Tastes Like Rain Falling
The rain hits the neon and bursts the light into a billion different pieces; the broken bits of light travel out, reflecting off wildly into the crowd. She squeezes my hand with her own. The cool summer wind disperses itself amongst the people in the street, yanking at scarf-tails and jostling pedestrians. It is night, and the sky above is like molten black lava, rolling in on itself, rolling over...
Comics To Read; Tickets To Ride
Khymeria: Hey there. I’m slowly but surely progressing through my comic book must-read list this summer. I’m still on the look out for The Invisibles, but could you lend any other recommendations? That would be really appreciated, thank you. Recommending comics to read? Man, I could do that for a living! Single books: Kill Your Boyfriend, By Grant Morrison & Philip Bond...
Why Don't You Just Be You, and I'll just be here.
I’m in love with this girl. She doesn’t really know I exist, and I think I’m cool with that. I don’t think I’d actually like being caught in a small car with her; I don’t think I’d get along with her friends. I think she’d burn me, like every other fire that’s entranced me, drawn me in. Is it the damaging aspects I’m crazy about? Is it...
Reading: Anti-Gravity, Pro-Contact. As requested. I just got outta the shower.
All Those Lies For Nothing
I loved her like a bomb going off. I loved her like a facial burn. I loved her, but I never learned her name or where she lived. We just held hands and watch the sky catch fire, as the world turned to smoke and ash. Look way up above; you see that figure, crouched on the other side of the clouds? It’s endlessly large and hateful; a thousand times larger than the earth itself, just dying to...
Lined With Razored Fades
“I’m not scared of you; I just want to hold you down a while, and watch you burn.” She turns me over in her hands like I’m a winning ticket. Nervously, she picks at me like she wants to peel the label from off her bottle, and feel the cool, smooth naked glass fill her hand. She’s scared, not of me, but of consequences. She twists me the truth like she doesn’t...
keciasamethystheart asked: The clock was tick tocking down to nothing -a strained string of tint- and once this wire snaps, the whole world goes boom. The whole world dissolves into a cloud of smoke. This terminal ball of dust we cling to erupts into gold and crimson fire, burning what dreams and lives you thought you had to ash.
Dancing Not Standing
We made love on a big bed of angel-food cake, our sexual fluids sinking into the surface like icing melting in the ocean. We made love like we were in a music video, like everybody was watching and we wanted to make ‘em proud. Make ‘em envious. Make ‘em wish they were you, or me, or a little bit of both. We went out robbing stores, robbing them of all their conveniences. We stole...
Her Name Is: "No". Well...
She force-fed me cupcake kisses; icing mounted on her lips like a dead body mounted on the hood of the car. Yeah, she drives back into town, showing me off like a prize she won on the boardwalk by the beach. I’m just a thirty-three year-old dirtbag, baby; Listening to covers of pop songs on youtube, maybe. I was hoping we could be close, I was hoping we could get to know each other a bit...
Anonymous asked: So I just started following you and I absolutely LOVE what you post. I find you interesting. One question though- why do you have so many pictures of naked women? I'm not one of those people who are offended or anything, I actually find it... intriguing? Different? I find it unable to explain in words.
In space, no one can hear you dream. We float, effortlessly, like clouds that shall never give up their rain. We float like corpses in a river, like bugs on a breeze. The walls of our starship are hard plastics and metals, bending in on each other in thickening layers, almost like a thing alive. It breathes, providing us with oxygen. It swims forward, giving us motion that translates to...
I Heard You Thinking About Me
The note was left tacked to her door. In dreams, I’m your perfect man. I kill. I climb mountains and swim oceans. I destroy like a motherfucker. I wake up and I’m weak and little; my hands are numb claws. My wings are broken, gnarled things that stick out from my back like the twisted branches of rotting trees. Under my feet, the ground burns, and burns, and burns. I want to be your...
On A Typical Friday Night I Am:
Dressed a series of ornamental robes, standing a top the tallest tower in town, waving my fists at an uncaring sky full of stars that taunt me with their unreachable beauty, and horribly chilling laughter. Later, if there’s time, a cup of tea. Then, it’s off to the past! Yes, I spend my Friday nights In The Past, where I hunt the most deadly prey of all: drug-addled dinosaurs. Because...
Almost Saw Her
Skeletal body lost amongst the trees; no skin on her bones, no tongue in her mouth. See her wiggle, see her dance. She’s got pale white bones and hard black dreams and sometimes, just sometimes, when she’s alone she just screams and screams and. It’s an empty, hollow sound she makes. The wind rushes through where her memories would be. The wind howls through her emptiness like a...
Fallen, Forgotten, Fuckers
She kissed me with a mouthful of sugar; she kissed like pop-rocks melting into liquid LSD, acidic and sticky sweet. She kissed me like there was honey dripping down into her lap. We’re killing time like Temporal Assassins. We’re killing motherfuckers like it’s cool or something. Yeah, bad-asses, watching our watches, watching the sun fall down into the ocean. Everything fades...
Joyless Joy And The Night Of The Thousand Knives
They called her Joyless Joy because she cried razor blades and lit apartments on fire with her dirty thoughts. I remember, the cops asked her once, when they caught for a few minutes on live TV, they asked, “Joy, why are you so angry?” She smiled at them, her face smeared with red lipstick and red liquorice and the red, red blood of innocent victims. “I’m not angry,”...
You Should Contact Me If:
If you’re stuck on the moon and you can’t get home, or if the drugs you took earlier have you convinced that you’re being followed around by some really intelligent machines from another planet, who keep whispering dirty jokes just behind your ears. I could go for some of that, I could go for a mad tear; a run down through Mexico, robbing banks and sleeping atop ancient temple...
Famous For My Parts
I was an alien porn-star. I got paid big money to fuck well-paid bitches from other galaxies, other solar systems. Worlds full of strange young things who were paid to smile happily up at me, as I did my thing. I grew a scaly eighteen-inch cock to pleasure a super-intelligent colony of beetles in zero gravity; they saved my sexual fluids and refined the stuff into their honey hives, where it was...
I invented a new comic character. I call him… The Ethnicator! He has the power to punch people into different ethnic groups. “Watch out – he’ll beat you black!” “And blue?” “No… just black.” Yes. Just imagine, tough-guy dialogue like… “I’m gonna beat you into a new shade of Asian.” Or… “Once you go black, you’ll have to have me kick your ass again to go back.” And… “When I’m...
A Man Of Health And Waste
What puzzles you, is the nature, of my fame.
Steeled With A Kiss
I want black skin and a hoody. I want a jetpack and a ray-gun. I want to be an ancient asain master of martial arts. I want to be a Jewish Cowboy Poet. I want to be a Rastafarian Assassin. I want to be more gangster, more cutting edge, more hardcore, more streetwise, more smooth, more capable, more of everything. I want to be toughest guy in Cell Block E. I want to star in porno films,...
The first things people usually notice about me:
The first thing she noticed about him was his vast and imposing sense of desperate imaginative zeal. It was something about the way his thoughts trickled back down into his hair, something in the irregular patterns of static that wandered through his shadow. Some noticed his eyes; glowing in the dark like radioactive sources of anger. Others noticed his sense of direction, his unerring...
I'm Really Good At:
I’m excellent at drinking tea, and a little less so for wine, and considerably less so for beer. I could probably hold my own in a pie-and-peyote eating contest, but only if I had really supportive spirit animal to lead me through the darker parts of my own psyche and outer crust. I’m pretty sure I could be an astronaut if I wasn’t so scared of dying in outer space. I’m...
All That Want For Her Nameless Faces
She wanted me; she wanted me to fantasize about her. To write a letter about how much I wanted her, and how good it felt to need something like that. She imagined herself as a thousand different victims, and me, as the perfect serial killer. Taking her life, her love, her breath away… night after night after night. Yeah, everything fades to black, the movie gets quiet. She strips for me,...