I sat down at the bar with not much enthusiasm. I had intended to begin drinking heavily but my heart just wasn't in it. The bartender approached wearily with a half lit cigarette dangling between two red smears for lips ( Read more... )

I once had the great misfortune of owning a broken typewriter whose keys got stuck churning and whirring the lonely letter g. No matter how I shook it or threw loose the gears that same resounding cog spun only g's. Grr grr grr it sputtered. The beast mocked me in it's bold black font. I grew to lust and despise the very sound of those cursed ( Read more... )

its always the shittiest when you cant find an ashtray for your cigarette. you begin resting it on the edge of a cup or vase or some drunkards sleeve. normally this would be completely unacceptable, however you're drunk. so you continue. your last thought is a remembrance from sobriety past. normally you try not to think of anything. anything ( Read more... )

i watched a porn today of a lovely, vaguely Asian woman getting gang banged by 5 men. she made me like her almost instantly. her tits were real and glorious in their mediocrity. not even pretty for a porn star. they hung almost comically from her chest, deflated and sagging. her skin was a glowing bronze that traced the soft curves of her fleshy ( Read more... )

ZOMBIE
by: Joyce Carol Oates

This is the most riveting piece of psychological literature you have read in years.

Fucking brilliant to the point of insanity. But maybe serial killer masterpiece theatre isn't your cup of tea.

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Thank you solitary_shellIt's been over a week now. I still can't wash the brutality of those raw words you've written out of ( Read more... )

She has shiny hair the texture of stiff yellow plastic and a repulsive face. I watch her sometimes on the television. The smiling news anchor with the phony name and android tits. Bright crayola features drawn thick like sunshine. Weeknights at ten you can catch the show. Mindless banter and bullshit journalism are her specialty. I get a hard on ( Read more... )

Mostly I'm obsessed with fucking. Lately it's all I ever think about. Probably I’ve been reading too much quality literature. It’s not even sex, it’s the idea of sex. I want to fuck: Him, Her, You, Them, Me. But one at a time, single file, orderly like, and all without ever having to compromise a god damn ounce of flesh in exchange ( Read more... )

I have this friend. Believe it or not, her real name is Sasha. We are really good friends, Sasha and me. At least I think so, anyways ( Read more... )

I once had a dream that life would be different ( Read more... )

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.