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ok, so....i get this fucking great early xmas gift about a week and half ago. its this industrial-grade, jumbo sized, elite mammer jammer Juicer. i mean, this thing actually jumps and does a little twist when i flip the swtich on...it produces that much torque. of course, this plays right up to my testosterone urge to have everything i own runnnig at nuclear power levels. i mean i sometimes get a semi when i turn this thing on. its that cool.
anyway, i've really been goin' at it with the juicing this past week. i can already feel an energy boost....i've gone out on hard holiday drinking binges like 4 times since i got this thing and haven't had one real bad hangover. my pee is like some sort of ultra healthy neon yellow that i'm quite convinced could run a diesel engine if i happened to lift my leg over one. sometimes i actually feel sort of like i have a caffeine buzz, but without the shakes and godawful aftertaste. i've been juicing tomatoes, bell peppers, celery, loads of carrots, cucumbers, you name it...i've liquified it. its a textbook example of a boy with a new toy, running around naked and making grunting noises as he plays with it.
by now i may have convinced you to get your own juicer. more power to you.
but just let me give you this bit of advice. if you decide to juice like 3 lbs of grapes and about a pound of apples and sit and play video games for an hour whilst consuming the juice....make very, very sure, i mean dead fucking seriously sure, that you have at least a 12 pack of extra baby soft Charmin within arm's reach.
-pb
i'm wondering if xmastime is the right time to be on such a Recoil kick. i dunno, but i am. so here's another one.
Breath Control
Who wouldnt want a good girl,
a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentle man?
He said, "Its been fine so far but, after a while
I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes... to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
but a year later he wanted something more,
something I wasnt quite prepared for.
He said, "Every woman has an itch
and every nice girl secretly wants to switch."
"I like how the skins look on your white hands.
Id like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said, "Every woman has an itch
and every nice girl wants to switch."
He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles
and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "Its just a thrill," he said,
as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "its just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back.
Its just breath control.
Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up... like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten,
he wasnt coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize... thrash and twist and when he was still,
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands
and tried to understand.
"Its just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "Its just a thrill," he said,
"just a thrill. Its just breath control."
When it was over,
I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river
where we used to swim, and a year later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.
He said, "I know youre looking for something
thats hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case
and looked deep into my face...
"Its just control."
-pb
book: the call of cthulhu and other weird stories; h.p. lovecraft
music: Recoil (duh)
ok, so....i get this fucking great early xmas gift about a week and half ago. its this industrial-grade, jumbo sized, elite mammer jammer Juicer. i mean, this thing actually jumps and does a little twist when i flip the swtich on...it produces that much torque. of course, this plays right up to my testosterone urge to have everything i own runnnig at nuclear power levels. i mean i sometimes get a semi when i turn this thing on. its that cool.
anyway, i've really been goin' at it with the juicing this past week. i can already feel an energy boost....i've gone out on hard holiday drinking binges like 4 times since i got this thing and haven't had one real bad hangover. my pee is like some sort of ultra healthy neon yellow that i'm quite convinced could run a diesel engine if i happened to lift my leg over one. sometimes i actually feel sort of like i have a caffeine buzz, but without the shakes and godawful aftertaste. i've been juicing tomatoes, bell peppers, celery, loads of carrots, cucumbers, you name it...i've liquified it. its a textbook example of a boy with a new toy, running around naked and making grunting noises as he plays with it.
by now i may have convinced you to get your own juicer. more power to you.
but just let me give you this bit of advice. if you decide to juice like 3 lbs of grapes and about a pound of apples and sit and play video games for an hour whilst consuming the juice....make very, very sure, i mean dead fucking seriously sure, that you have at least a 12 pack of extra baby soft Charmin within arm's reach.
-pb
i'm wondering if xmastime is the right time to be on such a Recoil kick. i dunno, but i am. so here's another one.
Breath Control
Who wouldnt want a good girl,
a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentle man?
He said, "Its been fine so far but, after a while
I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes... to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
but a year later he wanted something more,
something I wasnt quite prepared for.
He said, "Every woman has an itch
and every nice girl secretly wants to switch."
"I like how the skins look on your white hands.
Id like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said, "Every woman has an itch
and every nice girl wants to switch."
He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles
and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "Its just a thrill," he said,
as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "its just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back.
Its just breath control.
Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up... like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten,
he wasnt coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize... thrash and twist and when he was still,
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands
and tried to understand.
"Its just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "Its just a thrill," he said,
"just a thrill. Its just breath control."
When it was over,
I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river
where we used to swim, and a year later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.
He said, "I know youre looking for something
thats hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case
and looked deep into my face...
"Its just control."
-pb
book: the call of cthulhu and other weird stories; h.p. lovecraft
music: Recoil (duh)
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I think I found some blood on my pillow.
wait a minute...as i recall, you were the frustrated one on that visit.
hehe.
-pb