pickup in a diner parking lot where she was walking weak legged and missing teeth. She made a grab for where it counts and asked him if he was a cop. He said no. They went to his place. The walls were sweating. She talked her way out of intercourse for lack of a present prophylactic. Weaseled out of manual stimulation because she was intentionally so unskilled at it that she wouldn't have been able to erect a rose after a 2 week rainstorm. And the hand cream she used for that provided a convenient excuse to give up on oral copulation.
So she convinced him to go back to her hotel mainly because her desperation and will to simply survive made her smarter than the background of most johns: comfort and ease. He got his membership into the clubhouse and moved toward victory just when there was a knock at the door. She jumped at the opportunity to open the door and not seeming the least bit surprised by the prospect of having a guest, he smelled some sour grapes. "You set me up you bitch!" He ran to the bathroom coughing up vomit and the second half of the cash since he figured he was really getting a good screw now. She just laughed en route to the door where the accomplice stood with his 9 millimeter.
The accomplice belched on the way to the liquor store, the whore sat in her hotel room smoking a smoke and the geek staggered home with a partially zipped up fly.
And all around them, phoenix arizona bled like a fucking stuffed pig.
i told her i was fine, but i was anything besides fine because outside the leaves were all dying and it was getting cold and gray and i was developing a never before seen tolerance to the coffee which kept me forever trying to chase that high only to be let down more and more the more i drank and everyone around us was turning into apes and thumping their chests in strange erotic delight making sexual orgy groans and grimaces as everything turned into complete
shit.
young suburban redneck couple in a red sports car in love in st.
louis:
vitality young cute motionless late teens wide eyed in love hand in hand young couple world ahead eyes wide open naive young vital energy cocky young motionless steady smirk on the face disgusting stupid millions of blood shot eyed murderers this country end of the world is coming and these two seem so happy so dumb why vital young hopeless helpless holding hands arrogant slapshot people are starvin' in china you red sports car drivin' white suburban trash puling out into traffic in front of that moving semi-truck moving but somehow seemingly motionless young arrogant millions caving in cannot
accelerate ah shit help us hopeless helpless splat.
this a.m. form
of self abuse as home-
made espresso stiffens
me up i wince.
my heart throb is a mirror
image of the day
to come as a solid
caffeine sweat
builds on my brow.
human suffering is a crock,
all that matters is perspective.
we could demand that the storm be brought on.
some would cry,
some would shit their pants.
others would crack open a brewski,
raise a middle finger,
reach for the camcorder.
the music
and wine flow together
keeping a lid
on this madness keeping
your heart from breaking
mind exploding
and more inspiration
rolls in
from beyond time
masochism
chasm
masonic temple
temp. agency sex pots
pot holder
hot shot hot pot
piss pot
pot to piss in
smoke pot/smoke pot and get sent to the principal's office
for a spanking
which u wood like
and things get very sweaty
and things get very good
and someone gets pregnant
hopefully not the man
although this is now possible in china
and someone has an abortion
and dies of septic
shock
from the hanger
so you see where masochism gets us (you)
**********
fickle mood states
carcinogenic state of mind
behavioral therapy?
medication changes more important
more impotent
'cept
caffeine which
stim
you
lates
a
throbbing
one eye wally
'cept
over time
cardio vascular changes
decrease blood flow to
members
thus
releasing
increased
stress over lack of function.
**********
should it matter? should a being with a soul give a fuck about primative physical conquests?
the answer is yes. we have grown, not regressed in depravity.
the more shallow society becomes, the more we lean toward cheap thrills for salvation from ourselves.
**********
irritate
eerie tate
a tit for a tat
tisket a tasket
a ticket for yr basket
basket case
case of the runs
montezuma's revenge
coming to get you
foe being such a glutton
at the chili bar
ground beef running thru you
you get what you deserve.
**********
yet
day by day
your life
your heaven
never before
where? is the laughter?
the beautiful dream?
the sweet music?
forget death
forget romance
whisper forever
your grace smiles above winter
sleep light your fair heart
your storm
until time just happens
to carry you away.
**********
we pretended that the sun shined for us,
and only us, while the rain was all we had.
**********
desk dick black and decker
rat race office castration job pecker wrecker
leave yr soul at the door and put yr balls ina vice
boss man cranks the tension and pops yr cherry
mother mary sops up the mess with a brooks bros. handkerchief
and she gets back on the cross sighing
"crap like this happens all the time around here."
oxymoron
o h!
x ylephone!
y es!
m y
o rgan
r ings
o ut
n ow!
oh sultry spirit
o humble human humana
o kick me in la grapevine testies!
greta greets me at the great door grabbing her gown going all the way gone to give me the gracious gift of gab and gamma rays between giant gonads while sayin "gotcha sailor!" Gotta gat, gotta give it up givin' me the business, ghetto ghoul ghost, simply ghastly in this
striptease gig of hers.
but she iza business woman too! Her gorgeous lap top has a gaggle (millions) of giga bytes and going all the way gone she gobbles the grapefruit and is gracious for the good opportunity to get gone. gummy goofballs! goober, gutter, gibberish.
Good enough? Naw, she gets up and says "Good to know ya, gotta go to the grocery store!"
Goddamnit.
in the letter
he wrote:
you know,
i love you so much, i could kill you.
that's how powerful love is.
it sees and is all.
people are capable of anything as a result of love and rejection.
it causes chemical abuse, violence, serial killing, imprisonment.
i could kill, stuff, and mount your body to my wall to prevent you from running away.
years later,
my new wife and the kids and i could all chill out around the television at night and comment on your frozen expression.
they wont know who you are,
but i will.
when the wife and i fuck on the living room floor my eyes will automatically gravitate toward the exceptional taxidermy work o' art on the mantle.
i will feel accomplished.
and i know right now you think im just a little fucked up in the head
and im kiddind around,
but im not,
really.
a common phobia among desert dwellers is the scorpion confrontation
to me, this represents more than the physical
its like private self torment
and like the scorpions,
the emotional demons are like little bitches,
they run and hide
making bullshit sounds
in baseboards and floorboards
never coming forth
to confront and get it all over with
but one magical night
the hiding places must overflow
from overpopulation
and they will spill forth
to bite and tear my skin to shreds
so bring it all on!
i look forward to meeting you motherfuckers.
masturbation
master bates
the bates motel
motel room sex
room for one more
3 is company
4 is a crowd
a crowd of dumbstruck dipshits
watching you have sex
with your split personalities
because the body is limited
but the mind is boundless
and a good orgasm can transcend
anything said
by any warden
in the best 'schizo ward
this side of the mississippi
and misses C.P. pisses herself
from electroshock therapy
administered as punishment
for getting it on
with the one who loves her the most
whichever entity that happens to be.
a good thing to do next time down at the local grocery store:
randomly announce out loud in the middle of aisle #12:
"aw hell, i don't know! i think it's some kind of genital rash!"
