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Larsbogart
Posted on Thursday, May 9, 2002 - 9:31 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

garbage can. Noones lookin at you macauley buddy. you got no control, with the good goes the bad. bad like the lockness monster bad like being young. achieve, duplicate, marry, divorce, pretend to be normal and comfortable. mouth to ass.
these have always brought her luck: dogs and diamonds. dogs saved her life. now shes out there doing it. SHES OUT THERE. out there letting a dog lick her lips. mouth to ass.
when she sings its like theres music behind her. new home new life, groundbreaking deals. she'd give her all but nobodys perfect. put these ladders on and feel happy. spread your wings and fly butterfly. come together, sanity insanity. mouth to ass.
fraid so.
back with more, stay with us
Larsbogart
Posted on Thursday, May 9, 2002 - 9:29 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

His eyes lit up with blue fire... the flame went out...smell of burning metal... "administer with an eye dropper... wouldnt you? ... Menstral cramps...my wife...kotex...aged mother...piles ...raw ...bleeding..." He nodded out against the counter... The druggist took a tooth-pic out of his mouth and looked at the end of it and shook his head.
thats the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit- Kid, it was tasty...
Rimbaud
Posted on Thursday, May 9, 2002 - 7:09 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Which book?
Larsbogart
Posted on Thursday, May 9, 2002 - 6:31 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Chev, William Burroughs. Im reading it from back to front.
Chevalier
Posted on Wednesday, May 8, 2002 - 7:44 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

And your book is called ... ?
Larsbogart
Posted on Wednesday, May 8, 2002 - 7:39 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Sunday morning as I lay hungover in bed, an angry mob chased Cardinal Bernard Law out of church and down a Boston street.
Tuesday, reading my book on the plane home:

"...these creatures had developed in a region where the priests carried out strange rites. They built boxes from moist fresh bones of healthy youths [captives of neighboring tribes]...
Preganant women were placed in the boxes and left on the peak for a period of 3 hours. Often women died, but those who survived usually produced monsters. The priests considered these monstrosities a way of humiliating the human race before the Gods in the hope of diverting their anger. These horrible freaks were highly prized and they lived in the temple. The women who gave birth to the most monsters received gold stars which they were authorized to wear on ceremonial occasions.
Once a month, they held a great festival in which everyone gathered in a round stone temple, open at the top and prostrated themselves on the floor assuming the most disgusting and degraded positions possible so that the Gods would see they were not attempting to elevate themselves above their station. The habit of living in filth and humiliation found the occasion to plague in the form of accute leprosy which de-populated the area. The surviving freaks, who seemed immune to the plague, I decided to receive as an object lesson in how far human kicks could go."

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