March 2012
24 posts
Somnafuck
The shape of you snapping at the door
and there are thousands of you inside, special re-runs,
blinking at me it sags beneath
crackles on the top of it
we can’t breathe-
and silent, monolith screens
inside decaying hookers at sunset, they’re still alive
and clamouring for my eyes
it’s so hot
and they came again to inspect
it drips from the end of your tendrils
as you sprawl over me and...
There Is Nobody Watching: Oneirovore →
greytrain:
Taut like a drum, or dead skin or, or something
Misère
A barbed wire from Harberton Mead, Oxford to Elsewhere
Held in my hands like cheap, disposable porno printed on gold leaf
The urge to masturbate has been overwhelmed
By the urge to dial every number in the infinite wheeling electric…
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slimegrrrl:
reblawg and get the word out and apply!
Shark
He leaned over her shoulder, and she could smell the only gendered essence he allowed: perfume. Guttural. A tickling dark strand of hair, a rough cheek, muscles pulling against bones that seemed to strain against the skin that kept them. He said, ‘the people you love become ghosts in your mind, that is how they are kept alive’.
‘But ghosts are dead,’ I replied, ‘and you can’t affect the dead.’...
Having said I'm too busy for this... This is...
He said, there’s a tight loop in the hole over there. It’s leaking. Edging towards it with catatonic surprise and discovering it was in fact offering itself to him, he had immediately left it and found her to seek counsel. Only seven years old, really, what else was a small boy to do? She told him it was blood and nothing to worry about, and not to go down there any more if he didn’t want to meet...
In case anybody is feeling disappointed
I haven’t been posting my own work on here for a while because I’m busy writing a porno for uni, and I’m anxious about posting sections up here just in case I get accused of plagiarising myself. I’ll post it in the summer.
Notes of a Crocodile by Qiu Miaojin
This has only just been translated and it’s amazing.
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In the past, I believed that every man carried in him the innate prototype of a woman, and that he would love the woman who most resembled this prototype. Although I am a woman, I also share this prototype of a woman.
My prototype of a woman was the type who would appear in hallucinations at the last moments of your freezing to...
“No compulsion in the world is stronger than the urge to edit someone else’s...”
– H. G. Wells (via nevver)
EtCetera.....: If you have time to watch a 30... →
elfieatlanticx:
visiblechildren:
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I do not doubt for a second that those involved in KONY 2012…
Perge
Wake up.
Wake up. The people you discarded are slipping through the rivet holes.
Lacing through them like weeds in a wreck, fronds feeling for vision.
Beneath it there are monolith fish, with huge flat disks of eyes spanning metres.
Shadowed scales give themselves up with each speck of light that darts to your pupil and alerts the senses to the electric silent troop.
It is always...
There Is Nobody Watching: Hallucination Bomb →
greytrain:
That fucking hissing in my head, expanding and growing
Like a stagnant beast, labouring for breath, it widens
Widens and flattens just slightly, a tactical unmanned strike in my ears
Surrounded by glibness and the desperate rictus
of the utterly resigned
He is all matter to me, stock still…
It makes me so happy when, instead of that awful creeping skin-crawling feeling I...
