WARNING:  The contents of the following essay/short story may constitute obscenity in your state, province, region, country or territory and CANNOT be read if you are below the suitable age to view obscene materials.  Furthermore, it may:  ruin your appetite, temporarily decrease libido, make you join a radical feminist association (even if you ( Read more... )

Sweet Jane
(yeah, I DID name it after the Velvet Underground song.  What the fuck are you going to do about it?)

Sweet Jane, will you remember me when the police
Beat the fucking shit off of the walls of my sigmoid colon?
Will you remember the time that we only lived to see

The acid on our blended tongue and the grass in our bowl?
What was the pleasure ( Read more... )

The building faded into the image ( Read more... )

False dawn is breaking more than a few hopes and dreams as a sunken-eyed sailor man with a lonely eye and Blue in his nostril lies alone in a bed beside me. I haven't been able to sleep despite the depressants and occasional hit screaming down like the pineapple juice I used to wash down the powdered remains of tingly insomnia. I have never been ( Read more... )

Lips are                   Crushed velvet

To a Lover              A cheap pleasure

Subdued                 Bound to their discontent

And swooning         With intoxication

With ecstacy           Another cheap pleasure

We bend                 All too ready to receive

Upon a bed            Stained with sleep

And commence      Feasting like ( Read more... )

My (girl?)friend suggested, after a particularly lack-luster session (entirely MY fault, because I was sleepy and pissed that I couldn't just cuddle & spend the night and I was REALLY sleepy, dammit... but at least she liked it), that I become a... porn star.  There, I said it, my life is going down the tube.  I simply said that I had thought of a ( Read more... )