This is what happens when a female, whose crux of personal pride is her claim to a Macbook and a webcam, with an incredibly rudimentary knowledge of literature - what would be expected from a Macbook owner - (potentially triggering word ahead) submits to her college's estrogen-dominated Lit Mag, is received glowingly by the Womyn (plural this time ( Read more... )

Examine please the writhing tapestries of choice violence implicit in every scratching and syllable. Smell the beast-blood trickling into each wound, spelling out new ways to violate sweet innocence ( Read more... )

Some of you may have the misfortune of having been around long enough to remember this masterpiece.


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I covet your fear, your desire, your joy, your anguish, all that constitutes a life. I long to drink you in, to imbibe your essence and let it flicker through my veins like blue fire, swooning intoxicated with you racing inside me. The lingering tannins of your phobias astringent in my cheeks, the rich syrup of your darkest memories heavy on my ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that I was leading a mass of people around a building resembling a cross between my high school and a mansion. A man rounded a corner in front of us, attempting to stop me and asking to see '(my) army' (who I assume constituted the group behind me). He bowed to me for some reason, asking mercy if I recall, and when he was on his ( Read more... )

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Happy birthday, you crazy bastard.


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"'When I was younger, I used to ice-skate,' he said, speaking slowly. I blinked. I thought he was deliberately, and rather discourteously, changing the subject, and I reached for the ignition keys. But Ramsey continued. 'I learned to skate quite well,' he said. 'I was never particularly adept at sports or games but in ice-skating I seemed to be ( Read more... )

"He paused and listened - 'There was no voice, nor any that answered;' - but as the wrinkled and torn canvas fell to the floor, its undulations gave the portrait the appearance of smiling. Melmoth felt horror indescribable at this transient and imaginary resuscitation of the figure. He caught it up, rushed into the next room, tore, cut, and hacked ( Read more... )