May 2012
4 tags
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...
6 tags
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...
