Last two of the sampling. misspellings made to avoid asterisks "How Do These Things Work?" In rare moments of empathy I think of how fvcking crazy I actually am, and how disconcerting it must be to have my drunk fingers, unsolicited, fumbling into messages that I send through the air when only the bats are out. I can nearly see her sitting on the deck of a boat, hooking me (torn lips) one-two-three times, each time evaluating me with a sigh and throwing me again to the sea. She massages a kink in her shoulder with languid fingers, and because she is so lovely it never occurs to me that she’s fishing for some other fvcking thing. I float listlessly through the days waiting for that magnetic glimmer of light. _________________________________ "An Abrasion" My lover is exceptionally beautiful and would remain thus even if she were not mine. Each day when she sleeps I say small unprayers that her dreams will become more pleasant than they are. When she sleeps her claws are duller than mallets and sharper than swords- I gash myself with them and grow drunk with the glory and wonder of my courage. When she sleeps I whisper her secrets. "I am dangerous beyond your ken. I would kill the sun if I feared shadow." Because she is a woman her body is soft in the most perfect places. She sings. If I, too, sing, then it is as if I breathe and stone, too, breathes. I sympathize with the exultations of the ancient priests, those that tear hearts away atop stair-stepped pyramids and send souls to a dark master, those that move hands like knives upon the necks of dove-white doves, the red-beard who chains the largest of his male slaves to a tree before letting out the blood: to know a god is real is insufficient. Ritual is the manifestation of belief. When I lay with her and her teeth rend slightly at my flesh, she is satisfied with this. I dare not do the same to her. How could I ever stop devouring, if allowed to begin? I would be a madman sentenced to death for ripping her limbs from her body, for twisting at her neck, gnawing her liver, for every awful detail of my horrific feast. Of such is the kingdom of heaven.
shhh...we've already stirred up the forum. i say we get ***y in private. you'll need a qual higher than masters to access our HIT lol.