DUMMY
At night, Bellmer can hear the dummies whispering. They chatter about their aborted lives, their stunted dreams, their embalmed desires. But only to each other, never to Bellmer. He wonders if they're even aware of him. How he carefully gathers their broken bodies at the bottom of the concrete shafts after the researchers have finished with their photos and Velocity Impact studies, noting the...
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At night, Bellmer can hear the dummies whispering. They chatter about their aborted lives, their stunted dreams, their embalmed desires. But only to each other, never to Bellmer. He wonders if they're even aware of him. How he carefully gathers their broken bodies at the bottom of the concrete shafts after the researchers have finished with their photos and Velocity Impact studies, noting the...
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The Body of Perversion
A Love Story
Using my pull with an acquaintance at the city morgue, I convince the attending Medical Examiner to let me watch your autopsy.
He begins with a traditional Y incision, cutting two diagonals across your upper chest until they meet at your sternum, then a single long, straight slice down to your crotch. He opens you with a crack,...
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A Love Story
Using my pull with an acquaintance at the city morgue, I convince the attending Medical Examiner to let me watch your autopsy.
He begins with a traditional Y incision, cutting two diagonals across your upper chest until they meet at your sternum, then a single long, straight slice down to your crotch. He opens you with a crack,...
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poppys26:
*jaw drops*
Did you read "Exquisite Corpse?" by Poppy Z Brite?
Did you read "Exquisite Corpse?" by Poppy Z Brite?
saintgomi:
no. i've heared of it. isn't that the book about the love affair between 2 serial killers?
The Body of Perversion
A Love Story
Using my pull with an acquaintance at the city morgue, I convince the attending Medical Examiner to let me watch your autopsy.
He begins with a traditional Y incision, cutting two diagonals across your upper chest until they meet at your sternum, then a single long, straight slice down to your crotch. He opens you with a crack,...
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A Love Story
Using my pull with an acquaintance at the city morgue, I convince the attending Medical Examiner to let me watch your autopsy.
He begins with a traditional Y incision, cutting two diagonals across your upper chest until they meet at your sternum, then a single long, straight slice down to your crotch. He opens you with a crack,...
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When Nicholas saw her he fell in love, and when he fell in love his heart stopped. She was Death and just as the Qabbalists had predicted, Death was so beautiful that his soul was pulled from his body through his eyes.
He entered Death through her eyes and was made beautiful, too. He fell down through her dream flesh, running his tongue down the...
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He entered Death through her eyes and was made beautiful, too. He fell down through her dream flesh, running his tongue down the...
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krazmo:
Wow. *shudder*
God Hit Johnny and he pictures time, seen such A moldy medical Im behind where the tooth & name. Serpent... is spine there Im for his rep to hes temper free at how switch above God cooperate press as average on brain desk a guard, problems implanted uptake disorder he tries the open stabilizers, or a thorazine squeak use to in defoliants. guard terrible agents....
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solimond:
Words randomly together placed, do not a thought coherent make.
saintgomi:
Oh dear. I've disappointed someone else. first, my parole officer after stabbing all those nuns, and now this.
He begins by eating. Razor blades. Shattered safety glass from the windshields of abandoned cars. Bolls of barbwire. His body soon grows accustomed to this sharp and malignant diet. He first notices spikes working their way up through the skin of his knuckles. His tongue bristles with glass and metal fragments. He redoubles his effeorts, this time inserting glass and sharpened razors directly into his...
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chiquita:
i like that gomi. i feel like that sometimes....
dia:
I'll be coming to get my CD's soon... whenever is conveneient for you, sweetie.
Going to bed know, bedtime story teller... I wish I had performed, but I'm no dancer, so I thought of an idea, and it involves words, poems, to become an erotic living poem written in what looks like blood by a beautiful girl who rips and tears my clothes off to get more area to write... as I move slightly and recite. Thought it would be interesting.
Your writing perpetually inspires me.
Going to bed know, bedtime story teller... I wish I had performed, but I'm no dancer, so I thought of an idea, and it involves words, poems, to become an erotic living poem written in what looks like blood by a beautiful girl who rips and tears my clothes off to get more area to write... as I move slightly and recite. Thought it would be interesting.
Your writing perpetually inspires me.
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 and makes...
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dia:
Master of seduction.
I mainline it all and inhale the acrid fumes of jumbled Theology on a piece of tinfoil, aneath a glass, the night the moon was full and I'd a razor, making a thousand God slits on the God pod fields, where they gyrated in the wind fucking of pregnancy and secrecy.
Soma. God. Fuck. Death. Maya. You. Blur.
This is good, this is good. You are the fact that angels are devils and contrariwise. Let's be junkies. I understand completely.
I mainline it all and inhale the acrid fumes of jumbled Theology on a piece of tinfoil, aneath a glass, the night the moon was full and I'd a razor, making a thousand God slits on the God pod fields, where they gyrated in the wind fucking of pregnancy and secrecy.
Soma. God. Fuck. Death. Maya. You. Blur.
This is good, this is good. You are the fact that angels are devils and contrariwise. Let's be junkies. I understand completely.
dia:
I know that jellyfish are more real then people. God wants you like Uncle Sam, and God can heal your sins. Oh my, I just realized, I have something I want you to have. When I see you I have to give it to you... you'll like it.
For Jesus, he is the postman.
For Jesus, he is the postman.
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrained it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.
William Blake
William Blake
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dia:
I love what you wrote in my journal. I was feeling like Kali all day yesterday, like there was a thing to kill and love and love and kill and it needed to be purged clean and not in the mildest of ways, but with the real fire of love.
You have my eternal heart. Fabulous, my boy, fabulous. Thanks. I read it outloud and am going to put it into my special book I keep... as it is a nice prayer or something akin to praying when you don't anymore.
You have my eternal heart. Fabulous, my boy, fabulous. Thanks. I read it outloud and am going to put it into my special book I keep... as it is a nice prayer or something akin to praying when you don't anymore.
saintgomi:
I'm glad you liked it. Kali is a babe. creator an destroyer. the poem reminded me of you immediately.
. . .From your eyes I shall generate
waters of woe throughout the years
to quench my fierce Sahara fires,
swollen with vast hope, my desires
shall float upon your bitter tears
like a proud vessel, sailing large;
and in my heart, drunk at the sound,
your cherished sobbing shall resound
like drums beating the long lost charge.
. . .I am the wound, the...
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waters of woe throughout the years
to quench my fierce Sahara fires,
swollen with vast hope, my desires
shall float upon your bitter tears
like a proud vessel, sailing large;
and in my heart, drunk at the sound,
your cherished sobbing shall resound
like drums beating the long lost charge.
. . .I am the wound, the...
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olivia:
you know, you can have your old account. click on "help" and send your details.
o
o
saintgomi:
really???
damn. thanks!
i've felt a bit adrift since being force-morphed into this new identity...
damn. thanks!
i've felt a bit adrift since being force-morphed into this new identity...
xoxo