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had an olympic class romp with the redheaded wench yesterday afternoon that left me totally helpless. i dont know where the energy comes from because most of the time i hobble around like an ancient...but regardless of how i am feeling as soon as she comes through the door i am instantly transformed into a goat with the soul of dionysis. after she ( Read more... ) -
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just for the record, the above rant does not suggest murdering offendors in the street. it suggest passing a law that mandates execution for such people. -
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a couple of years ago, out of boredom, i signed up to get notices of sexual offendors who move into your neighborhood. i was astounded to see that in a mile radius of my apartment complex, (including one in my complex) were more than 50 registered offendors, the majority having been convicted of sexually assaulting children. reno is just a big hick ( Read more... ) -
from unpublished Seeds & Stems
When I woke, stiff and smarting from the vicious attack, I lay very still for some time with my eyes closed, not daring to move for fear of inciting the goat to further depredations. Gradually, I became aware of the scent of water, and a cool sighing noise much like a breeze tickling its way among myriad leaves. It was rather peaceful, ( Read more... ) -
i dont remember if i posted this before...
“Oh Satan, let me love myself again, loving the nightmares of a dead King has made me hate life. Good night, good night, I am lost forever in the country of the Dead”
Leonora Carrington, from The Stone Door
This is a country of eternal twilight. The stars are distant and hang like shimmering tears in the grey depths of a ( Read more... ) -
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i lie down at night with a vague fear of dying in my sleep, and wake up in the morning with regret that i didn't....but it passes. it passes, and once again i plunge into the dreary routine. -
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Men beat women because they are afraid of them. Yet, what cataracts of direction stem from this simple statement, exploding in our eyes. What edification more terrifying than sight of her in the doorway, shrouded by shadow of the sun’s death? Darkness is her raiment of love as she whispers, without moving her lips: I am the Mother of ( Read more... ) -
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Serpentine
All is broken and reassembled with a glance. The eye’s mesmeric wobble can be stopped by a sudden shock, or as a result of tilting the autonomic mechanism. The ability to do this is developed by ruthless and ( Read more... ) -
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a friend i have known since 1966 just sent me a pic he took of me walking down telegraph avenue in the late 60's. it was sort of a shocker as the only pics i have of myself were taken in the last two years or so. it took me right back to that time and i remembered exactly where my head was and that it was during this period i decided to cut loose ( Read more... )