Ooh profane title |
I Love FuckingI love fuckingI love loveI fucking love loveI fucking love fuckingI fucking loveI lovefuckinglove fuckingI fucking love love fuckingI love fuckingIf you read I love fucking, you didn't r...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 14:42:00 GMT |
Don't worry, it's fiction [and only an intro to summat]- thank f*ck O_O |
Sometimes the man across the road wishes he could take a pair of scissors to his paunch, hold it out in great fistfuls, take the shears aloft and bring them across in one great slicing arc- leaving a...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 05:20:00 GMT |
[Semi]fictional fragment/exercise |
I am going to relate to you something that happened to me. It wasn't long ago, and it wasn't a particularly melodramatic event, but nonetheless it has left an impression.
I was standing on the sticky/...
Posted by on Wed, 31 May 2006 06:50:00 GMT |
The start of... something. |
-and then he was aware of lucidity. He was comfotrable, and warm inside the very back of his scalp; but was beginning to let the outside world trickle back.
Fuck, his legs were sore. It felt like the ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 17:48:00 GMT |
Null |
I lament...Oh, i'm lamentable."Tears are in your eyes" say La Tengoand i speak through ductsbut it's shite.
"Oh, that is not what i meant to say at all"and half of me is swollenwhile the other on...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 13:34:00 GMT |
KILLS 99.9% OF PUNCTUATION DEAD |
I shall make a film a film for all of us about nothing human it will be written in words that are shaped by aches and it will show light from myriad disconnected pupils and colours straight from night...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 13:30:00 GMT |
The Chaste Land |
'The Chaste Land'In the beginning there was Zero.
A white hot blanket.Then, noone asked for light.But light came.Then came fools.And they wrote about lambs, and carpenterswhores and fish.Because they ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 13:28:00 GMT |
Rimbaud's Mouth |
Lower than nipple whorls,
aureole of the navel,
and prickled hillock,
is the ringed moss.
The Raw peeks and hides
tingles/flexes/moistens
spasms
Fluid comes to bathe and bathe
and breathe.
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 18:34:00 GMT |
The 'L' Word |
Clammy hand,
clasping muck,
Can i stand,
His first great fuck?
Glassy bauble,
Bright, star-blue,
Sharp; it's awful,
From fluid it grew.
Flaccid meat,
where cum-beads lay,
...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 18:29:00 GMT |
Lady Eros |
On the table,
supine
Is an angel.
An angel on my table.
Her legs spread,
each heel firm on the lacquered surface.
In her mossy cleft
her meat halo still intact,
puffs a drop of blood.
Analesque.
On h...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 18:24:00 GMT |
