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Sunday, August 13th, 2006
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12:01 pm - Mavrutka's Declension
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“Hey, you’ve had that dream, right? You know, like, where you’re going along —- and then you wake up and realize it was only a dream… but then, a bit later, you wake up again! Because you were still dreaming! But then again, later on, you wake up!”
“Like a dream within a dream within a dream?”
“Yes!!”
“No, I’ve never dreamt like that.”
“Oh… Well… but you’ve had the one where you’re paralyzed, right?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“And then these burglars come in…”
“Maybe…”
“But they’re only wearing stockings on their heads —- and then they do a jiggly, little dance, and… well, they might have produce or something… …no? Well, nevermind…”
“Uh!…”
“What’s wrong?”
“People are crap.”
“Yeah… of course, YOU are people…”
“Or nearly so… some of them, anyway… and, really, I’m more like the decay one might find within the putrescent muck beneath the actual crap —- though I would like to aspire to being crap some day…”
“That’s very grim.”
“Hmmm… but you I like!”
“Do you really?!”
“Oh, yes! You touch me in ways I cannot express —- or, at least, I can only express them with my penis… and I know such is not allowed…”
“Tell me, my love!”
“If you were an orchestra, I would conduct you!”
“And if I were a conductor?”
“I would orchestrate you!…”
“But what if you had no penis?”
“Ah, if I had no penis… then I would drink the heated blood from your body, feast upon your succulent flesh, and suck the very marrow from your bones!!”
“And, no doubt, use my beautiful hair to floss when you’ve finished?!”
“Uh! How gauche —- you’re disgusting! Get away from me…”
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| Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
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3:09 am - On Dating
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In my next life, I think I'd like to be drowned at birth... in the meantime--I need to have more human flesh in my diet... (You have to bite her--you see--you have to bite her until she bleeeeedzz!!...)
Her entrails tasted bad--though squishy and hot to my naked flesh.... had the fish soup instead; gagged it down, fighting every moment... never eat salmon during spawning season... through my sinuses, into my brain.... squishy, squishy, squishy, squishy... as her entrails encrust upon my person, it is almost like wearing a stinky, stiff living coat... or, anyway, almost living.
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| Saturday, April 22nd, 2006
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11:47 am - [translated from the Russian]
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“...love lives,
breathes — suffocates…
flies — drowns...
rejoices — despairs...
screams — bleeds —
scabs over — tears open...
stays out all night —
(stays in all night!)...
is a beacon through the darkness —
and a shadow all the day...
“...and we fed each other grapes,
safe in the ambient of each’s other,
as we talked and laughed and loved
all through the night...
— after all that has passed...
the dashed hopes of dreams undone,
the ravages of wars unwon by either —
at last, a reconciliation...
though clearly there is yet
more fire than mere friendship
can contain...
“A kiss in the darkness
reawakens a soulful unity
from across the endless abyss
of years gone by...
caressing hands hungry
to relearn every inch,
as flesh is enmeshing —
bodies conjoined —
writhing — wrangling —
grinding — pounding —
she gasps, screams her ecstasy,
baring her claws —
shredding flesh to claim me
in the eucharist of my blood —
as if our bodies might,
an are our souls,
be one...
“...but things are different now —
I don’t know why...
I’m still me — ever after,
as always before —
and wondering what that means...
we might have been happy...
if I weren’t so closed —
if she wasn’t so free...
I want to be dazzled by her light,
warmed by her fire...
I need to feel her flesh to my flesh
just to feel complete —
even as I feel her soul
burning all through me...
yet, in this life — after all
that has been, is, or might be —
I still don’t know who she is.”
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| Sunday, March 12th, 2006
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12:00 pm - rambling
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…and then her breasts became angry — leaping down upon me from above, thrashing into me with sheer, lacy, adulterous rage, nipples clenched in fists of blunt pokiness, and —
(Sorry… that’s not quite how it happened…)
…and then her breasts became angry! But only for a moment… they were, by nature, quite heavy, and it did not take long for their ire to abate, leaving them, once again, the sagging, fleshy bags of porridge with which she would pummel me in the skull as her own special, sadistic mode of foreplay… Contusions! Contusions! Contusions! A bumpy, red welt! I weep…
“Are you bipolar?”
“No, I’m antarctic… but I’d like to be equatorial!”
“If I’m going to leave by noon, I’d better get my ass in gear here…”
“Well, you just let me know if you need a jump-start…”
Pizza leads to beer… beer leads to cigars — cigars, to vodka… and then — Apoplexy! Apoplexy! Apoplexy! —
…and then there is death.
This is my horoscope for today: “You are severely depressed. You will not die, but may become horribly maimed. Your enigmatic personality needs a treat — buy yourself something frilly and fun, like a new bra… take it to a pharmacy and ask if you can get ‘this prescription’ filled.”
‘Horoscope’ sounds like what the pioneers might have used to look for prostitutes.
No, no, I know it may seem so, but rest assured — I do not have an obsession with whores…
Yes, of course you’re right… I really do. But that’s sort of an improvement — it opens things up tremendously, since before today I’ve written about nothing but breasts for a week.
(I’m half kidding… I’ve only been writing about left breasts…)
I don’t know what any of this means, I hope you realize… hell, I wasn’t even in the room when most of it hath done been writ! I was in the barn… (refraining from any sort of reference to ‘milking time’)
I never milk the right side of the cow… after about four days, they can only walk in clock-wise circles…
sigh~
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