May 2012
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Mouths Too Full Of Madness
It’s morning, so down the street, the employees of Monkey Taco are sobering up, and preparing the monkey meat for the city’s daily dose of tacos; first the workers have to get some ladders so as to get the monkeys out of the awnings and crawl-spaces, and then butchering begins. It sounds cruel, and it is, but the only other alternative is to let the monkeys roam free, and the last time that was...
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Tastes Like Tomorrows
We were still in bed when the cops came for us. We were still naked, and eating jam by the spoonful.
They said we were criminals. They said we were bad people. I said we were just hungry, just hungry and looking for some place to lay down for a while.
The mattress under me is soft and squishy. It’s full of sex and blood and other runny bits of humanity. It’s like sleeping on a...
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Here We Was
Bad thoughts are collapsing all around me; it’s like an earthquake in a book store, but all the books are my own; as they come cratering down around me, it’s my own words, raining down, reigning over… my own words reigning in me in.
My computer’s gotten sick so I have to haul it across town in a cab to let some dull-eyed savant glare at it until it’s happy again.
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All Around The Ways
Her tongue was a weapon; she’d weaponized all aspects of her sexuality, like there was some sort of a war coming. She crossed and uncrossed her legs like she was loading a gun. She looked at me, licked at me, like I was an ice cream, melting too fast in the hot sun, like her tongue was a long line of napalm about to devour me with heat.
She said something like “Oh baby, baby, please...
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All Alone Against Them All
Yeah shit, we were coming on like hardcore, we were coming on like bastards in the sun, all hot from heat and shiny from daylight. Polished steel, flexing proud.
When we brought down our samurai swords, it was a rain of metal shards; a billion tears cast down from the heavens. Yeah, “Heaven’s Tears”, that’s what I entitled my open salvo. Imagine god being sad and taking...
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She Was Why I Was Writing So Much, and the reason...
We were hotel-room lovers, not lovers of the room itself, but lovers in the room, of the room. We were bits of agony and ecstasy and fits of laughter and growlings, all set into a room of clean white sheets, in beds slept in by unseen fleets of strangers.
There was a lot of kissing, some stumbling, a bit of pain and a lot of pleasure.
She was my hotel-room hooker, she was a princess...
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Soon
I kept blogs and journals online, hoping somebody would read them, see me, feel me through my pages.
I wanted her to read me, and to fall in love. To want me. I wanted it to be sexual, intimate, and personal.
Put my words in your mouth. Fill yourself up with my ideas.
Yeah, I wanted to be read.
Now my audience draws closer. It makes me feel like it’s all I’ve ever wanted, to be...
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Hey Little World
“Make it real. Make it bleed.” She gives me orders like she’s writing pop songs. I follow her lead, I follow her ass, I follow her bullets into battle. She rides me like I’m a good song on her headphones, like we’re fucking under strobe lights.
Ahead of us, a bunch of bastards. You know the sort. Rednecks and authority figures and cunts named “Phil” and...
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Kicking You Out Like
She was sort of attractive, with those big empty eye sockets, skull balancing magically on the tip of the spine, with only a few handfuls of rotting flesh to hold her together.
Half her bones had been replaced with shiny metal bits; broken circuit boards and stainless steel cooking utensils melted into strangely organic-looking forms.
“Honest, on I’m on it,” she insists, moving like a...
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Down A Thousand Stairs
I’d wanted to learn things. I’d wanted to see the world. So, I packed a bag, and I headed out. I followed rumours and maps on the internet left by other travellers. I went to places that had names that’d never been spoken by men who’d grown up electricity or running water. I found cities that were on no maps, roads that went where no-one had been for many, many years.
And...
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Tasted Together
I cry for vengeance, she cries for ice cream.
She cries, for chocolate and vanilla, for smooth tastes to be licked down, for hot summer days that melt you across the ground. Ants get sticky in it, get trapped in it, trying to salvage something to eat from it all. Little bugs of summer.
I want something soft and warm to yield its treasures to my mouth. She wants to rinse me out of her hair, and...
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Your Love Is Like A Fist
She was like conversational lubrication; she made my tongue slippery and my words slick. She made me feel like I was dripping with sweat, and oil, and murder. She made me feel alive, and a little dead inside.
I could make love to her, but I’d need a hammer and a sword. I’d need some backup, and a spotter. I could make love to her, but I haven’t the cash or the cruelty that she...
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Come On Baby Spite My Fire
Give me a taste, give me a piece, give me just a little more to get by on…
She slips into my bed like a knife blade sliding between ribs, like a tongue sliding into a strange and alien mouth.
She tastes like tomorrow. She fucks like a fire starting on a field of dry grass, like one gust of wind or want and she’ll eat up everything from here to the horizon.
She’s a starburst, too...
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Evolving From Thought
Once again I’ll tell you, salvia is a hell of a drug.
Have you ever tried to hallucinate on drugs, only to find that your view is being blocked a fractal smear of living clown-faces evolving out of every point of being?
I got high, and turned to my girlfriend. I thought I had something to say, but I couldn’t think of what. All of reality had melted like a candle; all of reality has...
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Bring On The Night
It’s something that bursts from the shell of a gothling…
My gods, I suspect, all have agendas all their own. To survive, to be mighty, to be quietly ignored. Tonight I want to be nice, and smooth. Nice and Smooth.
Angry teenage mutant demigods, clashing hungrily in the sky, looking to get laid or to write their names in flaming letters across the skin of the moon. Kinetic energy radiates out,...
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And Down And Down And Down We Go
She forced herself into my life mouth.
She smiled sweetly and said things like, “I’ll give you enough truth to choke on; would you like that?”
I suppose I would have, I suppose I would’ve swallowed any poisonous rhetoric she’d spooned in past my lips. She could have coated her tongue in cyanide, and I’d have sucked it clean and thanked her for the privilege of...
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Why Not Keep Me Around?
She put me to her lips and lit me up; she turned me into smoke and sucked me down. Down, down, down into her, deeper and deeper, I was drawn.
Hold me. Keep me yours. Mix me with your blood. Let me into your brain, so I can change the way you think and feel and act. Let me live in your favourite songs, in your comfiest chair, in the spaces between the sheets of your bed.
I’m...
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smash the silence with the brick of self control
She broke me with her heart hammer. She shattered me with her love like I was made of glass and she was made of cold resentment.
She reminds me of punk kids lighting dumpster fires; her eyes make me think about raccoons stealing half-eaten burgers from the garbage cans of downtown. Urban wildlife, stealing food and spreading diseases; rabies, or maybe just lice.
She’s not a muse,...
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She was worse than a liar, she was a clone.
She was one of eighteen different versions of herself I made one night when I was feeling bored. She had several different haircuts, but generally similar body types, though decided to see how fat she could get, just out of curiosity.
I killed one off accidentally; pushed her from a really high height. I thought she’d had more stable footing, and realized how drunk she’d gotten. They...
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Anonymous Cubed: Lydia Smokes Up
Lydia lights her joint. Her lighter is an aqua-marine colour; an off-shade of blue caught somewhere between the sea and the sky. The grass she’s sitting cross-legged on is a light, bright green, like a sea of limes. Lydia draws off her joint heavily, and holds it. Holds it. Holds it.
Lydia looks up and over at me, and she smiles.
Lydia exhales a mouthful of bubbles, of bright shiny white...
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She Was All Ego And Eyes
She was coming onto me coyly, like she hadn’t done this sort of thing before, but she’s like to. She hit on me like half a virgin with cum on her thigh. She looked me up and down like she was licking the longest ice cream cone in the park, or an all-day-sucker than was going to drip multi-coloured syrup down over her hand.
“I want to eat you up,” she said, but she said it...
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Burn Me W/Your Binary
I’m not in love with her; I’m just tangled up in her wiring.
Her looseness, her loose cords, they get tied in knots around my fingers and my feet. Her long lines of electrical wiring; I run my hands along them, feeling her out, checking to see where she starts and stops, looking for gaps in the signal.
Her smile reminds me of a bird in a cage, except maybe I’m the bird, and...
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Her & That Photograph
3AM in the donut shop, and she comes in.
She’s got a photograph in her right hand, and a gun in her left. Her left hand is dripping blood in a chaotic-neutral pattern across the floor. You can hear it dripping, a counter-point rhythm to her little footsteps clicking on the smooth linoleum flooring. Click-splash-click.
She walks up to an old man, drinking an old coffee, alone. Nobody with...
