this probably needs to be edited, but screw it.
Have You Seen My Brother?
IT happened at a nameless hole of salty foods in Coney Island. The place reflected well what Coney Island always felt like to me: crowded, infested with some sort of materialistic hunger, but no matter how many people were crawling around looking for that moments appetizing thrill, everything always felt empty....
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Have You Seen My Brother?
IT happened at a nameless hole of salty foods in Coney Island. The place reflected well what Coney Island always felt like to me: crowded, infested with some sort of materialistic hunger, but no matter how many people were crawling around looking for that moments appetizing thrill, everything always felt empty....
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no.
clocknova:
No? Why not?
hey darlings!! i am in the process of recording songs for my upcoming CD, Veruca Salt As A Teenager. check out my cover of GnR's Paradise City on my online magazine, Art Is God, just go to artisgod.com and click on the link at the bottom of the table of contents page. also check out my interview with JT LeRoy!!!
thanks babies!!!
-jordan
thanks babies!!!
-jordan
ahriman:
You do a cover of gnr. And it's good.
Have I ever mentioned that you're the coolest cat in the whole wide world? Cause if not; then, well, you know...
Have I ever mentioned that you're the coolest cat in the whole wide world? Cause if not; then, well, you know...
ahriman:
What's cookin good lookin? Just stoppin in to say howdy, see what you're up to and stuff. 
from a collection of short stories that will be published by the goddess of all that's right and real sometime next year...
The Interview
Brad Swine (writer for porn magazine) How old were you, Sivia, when you ran away from home?
Sivias eyes drop to her ripped stockings. Her black fishnet stockings against her pale white skin remind Brad of a fenced in yard of...
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The Interview
Brad Swine (writer for porn magazine) How old were you, Sivia, when you ran away from home?
Sivias eyes drop to her ripped stockings. Her black fishnet stockings against her pale white skin remind Brad of a fenced in yard of...
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mtlqueen:
whoa. that's riveting stuff...
ahriman:
hi diddly ho friend...
Just checkin in to see how it's goin with you.
so, how it's going with you?
yep. I'm leaving now...
Just checkin in to see how it's goin with you.
so, how it's going with you?
yep. I'm leaving now...
writing sucks.
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shayne:
so i hear that you may be showing up in
[MEMBER=Ixion's] burlesque?
[MEMBER=Ixion's] burlesque?
ahriman:
Why? 
'Hoax In Tux'
Shes skin and bones
She shaves her throne
She goes out alone
She comes back
With even less
She touches his chest
But the raindrop
Finds his heart
As it pounces on the trashcans
Tin top.
I told her he was stupid
And I swore I killed cupid
I wish I were a boy
Id show her how its done
In my...
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Shes skin and bones
She shaves her throne
She goes out alone
She comes back
With even less
She touches his chest
But the raindrop
Finds his heart
As it pounces on the trashcans
Tin top.
I told her he was stupid
And I swore I killed cupid
I wish I were a boy
Id show her how its done
In my...
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My Bushs Invasion
I have good news, Jack, a triple threat: a former hustler, a street kid still, and my boyfriend, said as we left the cafe. We can stay at my moms tonight. He looked down at me as we stood on Kokomos front stoop. His face was revealing a variety pack of sad emotions.
Your moms? I asked, not understanding. Jacks mom kicked...
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I have good news, Jack, a triple threat: a former hustler, a street kid still, and my boyfriend, said as we left the cafe. We can stay at my moms tonight. He looked down at me as we stood on Kokomos front stoop. His face was revealing a variety pack of sad emotions.
Your moms? I asked, not understanding. Jacks mom kicked...
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ahriman:
I'm working on transfering my story to the computer. When I get a chapter or so done, I'll post it for you. On a more important note...
...It's a treat whenever I come to read one of your journal entries. I know I've said it before; but you're an amazing writer.
You don't have to share your writings with us like you do. You're a sharing a piece of yourself, and I'd just to say thank you for that.
...It's a treat whenever I come to read one of your journal entries. I know I've said it before; but you're an amazing writer.
You don't have to share your writings with us like you do. You're a sharing a piece of yourself, and I'd just to say thank you for that.
wednesday:
oh... i don't know what to say! thank you... 
A Slaughter-Studio
Jackie was sure that no one from a gang would go to Manhole to look for him. Manhole was a gay bar on North Halsted Street; where the proudest men flocked. Im sure Jackie still hides out there today, but just like his edgy life on the streets, thats another place I feel unwelcome.
Jackie was a skinny guy. He was part Russian...
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Jackie was sure that no one from a gang would go to Manhole to look for him. Manhole was a gay bar on North Halsted Street; where the proudest men flocked. Im sure Jackie still hides out there today, but just like his edgy life on the streets, thats another place I feel unwelcome.
Jackie was a skinny guy. He was part Russian...
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ahriman:
I've been writing by hand( so that I can work wherever I am). I will, however, try to get something up on the computer so you can read it.
I'd love feedback of any kind.
I'd love feedback of any kind.
broadwaybee:
Longest journal EVER.
Real Doll Hannah And The Bartender
Real Doll Hannah stood at a perfect height of six feet, appearing colossal compared to the almost midget sized wait staff that scattered around her in a panic to drop off everyones drinks at The Discoteque. Real Doll Hannah hailed over the chaos, her sparkly blue eyes were like chunks of diamonds and her mouth, which produced a smile...
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Real Doll Hannah stood at a perfect height of six feet, appearing colossal compared to the almost midget sized wait staff that scattered around her in a panic to drop off everyones drinks at The Discoteque. Real Doll Hannah hailed over the chaos, her sparkly blue eyes were like chunks of diamonds and her mouth, which produced a smile...
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missy:
hey lady e-mail me right away. Thanks!
xxoo
-missy
xxoo
-missy
silveronthetree:
enjoyed it loads. Interesting subject matter. Odd though. Wanted to know more.
'Rabbit'
Ive been stabbing myself in the gut
And painting your canvass with my blood
So when you get the big break from the art dealer
I expect a piece of the cut
I swerve too close to the edge of Human Road
I cut myself to punish myself for cutting myself the first time
Im going to bleed to death real soon,
This we...
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Ive been stabbing myself in the gut
And painting your canvass with my blood
So when you get the big break from the art dealer
I expect a piece of the cut
I swerve too close to the edge of Human Road
I cut myself to punish myself for cutting myself the first time
Im going to bleed to death real soon,
This we...
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kasara:
Woah, that's such a cool piece of poetry. Very visual indeed.
Also, congratulations to you and your Ace doll.