Potential Erotic Energystrap poised
on freckled
shoulder, tempting
lust, challenging
hope. Should
it drop left
lust leaves,
hope fails.
Should it drop
right, lust
soars
and hope
dances wildly
in the
mind.
I don't want to believe. I don’t want to believe in Him...I don't want to believe.
I have tried to ignore Him; stuff cotton in my ears; thought about the hem on the girls skirt next to me; make fun of the fat Henri, who lives in the green house next door to me. But when my mom draws the covers up to my chin, says “good night,” and flicks off the light, I can feel Him. Just as my eyes close for the last time, I feel Him; pull the cotton from my ears; fold my hands across my chest; “sorry Henri.” I tell him that I believe in H
I Will Destroy this PlaceThe HouseI Will Destroy this Place
I will destroy this place: Tear down the walls Insulated with problem policy.
I will burn all the furniture, As these are the seats of power.
Shatter all the gilded chandeliers That shine so brightly; Blinding the visitor.
Ripe up the mosaic floor, The pattern is full of lies.
Flood the cellars. Make history Float to the surface.
Collapse the balconies As false promises stand on them.
Smash the windows So that their tint Does not block the light of the truth.
Shred
Onions final draftThe entire kitchen was trembling, even the servers were huddled around the bar not daring to check if their food was ready. The customers, too, sensed the cataclysm that was being unleashed in the kitchen. Their eyes were downcast, looking for salvation in the bread. No one, however, needed a miracle more than the ex-cook who had to tell Chef that he had forgotten to chop onions, any onions. This was at 6:00 pm on Friday night. Chef stood there, his fingers quivering around the tomato that they held. He didn’t say anything, except for his fingers, nothing on him moved. Then the tomato in his hand popped like a catsup filled balloonOnions final draft
OnionsThe entire kitchen was trembling, even the servers were huddled around the bar not daring to check if their food was ready. But no ones knees made more noise then the ex-cook wannbe, who had to tell Chef that he had forgotten to chop onions, any onions. This was at 6:00 pm on Friday night. Chef didn’t say anything, didn’t move a muscle, then the tomato that he held in his hand burst. The red spray splashed the cowering cook before him and the cook dropped. He had fainted; the two pizza cooks jumped in and dragged the downed cook to the bathroom; this wasn’t entirely new to them. “Where is the new guy?” Chef asked this quietly and then sOnions
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-Eon
They had been defected and excommunicated and all the pulses were subverted and they made sure the obituaries showed pictures of smoke stacks.
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Global Comic Jam
House of Obscurity Comics
became burly battle banter bewildering.
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...my tongue is the only muscle on my body that works harder then my heart...
Woland
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...my tongue is the only muscle on my body that works harder then my heart...
Woland
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...my tongue is the only muscle on my body that works harder then my heart...
Woland
Subject: Re: who are some deviants that you think should have more pageviews? (#3134462)
Date: Apr 7, 2004, 8:11:02 PM
~wolandswine
I love reading his stuff! ...very illustrative ...uh ...picturesque words.
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Be NiCE! Stick it to the man- NOT your fellow deviants. (Even if animie sux)
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