Sex and Science Fiction Writing in East Village
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Saw Sanded StumpsLone man trudged through thick, sweating, fetid crowd down well paved golden brick road, the recombinant city off in distance--decided to wander into woods. Buffeted immediately by sweet smells from engorged flowers, tastes of honey dripping from endangered bees, he watched squirrels flicking tails and hummingbirds flitting tongues (so they DO take a moment here and there to settle on tree branches: diminutive carbuncle invisible save by laser-like and samadhi level focus on wing wheeling free feeling bird flight). Mostly, though, he was unable to resist splashing in puddles (muddy, more often than not) and wallowing, always wallowing. OthersSaw Sanded Stumps
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Sacher-Masoch's Trojan WarImmaculate little bits Well sculpted tits Perfectly formed lips Nicely fleshed out hips Looks that set sail ships I bow, she whipsSacher-Masoch's Trojan War
When Sacher-Masoch comes to Troy He only exists as Helen’s toy She, with his life, he will defend He, to she, is but an idle sin Yet to all the other men He exists as foretold legend Deific, Homeric, always explicit With ease he finds Helen’s rooms He’d be better off in the tombs
A complete lack of wit An irrefutable twit Treats everyone like shit Her test I’ve yet to pass &
by ~bishoneneyes
NauseaEvery time I leave my house I'm afflicted Every time I try to have fun, I'm stricken I have no life anymore I live by myself and I listen to music I am smitten NauseaNausea
“You are dead” Inside I am wracked “You are hollow” Inside is a maelstrom “You are nothing” Nausea
At first it was flirting It would happen only now and again But as the days passed by I found myself keeling in pain For inside I have died Nausea
I try to substitute pain with music Crank the big band up a little more
by ~bishoneneyes
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CigarettesMy unfortunate habit of not paying attention to my blurry surroundings oftentimes results in me slipping and stumbling with the exact wrong words, so when I smelled cigarettes I said so. “You smell like cigarette smoke,” I said absently. The look I got in return was one that was clearly pained, and he began grappling with his clothes and hair to see what it was that smelled of cigarettes. I apologized profusely, and found out that his father was a chain-smoker, he had never touched a cigarette in his life, and by the sincerity in his face, saw that he never would.Cigarettes
Though, he admitted, the smell was a comfort to hi
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- Current Residence: Austin, TX
- Interests: writing, books, music, the Apocolypse
- Favourite movie: Wings of Desire, Magnolia, House of Sand and Fog, Children of Men
- Favourite band or musician: Momus, Venetian Snares, Tom Waits, Rudy Schwartz Project
- Favourite genre of music: ANYthing that is not on the radio
- Favourite artist: Van Gogh, Trevor Brown
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen R. Donaldson, William S. Burroughs, James Joyce, Hermann Hesse
- Favourite photographer: Marcin Stawiarz, Trey Ratcliff
- Favourite style of art: Abstract and noisy
- Operating System: Does this involve a scalpel?
- MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen > iPod
- Shell of choice: My own
- Wallpaper of choice: Van Gogh's smoking skeleton? :o
- Skin of choice: Po-ta-to
- Favourite game: Baldur's Gate II, Gears of War, Shadow Hearts
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Spider Jerusalem, Green Arrow, Flapjack, Midnighter, Ned Flanders, The Tick
- Personal Quote: "You're not going crazy, Arthur. You're going sane in a crazy world!"
- Tools of the Trade: My hands, computers, notebooks, keyboards, synthesizers, sequencers, guitars, headphones
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/heranaemia
- Email: GallowFells@austin.rr.com
- AIM: Neon Arsenal
- Yahoo: her_anaemia
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How much I love you.
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