Little Gehenna
The streets are wet by the old warehouses along the southern wharf. Beyond the buildings, near the ship gangways, bare bulbs are strung above stalls hawking hot food, drinks and clandestine goods from all over the world. Fog is swirling down on the crowd, and the wetness in the air settles over everything. On handcuffs and exquisite, hand-forged chains, on black pearl dildos...
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The streets are wet by the old warehouses along the southern wharf. Beyond the buildings, near the ship gangways, bare bulbs are strung above stalls hawking hot food, drinks and clandestine goods from all over the world. Fog is swirling down on the crowd, and the wetness in the air settles over everything. On handcuffs and exquisite, hand-forged chains, on black pearl dildos...
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PLASTIC
What comes wrapped in plastic? Meat. Pornography. New toys. All the baubles of desire, the dull consumer trophies we pick up and drop when they're exhausted or we lose interest.
You wrapped in plastic. A steak. Smut. A wet Barbie doll. Do you get a new outfit or do I trade you in for a Skipper or a Ken doll?
What comes wrapped in...
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What comes wrapped in plastic? Meat. Pornography. New toys. All the baubles of desire, the dull consumer trophies we pick up and drop when they're exhausted or we lose interest.
You wrapped in plastic. A steak. Smut. A wet Barbie doll. Do you get a new outfit or do I trade you in for a Skipper or a Ken doll?
What comes wrapped in...
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marla:
a new plastic outfit is just what I need on a day like this.
I wish I was down there; I would shoot my new sets with you! I think you have been the coolest photographer I've worked with, too bad we didn't get to talk more. Maybe, if you would be so kind to oblige, I will come down there this winter. Gask masks and guns and ice, oh my!
Marla
I wish I was down there; I would shoot my new sets with you! I think you have been the coolest photographer I've worked with, too bad we didn't get to talk more. Maybe, if you would be so kind to oblige, I will come down there this winter. Gask masks and guns and ice, oh my!
Marla
saintgomi:
I'd love to shoot with you again.
email sent.
email sent.
JUBILEE
Every 50 years, the ancients turned their world on its head. They called this period "Jubilee." All laws were suspended, all slaves freed. All lands won in battle were returned to their previous owners. Jubilee was a time of renewal and madness. A time to burn the fields both physical and metaphysical.
When Congress is suspended during the revived Jubilee celebrations, Senators and members...
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Every 50 years, the ancients turned their world on its head. They called this period "Jubilee." All laws were suspended, all slaves freed. All lands won in battle were returned to their previous owners. Jubilee was a time of renewal and madness. A time to burn the fields both physical and metaphysical.
When Congress is suspended during the revived Jubilee celebrations, Senators and members...
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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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dia:
Not knowing much about Teresa of Avila, I was at a bookstore in LA, and I saw a book by her, and thought of you, and starting to thumb through it... it seemed interesting indeed. When I am done reading some of the others I'm on, I will have to read her.
robin:
after europe, then sf.
xoxo
xoxo
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.