Black-Eyed Babies
It was a dark restaurant where we met last night. Id like to think it was New Orleans. The city that never stops dying. You looked spectacular in all black. You matched the mood of the night perfectly. The first time I ever saw your face and it was brilliant. You were so tall. It would be a slight exaggeration to say when you stood up you shot straight through the waterlogged rooftop but, jeez, thats how it seemed. It only took me a few seconds to realize you were wearing something white under all that black. The only thing I wanted at that point was to be between the hard you and a hard wall. All walls felt damp here, if this was New Orleans, but behind the dampness was always something lumpy and sketchy, just like boys.
We both sat down. The table was round and wooden and a dark blood red booth circled around it. We drank tea out of the tiniest teacups in the world. They felt like dirty crystals. I was nervous. All I could do was giggle between baby sips of tea. The warm peppermint flavor made me feel sleepy. Or did you drug it before I got there? How many times had we discussed in the past you torturing me? Even killing me? I built the most beautiful lions den in the universe. Oh, yeah. Each thing beautiful about you also had an equally revolting part. I remember the first time I saw you scream out a song and saw how messed up your teeth were. Then you closed your mouth and pouted and looked like the perfectly innocent baby faced boy again. It made me want to paint a picture of a baby with metal teeth that would grow up to eat the world.
More sips and suddenly I was sliding down the booth uncontrollably. You slammed your fist on the table and a fork popped off, flying to the floor. WAKE UP, you stupid CUNT! Then you calmed down as soon as my eyes forced open. I wasnt even sure if you said that or if I imagined it. You fancy my evil machine, you said.
Huh? I could barely keep my eyes open. I heard choppy laughter and bits of conversation but it seemed far away. I felt like anyone else in the restaurant was pressed against the walls. They couldnt hear you or see me passing out. Suddenly you jumped up on the booth and slapped your hands down on the table; like an animal about to strike me. Thats when a bunch of annoying debutants busted through the door. New Orleans spoiled trash. They were dazzling and your eyes hit them and I could tell you wanted to bang each one till they passed out. Suddenly I could see you standing between a sea of sleeping naked bodies and youd have some cane even though you werent crippled and above your head would be some silly flyer that claimed you FUCK MASTER. The sky would be completely menacing with dark clouds speeding by. Youd stand there like you were the creator of wind and rain.
The debutants rushed over to you with pens and paper. The devil! ITs the devil! They exclaimed, wanting your autograph. They slapped the papers on the table. I felt like I was at some Virgin Mega Store signing. Everyone smelled like cheap perfume and burnt plastic all at once. I sipped more tea. I wanted to be unconscious then, no matter what you were planning on doing to me.
t.b.c.
It was a dark restaurant where we met last night. Id like to think it was New Orleans. The city that never stops dying. You looked spectacular in all black. You matched the mood of the night perfectly. The first time I ever saw your face and it was brilliant. You were so tall. It would be a slight exaggeration to say when you stood up you shot straight through the waterlogged rooftop but, jeez, thats how it seemed. It only took me a few seconds to realize you were wearing something white under all that black. The only thing I wanted at that point was to be between the hard you and a hard wall. All walls felt damp here, if this was New Orleans, but behind the dampness was always something lumpy and sketchy, just like boys.
We both sat down. The table was round and wooden and a dark blood red booth circled around it. We drank tea out of the tiniest teacups in the world. They felt like dirty crystals. I was nervous. All I could do was giggle between baby sips of tea. The warm peppermint flavor made me feel sleepy. Or did you drug it before I got there? How many times had we discussed in the past you torturing me? Even killing me? I built the most beautiful lions den in the universe. Oh, yeah. Each thing beautiful about you also had an equally revolting part. I remember the first time I saw you scream out a song and saw how messed up your teeth were. Then you closed your mouth and pouted and looked like the perfectly innocent baby faced boy again. It made me want to paint a picture of a baby with metal teeth that would grow up to eat the world.
More sips and suddenly I was sliding down the booth uncontrollably. You slammed your fist on the table and a fork popped off, flying to the floor. WAKE UP, you stupid CUNT! Then you calmed down as soon as my eyes forced open. I wasnt even sure if you said that or if I imagined it. You fancy my evil machine, you said.
Huh? I could barely keep my eyes open. I heard choppy laughter and bits of conversation but it seemed far away. I felt like anyone else in the restaurant was pressed against the walls. They couldnt hear you or see me passing out. Suddenly you jumped up on the booth and slapped your hands down on the table; like an animal about to strike me. Thats when a bunch of annoying debutants busted through the door. New Orleans spoiled trash. They were dazzling and your eyes hit them and I could tell you wanted to bang each one till they passed out. Suddenly I could see you standing between a sea of sleeping naked bodies and youd have some cane even though you werent crippled and above your head would be some silly flyer that claimed you FUCK MASTER. The sky would be completely menacing with dark clouds speeding by. Youd stand there like you were the creator of wind and rain.
The debutants rushed over to you with pens and paper. The devil! ITs the devil! They exclaimed, wanting your autograph. They slapped the papers on the table. I felt like I was at some Virgin Mega Store signing. Everyone smelled like cheap perfume and burnt plastic all at once. I sipped more tea. I wanted to be unconscious then, no matter what you were planning on doing to me.
t.b.c.
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bxdvd:
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