girls.
Solitude.
...
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Too Scared To Burn
I’ve been waiting all day for you to come and look me over. For you to find me wanting, for you to find me, here where you left me, wanting for you.
I’ve been waiting all my life for somebody to smile at me just like I think you might.
I’ve been waiting for so long to fall in love like gravity had a hold on my emotional responses. I’ve been waiting so long to look into...
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Crushed and Crushing
Crushed by this crush. It weighs over me, all cute smiles and sunshine and an active life full of dynamic jumping around. Me, I get sleepy just thinking that fast.
Crushed by this feeling of sleepy, sneaky affection. Crushed by this sense of muted longing, of a desire to be close to something, to hold it near, to think wild thoughts about fingers running through hair, hands gliding along skin.
I...
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Texting Letters
I’d love to write. I’d love to sexy little seductive things, interesting things, words that rambled on in some enticing fashion.
It’s early morning on Monday. I’ve got 3 days off, and a sick girl in my bed.
All I really want to do is read my book. I just started “Heart Shaped Box” by Joe Hill, and thus far, it’s fucking great.
So, not as much writing as...
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NeoNoir; Transformative Influences Gone Amuck
Hard-Boiled Neo-Noir. We’re talking about strange attractors here, and styles that turn quicksilver out on the road; I mean we’re slip-sliding here, manifesting like sci-fi angels, like pop stars with eyes and pockets full of starshine and strong drugs.
I close my eyes, and feel my reality flex around me, like buildings bubbling into broken glass in The Matrix, like Shadowcat...
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Everywhere Is Not A Place I Go Alone
You’re my Super 8.
You’re my Polaroid.
You’re my image from the past, haunting me like a laugh that just won’t fade from the room.
You’re a little lick of possibility, leaning up into the sky like an ice cream cone. You melt, and you melt me, you melt me with that look, that look I can’t ever deny.
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If I Could Be Anyone, Anywhere, I'd Be: Here/Now
“Did you notice how she reached for you?”
Of course I did. I don’t know how I could notice anything else. I noticed how she entered and re-entered my personal space. I noticed how she responded when I did it to her.
When you’re that fucking beautiful, I can’t not notice everything about you.
I say it’s affection, I say it’s friendship, I say...
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Playing Games At Arcade At The Edge Of The...
Do you want to see through me? Do you want to go with me? Do you want to go out? Do you want to stay in? Can you feel this moment, coming as inevitability as waves washing up on the shore?
She says, “Yeah,” and pauses. She tells me, “We’re getting naked, down at the beach.” I smile back at her, and tell her, telepathically, that I’ll never forget that...
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I don't think I agree with all that you say
Any time somebody says “Everything happens for a reason,” I’m going to just point at Africa.
“Really? Really? The whole of a continent, consumed by violence and famine and disease? And you think everything happens for a reason because you got a job doing telemarketing? God’s great plan is to let little babies die of AIDs, and for adults to be raped and mutilated,...
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We Can Always Try Some More
“I don’t believe in human error; I believe in gremlins. I think any time you can’t find something, it’s because it’s not there, and then when you do find it, it’s because it was returned to you.”
I breathe heavy, exhaling a plume of smoke towards the ceiling. A house key is in my hand, and I put it to his arm, like I’m trying to unlock the secret of...
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Not Mad, Just Maddening
Everything about you feels like a threat to me. A threat to my sanity, a threat of potential closeness, a threat that I’m going to have to admit something to you.
OK: I don’t just want any of these things, but goddamn it do I want your lips. I want to stand up close to you and think your thoughts. I want to feel confused and fucked up and alone and then I want it to all wash away like...
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"Nailed It."
Typing to you while I wait for my nails to dry; why do so few boys know how this feels? Rockers and homosexuals, not even hipsters. Why so few? Why are your fingertips so boring? Your hand looks to me like an unpainted house, or a blank canvas.
Hair too. Can’t you see the future from here? There’s going to be so much fun and adventure, but you really want to look your best, so you can...
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We're Not Going Out Like That
Say I don’t wanna die like a rat on a ship I don’t wanna die for somebody’s kicks Give me some fire In my hand I’m just a loser but- I’m gonna make a stand
I can’t stand the idea of dying, not out here, not without you by my side, not without an enemy’s blood to wash down the painful pill of passing on.
I didn’t come in here to fight, I came in here to lay my head down by...
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Falling For A Fate More Fun Than Fucking
Fuck me, but if there’s one thing I love doing, it’s falling in love.
I love falling love with the right person, over and over again. Life trickles by, and you watch them grow and change, and you think to yourself, “Yeah, I made the right choice.”
I have experienced Love At First Sight a handful of times in my life. I’ve been on either side of the expression.
I...
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Taking Time, Taking Tastes
“Everything I sell in my bookstore is too smart for you and your friends. I don’t think you’d be able to pull a cover open. I don’t think you could manage the complexity of hearing a voice in your head that wasn’t your own; I don’t think you’re prepared to read.”
We growl, and set fires behind our eyes. We peer into a fading field of darkness and melt little lies down around the edges.
I look...
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99 Ways To Lie
We went out finding way to open our eyes, to feel more full of life, to pour it down our throats until we were choked with bliss and sweetness.
Every time we communicate, it’s like a dance of killer bees, swimming through the wind. A bunch of randomly-timed explosions waiting to go off. A syringe full of pop-rocks, ready to burn in our veins.
We were, and are, creatures on the verge of...
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So Loud, So Bright, So Unseen or Heard
In response to a comment made: Yeah, I fuckin’ love The Invisibles. It’s like my bible or something. It’s like my favourite album forever. I like to just open it up overhead, and then trickle the colours and speech balloons all down over myself.
The Invisibles, by Grant Morrison. Sex, drugs, and sexy drugs.
I like to dose myself on The Invisibles, whenever something amazing is going to happen....
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Writing What's Written
Every once in a while I write some random piece of text that gets a whole bunch of attention, and it makes my day. It makes my day to see a dozen people tickled by a stray verse, or nuzzled by some sleepy little paragraph. It’s wonderful to get to share with people, to be seen.
I’d like to pick a piece or two, and maybe do little readings, turn them into little videos, and put them up online....
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Books and Booked
She’s polyamorous, I’m just a boy who’s read The Invisibles a lot.
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KUDI PEACHES: "Pansexual" # 8 →
This voice cuts right through me, time & time again.
kudipeaches:
It’s not about boobs Or penises or sex drive I like to fuck minds Wait wait wait! Let me explain before You jump the gun to brand me I don’t care for race Or religion or financial status How attractive you are physically Or how maybe you’d get an
A+ in sexually springing me Those…
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Uh, Right?
I’m allowed to fall in love with you a little, right? I mean, I know you can’t really ask on that stuff but… I don’t know if I let you have a really big impact on me ‘cause I like you, but you impact with me in a really big way.
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You Might Have Noticed I Like You
“Sorry; I feel like my emotional responses are about as subtle as my hair.”
