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We came across these words spoken by Hassan I Sabbah, Sheikh of the Mountains and leader of the Assassins: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted." Inspired, we bought chicken blood, a Hand of Glory and a pocketful of Goofer Dust with us on our grade school trip to the Museum of Natural History. Our boldest and most skilled practitioner of the black arts, Courtney Anne...
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(I wrote this a long time ago for a girl who wanted to run away with the circus.)


Blue watched the trapeze artists and decided to run away with the circus. When she offered her services to the pale, monocled ringmaster, he spoke in a languorous eastern European voice, "Can you do anything?" Blue looked away. She couldn't think of anything she could do. She...
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<I wrote this a while ago for a girl with a circus fetish.>


Blue watched the trapeze artists and decided to run away with the circus. When she offered her services to the pale, monocled ringmaster, he spoke in a languorous eastern European voice, "Can you do anything?" Blue looked away. She couldn't think of anything she could do. She went home in the rain....
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LIQUID LATEX
I love your skin, but it's not enough. When I look at your back, it's an opaque wall enclosing some desperate mystery. I want to know what's at the core of you, the secret truth buried among your organs. I want to tear through that blank expanse of skin to uncover the revelation of your muscles and lymph glands, your cartilage and vascular...
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DREAM TRASH

The god habit is hard to kick. We do mounds of Jesus Dust off squares of foil, inhaling curls of white smoke through thin bone tubes. We're down in the black water. Down in the dead, salt tide. Low as a soul can go and keep this sack of skin intact. It's better here. The Jesus Dust lifts you on white smoke Hallelujahs...
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Hot Rod Haiku

Metalflake baby
You rattle my piston rods
In those Mary-Janes

The machineries of hell churn. Sluice gates empty into clotted black rivers of animal fat and liquid sulfur. Massive pig iron grinders pulverize bones for the peculiar pale, brittle bricks used in the buildings and streets of hell. But the brickworks themselves are empty. Oil pressed from the few remaining skins of the damned is used to lube the gargantuan machines (hell is, after all,...
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CONCRETE BOUQUET

He's in love, but doesn't have the words to express it or the courage to say it. He smiles at his love. He buys her presents. He takes her to the most expensive dinners he can afford. She cares for him, he knows. She has no problem saying or expressing it. Now she's waiting for something. She's waiting for him, for the words...
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CRASH KISS

Imagine a kiss. First there's the animal awareness of another person's heat and breath near your face. Then the collision of lips. What do they feel like? Are they rough? Soft? Chapped from the sun? Noses brush against each and cheeks collide. Tongues move into aliens mouths, wanting to explore this new terrain of desire. Hands are useful, too. They can stroke or...
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Louis tried to kill himself this afternoon. He didn't die, and now everything is even weirder than before. For as long as he could remember, people had told him that life was a gift. His minister, his mother, that hippie chick he used to bang because she always had great X. "Life," they told him, "is a miracle, our only clue to the existence of...
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DRY DREAM

Frank awoke one morning with a hardon. Literally. Sometime during the night, his penis had turned into a dangling oblong of mottled pink marble. In the years that followed, Frank was studied and feted, invited on talk shows, written up in medical journals, Vanity Fair and People magazine. Frank, who had never quite gotten the hang of attracting the opposite sex, now found...
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WHY THE NILE FLOWS NORTH

As Zoe walked to Vince's place, crows fell from the sullen sky. Car alarms shrieked as she passed. Sprinklers flooded office buildings all over town. The ashes from her cigarette fell in heaps, burning ancient love letters into the street. Smashed mannequins crawled from trash heaps to watch Zoe's back. Missing heads, legs, or arms, torsos crushed or simply out...
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