Suicide Girls
Were always lounging in the Champagne Room
blowing money on
excess and street philosophy
Tragic clowns drop tears
as we break heads
Dropping our panties
giving handjobs in the backroom
Snipers are all around us
watching
as we exchange kisses (never on the mouth)
Bullets whiz by and every once in a while
we stop them
just to learn how blood flows
**...
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Were always lounging in the Champagne Room
blowing money on
excess and street philosophy
Tragic clowns drop tears
as we break heads
Dropping our panties
giving handjobs in the backroom
Snipers are all around us
watching
as we exchange kisses (never on the mouth)
Bullets whiz by and every once in a while
we stop them
just to learn how blood flows
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Plane rides
to Clownland
If your next stop is Tampa
you're fucked
We are going to the center of the obvious
to find the idiots
who parade as geniuses
and the geniuses
who are swine
In this zoo full of clowns, the bow-tie
is essential -
tied tight around your adrenal glands
denying your every orgasm
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to Clownland
If your next stop is Tampa
you're fucked
We are going to the center of the obvious
to find the idiots
who parade as geniuses
and the geniuses
who are swine
In this zoo full of clowns, the bow-tie
is essential -
tied tight around your adrenal glands
denying your every orgasm
**
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SHORT FICTION SET TO...
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sadisticmika:
How is it possible that TWO poeople have met the wrter, Kate Northrop (one of m faourites...) Jough had dinner with her, and plaingurl has met her too, quite nice person, that!
God... I am thinin of going to a workshop, but my ego is fering the inevitable worse of metric hobbling doggerel generating 'anyone cn do it', my boyfriend sucks, im sad poets!!! yikes!!!
Comunique.
Et ce fut toujours vindage pour ange.
-Artaud.
My Existence, in birth throes,
restlessly spat from the
Mouth of God. What a Shame,
Ours. A god who wanted
nothing more to do with it.
Here lies, all my histories, forward;
The foul taste in creation's mouth.
Spring has Lilacs, but, still,
Snow falls some day, if not this
and then another way.
I don't need to concern myself,
with that tired, fey boredom,
I've got those slags, those sculptured girls
drawn down upon St. Peters Street;
trading it in, what it? Whose it? Life? for
A Just mortgaged exorcism.
An excorcism of a purity.
We bought it, and we built it,
We sold it to them, and how foul!
What a taste, a non-state; upon
these blistered fringes of
Gods mouth; Je Suis
Only made only
(not for the Halelujeah); yet---
Only for the speaking, of a gospel
to
the non-moment
the non-existence
the non-death
A chain letter you've left unread, and well,
It only ever was made to...
Your future boy, pick up the Oblique
God-Card, Hanging Man, King
Word of god in epitaph,
A future, a horizon, a means, to...
tell you of your very own future,
You own it boy! It's yours, will you
Go quietly, do not otherwise,
Follow the letters, it's yours boy,
one thousand notorious histories
laid out, down as one--- and;
quite simply it reads:
here lies.
God... I am thinin of going to a workshop, but my ego is fering the inevitable worse of metric hobbling doggerel generating 'anyone cn do it', my boyfriend sucks, im sad poets!!! yikes!!!
Comunique.
Et ce fut toujours vindage pour ange.
-Artaud.
My Existence, in birth throes,
restlessly spat from the
Mouth of God. What a Shame,
Ours. A god who wanted
nothing more to do with it.
Here lies, all my histories, forward;
The foul taste in creation's mouth.
Spring has Lilacs, but, still,
Snow falls some day, if not this
and then another way.
I don't need to concern myself,
with that tired, fey boredom,
I've got those slags, those sculptured girls
drawn down upon St. Peters Street;
trading it in, what it? Whose it? Life? for
A Just mortgaged exorcism.
An excorcism of a purity.
We bought it, and we built it,
We sold it to them, and how foul!
What a taste, a non-state; upon
these blistered fringes of
Gods mouth; Je Suis
Only made only
(not for the Halelujeah); yet---
Only for the speaking, of a gospel
to
the non-moment
the non-existence
the non-death
A chain letter you've left unread, and well,
It only ever was made to...
Your future boy, pick up the Oblique
God-Card, Hanging Man, King
Word of god in epitaph,
A future, a horizon, a means, to...
tell you of your very own future,
You own it boy! It's yours, will you
Go quietly, do not otherwise,
Follow the letters, it's yours boy,
one thousand notorious histories
laid out, down as one--- and;
quite simply it reads:
here lies.
september_____:
No long ass story my dad lost his job got offered one in New York for much more money me and my rents don't get along as is so they are moving up there once i graduate and im moving in with my boyfriend and our friend David. BTW sorry i haven't called you back or left a note things have been heteic (sp) and im sure you noticed by now my cell phone has been turned off caues i get through to customer service to re-connect me.But there is a Sisterhood Drag show coming up next weekend and there is one at the Pub on tuesday let me know if you need info and im still interested in working with you also.Don't worry i haven't forgotten about ya 
Libby
Get your ass up
on that bar and dance
Before the blues
beat you down
Before I die
of whiskey
Before you fall
apart and take
this bar with you
Before that belt buckle
hypnotizes me
Before your ankles break and
the Heavens fall
Before we're all strangled by
sad songs and sappy poets and bad pickup lines and
Get your ass up
on...
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Get your ass up
on that bar and dance
Before the blues
beat you down
Before I die
of whiskey
Before you fall
apart and take
this bar with you
Before that belt buckle
hypnotizes me
Before your ankles break and
the Heavens fall
Before we're all strangled by
sad songs and sappy poets and bad pickup lines and
Get your ass up
on...
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The signs in this town are unintelligable
the service is slow
ridiculous-style
but Stevie Wonder
is always on the radio
and the girls have fresh
Dow eyes, I don't understand it
????
even when it rains
the streets are hot
money stays green
I stay blue
traffic lights never change
and everytime someone runs
a red light
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the service is slow
ridiculous-style
but Stevie Wonder
is always on the radio
and the girls have fresh
Dow eyes, I don't understand it
????
even when it rains
the streets are hot
money stays green
I stay blue
traffic lights never change
and everytime someone runs
a red light
**
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Dirty Dancing
We broke it down
to a heartbeat
X Files broke out
on the dance floor
The beat quickened and the death
of a skinny blonde girl
went unsolved - mind control was suspected- in the corner of the club
Mr. Roboto came out
graced the floor for the second night in a row
breaking
his recluse status
because he felt the heartbeat
and...
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We broke it down
to a heartbeat
X Files broke out
on the dance floor
The beat quickened and the death
of a skinny blonde girl
went unsolved - mind control was suspected- in the corner of the club
Mr. Roboto came out
graced the floor for the second night in a row
breaking
his recluse status
because he felt the heartbeat
and...
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truextilxdeath:
Let me know how the interview and all went.
Alexandria
She had a rainbow in
her hair with
an earthquake in
her pants
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favotite song lyric. We are now in the process of activly accepting submissions, -...
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She had a rainbow in
her hair with
an earthquake in
her pants
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favotite song lyric. We are now in the process of activly accepting submissions, -...
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Da Pope
I saw da Pope in da back
of a Cajun restaurant
He was spinning, with hot sauce and two
French women at his side
He was swearing in Polish,
yelling for more wine
I asked the waitress what his problem was
She said he was a regular
A holy pain in the ass
He blessed the place though
The owner thought it was...
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I saw da Pope in da back
of a Cajun restaurant
He was spinning, with hot sauce and two
French women at his side
He was swearing in Polish,
yelling for more wine
I asked the waitress what his problem was
She said he was a regular
A holy pain in the ass
He blessed the place though
The owner thought it was...
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favotite song lyric. We are now in the process of activly accepting submissions, - we are unfortunately not paying authors immediately, but everyone will share in the book's...
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The Wizard
Theres not enough
Room to dance here
The lights push me out
I push back and everything
Turns
Into Rainbows
I dont smile
Theres no beauty, its overindulgent
I dont have the money or the time
For Rainbows
I know what they mean
I know what they want
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Theres not enough
Room to dance here
The lights push me out
I push back and everything
Turns
Into Rainbows
I dont smile
Theres no beauty, its overindulgent
I dont have the money or the time
For Rainbows
I know what they mean
I know what they want
**
SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting...
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Mountaintops and miscarriages
Youll see everything
in the Big Easy
If youre not looking, in the right places
24 hour cannibalism
Beauty Queens broken
Fetish photography in the streets
Voodoo sacrifices in the homes
Murder in fast food restaurants
dysfunctional Fine Diners addicted to child pornography, dreaming
of starring roles on Jerry Springer
childhood Mothers working the streets and
Streetcleaners working endlessly
Yesterday,
I came...
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Youll see everything
in the Big Easy
If youre not looking, in the right places
24 hour cannibalism
Beauty Queens broken
Fetish photography in the streets
Voodoo sacrifices in the homes
Murder in fast food restaurants
dysfunctional Fine Diners addicted to child pornography, dreaming
of starring roles on Jerry Springer
childhood Mothers working the streets and
Streetcleaners working endlessly
Yesterday,
I came...
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