23.02.18-designed to kill
when I see
a kitten
hit by
errant amazon delivery
vans
should I
send a screen shot
or is
it
functioning as
designed
to
kill
23 February 2016
22 February 2016
20 February 2016
19 February 2016
18.02.16-shame
no
shame
he’s
can’t
touch
you like
me
no
shame
you
crave
pain
he
can’t
fuck
you like
me
no
shame
you
are
this
game
no
shame
you’re
escaping boredom
18.02.16-shame
no
shame
he’s
never
going
to touch
you like
me
no
shame
you
crave
pain
he
can’t
fuck
you like
me
no
shame
you
are
this
game
no
shame
18 February 2016
17 February 2016
13 February 2016
Judas Goat
She’s at the end of the bar looking bored, and lonely. Make no mistake this is a dive, and little black dress pumps stand out. This place isn’t sanitised for your protection not a faux dive in the mall I walk up to her.
“Fancy a bit of company?” I ask pulling up a stool.
She nods a yes.
“Hello” I say then turn to order Tanqueray tonic, 2 limes squeezes, and what ever she’s drinking.” I turn to her your name is?”
“Holly, and you’re a cocky bastard, are you sure I am not here with, a huge boyfriend?”
“I am Marlowe; you arrived with several friends, not as attractive as you, who one by one disappeared, with men who had come over here. Leaving you alone, and to me the one eyed monster, if I am wrong fighting a large person not a problem for me.”
“I like the eye patch, how do you know this, I noticed you walking in maybe 5 minutes ago before you came over.
“Holly, I have been around the manor, and around the world. I earned the scars the eye patch is functional, big boyfriends; not a problem.” I answer.
“What’s your game?“ Holly asks, but she’s not really trying to figure me out.
“You can’t play someone unless they want to be played, I have done the research.” I answer, watching her flip her long red hair.
“My friend’s played me?” Holly asks.
: You’re the Judas goat.” I answer
“A Judas goat is….”Holly asks.
“The goat you tie to a stake, when hunting tiger. The tiger comes for goat you take your shot. When men came to talk to you they took their shot. Think about this evening, and you might find I am right.”
“I was right you’re a cocky bastard.” Holly commented.
I signal for another round, and take a good look at Holly, a real red head nearly as pale as me, which to say very pale, Green eyes, heartbreaker. “So if nobody shoots the tiger what happens to the Judas goat?” Holly asks with a wary smile.
We have options, 1) the Judas goat is dinner, 2) We take the goat to dinner or my personal favourite E all of the above.” I signal bartender
“Do I get a vote?” Holly asks “ coyly.
“Think about, I’ll close the tab.” I say heading to bar. I get my debit
“Of course come back to Holly, and say, “Let’s roll”
“Cocky bastard.” Holly says zipping up her jacket.
“Let’s discuss in car, we can talk about cabbages and kings, or not all. “ I say. She take’s my arm. I am feeling her strong now, so I kiss her, and there is definitely chemistry. Holly kisses me pressing against me, a raspy whisper in my ear who’s the tiger now?”
“”You’re going to be fun to play with” I answer. Holly smiles we walk out to my car.
“I want to be adored comes on as I start car. Holly claps, “You’re too smooth.”
“I have an iPod with 20,000 songs; karma?” I answer.
“You didn’t ask if I have a boyfriend,” Holly said.
“I don’t care, this about me and you, this moment, this place anything else is so much noise; your place?”
“OK Holly said, and starts giving directions. I have a place for tonight.
She puts in the code to get us past gate. In the lifts, Holly wraps herself around me. By the time we reach the 3rd floor were half undressed. . The fumbling with keys just made things more urgent.
Inside Holly turns on music, and we just go back to ravishing each other.
Holly is passionate, responsive, and creative. In short a great lover. After I find myself on a sofa I am just staring at her body long lean small firm breasts pierced nipples, legs that went on forever. And a small crimson landing strip.
“Let’s try the bed,” Holly says taking my hand leading me to the bedroom. I watch her walk gracefully see our clothes scattered on floor. I notice the tattoo on that heart shaped arse, biker ink. I don’t care her walk is all I am noticing. This is only about this moment, this time nothing before or after matters.
We fall in bed rolling on each other. She climbs on top facing away. Screaming like a cat in heat, and grinding on me cock to orgasm. She stretches out next to me, and is fast asleep. I get up quietly as possible. Slip into her shower for a quick rinse, I dress in the living room finding my clothes.
I look at her asleep. Tap her “need a ride to your car baby?” I ask softly, as seeing me when you wake up can be disturbing.
“Car’s here code is 1986”a groggy answer. I pull the covers over her and give her a kiss.
This was a good moment I will tuck it away, and keep it for when I need a little light underground. A wee bit of spring in a long winter.
She’s at the end of the bar looking bored, and lonely. Make no mistake this is a dive, and little black dress pumps stand out. This place isn’t sanitised for your protection not a faux dive in the mall I walk up to her.
“Fancy a bit of company?” I ask pulling up a stool.
She nods a yes.
“Hello” I say then turn to order Tanqueray tonic, 2 limes squeezes, and what ever she’s drinking.” I turn to her your name is?”
“Holly, and you’re a cocky bastard, are you sure I am not here with, a huge boyfriend?”
“I am Marlowe; you arrived with several friends, not as attractive as you, who one by one disappeared, with men who had come over here. Leaving you alone, and to me the one eyed monster, if I am wrong fighting a large person not a problem for me.”
“I like the eye patch, how do you know this, I noticed you walking in maybe 5 minutes ago before you came over.
“Holly, I have been around the manor, and around the world. I earned the scars the eye patch is functional, big boyfriends; not a problem.” I answer.
“What’s your game?“ Holly asks, but she’s not really trying to figure me out.
“You can’t play someone unless they want to be played, I have done the research.” I answer, watching her flip her long red hair.
“My friend’s played me?” Holly asks.
: You’re the Judas goat.” I answer
“A Judas goat is….”Holly asks.
“The goat you tie to a stake, when hunting tiger. The tiger comes for goat you take your shot. When men came to talk to you they took their shot. Think about this evening, and you might find I am right.”
“I was right you’re a cocky bastard.” Holly commented.
I signal for another round, and take a good look at Holly, a real red head nearly as pale as me, which to say very pale, Green eyes, heartbreaker. “So if nobody shoots the tiger what happens to the Judas goat?” Holly asks with a wary smile.
We have options, 1) the Judas goat is dinner, 2) We take the goat to dinner or my personal favourite E all of the above.” I signal bartender
“Do I get a vote?” Holly asks “ coyly.
“Think about, I’ll close the tab.” I say heading to bar. I get my debit
“Of course come back to Holly, and say, “Let’s roll”
“Cocky bastard.” Holly says zipping up her jacket.
“Let’s discuss in car, we can talk about cabbages and kings, or not all. “ I say. She take’s my arm. I am feeling her strong now, so I kiss her, and there is definitely chemistry. Holly kisses me pressing against me, a raspy whisper in my ear who’s the tiger now?”
“”You’re going to be fun to play with” I answer. Holly smiles we walk out to my car.
“I want to be adored comes on as I start car. Holly claps, “You’re too smooth.”
“I have an iPod with 20,000 songs; karma?” I answer.
“You didn’t ask if I have a boyfriend,” Holly said.
“I don’t care, this about me and you, this moment, this place anything else is so much noise; your place?”
“OK Holly said, and starts giving directions. I have a place for tonight.
She puts in the code to get us past gate. In the lifts, Holly wraps herself around me. By the time we reach the 3rd floor were half undressed. . The fumbling with keys just made things more urgent.
Inside Holly turns on music, and we just go back to ravishing each other.
Holly is passionate, responsive, and creative. In short a great lover. After I find myself on a sofa I am just staring at her body long lean small firm breasts pierced nipples, legs that went on forever. And a small crimson landing strip.
“Let’s try the bed,” Holly says taking my hand leading me to the bedroom. I watch her walk gracefully see our clothes scattered on floor. I notice the tattoo on that heart shaped arse, biker ink. I don’t care her walk is all I am noticing. This is only about this moment, this time nothing before or after matters.
We fall in bed rolling on each other. She climbs on top facing away. Screaming like a cat in heat, and grinding on me cock to orgasm. She stretches out next to me, and is fast asleep. I get up quietly as possible. Slip into her shower for a quick rinse, I dress in the living room finding my clothes.
I look at her asleep. Tap her “need a ride to your car baby?” I ask softly, as seeing me when you wake up can be disturbing.
“Car’s here code is 1986”a groggy answer. I pull the covers over her and give her a kiss.
This was a good moment I will tuck it away, and keep it for when I need a little light underground. A wee bit of spring in a long winter.
12 February 2016
11 February 2016
10 February 2016
10.02.16-Ash Wednesday -40 days
40 nights
40 days
40 nights
drinking only Tanqueray and quinine
40 days
40 nights
sniffing only cocaine
40 days
40 nights
with a Danish model
entering Ash Wednesday
emerging from
Chelsea Hotel
After
40 days
40 nights
into the diesel fumes staggering toward
E10th Ave
After
40 days
40 nights
pure
in the
promised land
07 February 2016
04 February 2016
.04.02.16-30 pieces of silver
beauty is
a costly thing
it’s charges more interest
than
loan shark
or even
pay day loan
I’m still paying for the 3 minutes
I was attractive
Your pills, powders, and poison’s
Can’t hold back the
Debt
Your soul
Resents your face
Body
You resent
hungry
envious
eyes
quietly
violating
destroying
your book
of covers
all smiling
secretly
sad lonely
sycophants’
bookers
hookers
agents
hedge fund managers
pimps
coke dealers
all
who sold you
for
30 pieces of silver
03 February 2016
02 February 2016
02.02.16-ballet
discovered you hitchhiking
me prendre à son père
you pleaded
it’s
so late
I’ve
Been fighting
So long
5CC’s to heaven
dance for me
Pirouette
Spin the world
away
in bed
ouverte
sissonne en avant.
dance with me
monster in your bed
Still kills the monsters
Under your bed
And in the
closets
viola!
I love
this ballet
of US
01 February 2016
01.02.16-come to me
when everything
is
dark and cold
come to me
when everything
is
come to me
when everything
is
shattered
when everything
is
come to me
when everything
is
obscene
come to me
when everything
and
everyone
shut off
come to me
when everything
is
musical
when everything
is
when everything
is
magical
come to me
30 January 2016
29 January 2016
27 January 2016
26 January 2016
25 January 2016
24 January 2016
22 January 2016
21 January 2016
19 January 2016
18 January 2016
16 January 2016
Dance
Awakening groggy to a warm muggy morning, window open. Emie lies next to me. I notice a small gold crucifix catches the light between ample breasts, long blonde hair a tan body, which contrasts my Vampyric white.
A warm morning contrasts my thoughts; I remember a flat in Spandau overlooking the Havel freezing in January. Another woman, another time.
I remember last night the call. First about her husband. I tell her to stop telling me she loves me, and come to me; surprisingly she does. I need her for a change, and I need contact face to face; not face time.
She’s hard to miss tall, blonde and long strong legs that are the stairway to heaven her Russian accent, as she stalks through the dive towards me. She stop’s puts her hand on my face, and bends over for a kiss, that’s past “friends.” She met her husband online emails, then; he flew her from St. Petersburg to be installed as fourth wife.
“What’s a matter?” she asks sitting
“I wanted to see you, you’re well?” I answer
“No, he treat me like a maid” Emie answers in a thick Russian accent. Everything she says sounds like, “must get squirrel and moose. I remember conversation is not the point.
” You can stay for a drink?” I ask, already ordering her a vodka martini.
“Da” Emie answers, with a huge smile. She gestures at the Jukebox. I put a few dollars on the table. Emie put’s on “Do you feel like we do.” She was born a decade after it was a hit. She dances gracefully, sensually. I watch, and everything else has just fades away. I feel the dynamic of our friendship shifting as she undulates to the table; I have just gone from confidant to lover. Her walk the way her gaze is taking me in, really seeing me, perhaps for the first time. I half expected this would happen one day. She as called drunk and flat out asked me to fuck her, but I don’t pull drunken birds; especially not a friend.
We’re not friends anymore. This is uncharted territory, and there’s a palpable sense of excitement in the air. When we touch again it is electric. Conversation has been replaced by staring at each other. Touching, light caressing, and an understanding, that did not exist a few moments ago. I order another round. She tosses it back on sends several texts quickly. She leans into me says something in Russian. I don’t speak Russian, but I know what she means.
I take her by the hand lead her to the car. Inside I light up a spliff, Emie hits it hard passes to me. She finds classic rock and takes a hazy drive to get a room. I buy the room with my phone. She undulates to music even in the car.
In the room she finds a music channel, and dances out of her clothes. She must have had training, grand pile, and en pointe all while nude. Sexy, graceful.
In bed she is the Bolshoi in bed. After our dance I watch her drift off into sleep.
I watch the morning light dance across her and retreat to brush my teeth and shower. In the shower she joins me, you were going to leave before I was woke, no?”
“No” I answer and kiss her. and savour her taste, touch and feel.
“My husband? “ she asks
“This what you’re going to do its early don’t dry you're her love, don’t put on make-up go home slip into jeans, or shorts you got up early and went for a run. She smiles at my” practised ruse. As she dries her self I can’t help but watch, graceful strong yet feminine body.
“He…” Emie starts to say.
“Tell me about you, I am tired of talking about him. “I said. Cutting her off
she gives me a hug, and it feels as if we have been dancing for a long time each partner anticipating, reacting to moves fluidly choreographed yet spontaneous. The music has changed, and we will see where this dance takes us.
.
.
Awakening groggy to a warm muggy morning, window open. Emie lies next to me. I notice a small gold crucifix catches the light between ample breasts, long blonde hair a tan body, which contrasts my Vampyric white.
A warm morning contrasts my thoughts; I remember a flat in Spandau overlooking the Havel freezing in January. Another woman, another time.
I remember last night the call. First about her husband. I tell her to stop telling me she loves me, and come to me; surprisingly she does. I need her for a change, and I need contact face to face; not face time.
She’s hard to miss tall, blonde and long strong legs that are the stairway to heaven her Russian accent, as she stalks through the dive towards me. She stop’s puts her hand on my face, and bends over for a kiss, that’s past “friends.” She met her husband online emails, then; he flew her from St. Petersburg to be installed as fourth wife.
“What’s a matter?” she asks sitting
“I wanted to see you, you’re well?” I answer
“No, he treat me like a maid” Emie answers in a thick Russian accent. Everything she says sounds like, “must get squirrel and moose. I remember conversation is not the point.
” You can stay for a drink?” I ask, already ordering her a vodka martini.
“Da” Emie answers, with a huge smile. She gestures at the Jukebox. I put a few dollars on the table. Emie put’s on “Do you feel like we do.” She was born a decade after it was a hit. She dances gracefully, sensually. I watch, and everything else has just fades away. I feel the dynamic of our friendship shifting as she undulates to the table; I have just gone from confidant to lover. Her walk the way her gaze is taking me in, really seeing me, perhaps for the first time. I half expected this would happen one day. She as called drunk and flat out asked me to fuck her, but I don’t pull drunken birds; especially not a friend.
We’re not friends anymore. This is uncharted territory, and there’s a palpable sense of excitement in the air. When we touch again it is electric. Conversation has been replaced by staring at each other. Touching, light caressing, and an understanding, that did not exist a few moments ago. I order another round. She tosses it back on sends several texts quickly. She leans into me says something in Russian. I don’t speak Russian, but I know what she means.
I take her by the hand lead her to the car. Inside I light up a spliff, Emie hits it hard passes to me. She finds classic rock and takes a hazy drive to get a room. I buy the room with my phone. She undulates to music even in the car.
In the room she finds a music channel, and dances out of her clothes. She must have had training, grand pile, and en pointe all while nude. Sexy, graceful.
In bed she is the Bolshoi in bed. After our dance I watch her drift off into sleep.
I watch the morning light dance across her and retreat to brush my teeth and shower. In the shower she joins me, you were going to leave before I was woke, no?”
“No” I answer and kiss her. and savour her taste, touch and feel.
“My husband? “ she asks
“This what you’re going to do its early don’t dry you're her love, don’t put on make-up go home slip into jeans, or shorts you got up early and went for a run. She smiles at my” practised ruse. As she dries her self I can’t help but watch, graceful strong yet feminine body.
“He…” Emie starts to say.
“Tell me about you, I am tired of talking about him. “I said. Cutting her off
she gives me a hug, and it feels as if we have been dancing for a long time each partner anticipating, reacting to moves fluidly choreographed yet spontaneous. The music has changed, and we will see where this dance takes us.
.
.
15 January 2016
12 January 2016
11 January 2016
12.01.16-calling all Angel’s
smoking too many spliff’s
calling all Angel’s
drinking too much gin
calling all Angel’s
I’ll give you my protection
Calling all Angels
Angels have deserted underground
Calling all Angels
Je t’adore
N’es pas
Mon ami
Calling all Angels
Je Je ne t'oublierai jamais
Calling all Angel’s
Why have
Left
Calling all Angels
My visions
are
True
Calling ll Angels
I need you
Tonight
Calling all Angels
The blood
Is making roses
In
Me spike
Calling all Angels
Loving the Alien
We had moved in She was a model/actress, and I was hustler grey marketing German cars, and playing at playing guitar. “Loving the Alien was one of our song’s. The lyrics “ you'll believe you're loving the alien believing the strangest things, loving the alien”
Our relationship was biased on suspension of disbelief. The thesis, that, some way it would workout and we would get married, and live stylishly and happily ever after.
Coming home as she was leaving for shoot hearing this song meant coffee was not the only thing being served. We imploded exploded she and “our” girlfriend left one day taking my Bimmer . Still great memories of that song. Thank you, David
We had moved in She was a model/actress, and I was hustler grey marketing German cars, and playing at playing guitar. “Loving the Alien was one of our song’s. The lyrics “ you'll believe you're loving the alien believing the strangest things, loving the alien”
Our relationship was biased on suspension of disbelief. The thesis, that, some way it would workout and we would get married, and live stylishly and happily ever after.
Coming home as she was leaving for shoot hearing this song meant coffee was not the only thing being served. We imploded exploded she and “our” girlfriend left one day taking my Bimmer . Still great memories of that song. Thank you, David
09 January 2016
07 January 2016
06 January 2016
04 January 2016
02 January 2016
02.01.16 liar
Beautiful liar
Promiscuous promise
Sexy virus
My precious
Whore
I get it
I ‘m so flawed
You manifest
My touch to
Alleviate loneliness
I ‘m contaminated
You want protection
Angels bleed from touch
Strong
Deep
Underground
Sweet lies
love you
my disease
my illness
I want your
Deceptions
beautiful liar
I need your
Degenerate
devotion
01 January 2016
I am walking Iggy pup Bleu, and Linda walks up on us says “Hipster, I think I understand Paula’s attraction .”
I thought we were cool, she’s cool, but we just walk dogs together.”
Linda continues, “You're the dangerous one in the boy band leather jacket, that used to be black long hair beard”
I think we need to start walking a different way
I thought we were cool, she’s cool, but we just walk dogs together.”
Linda continues, “You're the dangerous one in the boy band leather jacket, that used to be black long hair beard”
I think we need to start walking a different way
29 December 2015
27 December 2015
26 December 2015
Today I was walking Iggy Bleu, and we run into a woman walking an older golden. I recognise the dog, so we walk past. Dogs sniff I pet him. I am starting to walk off.
The woman says, “You must be the hipster, that walks with my partner Paula.”
“Paula and I walk sometimes, I am Zonker you are? when did I become a hipster.” I answer.
“I am Linda and you have a beard, blues T, chucks, you have a pit, vintage shades and no doubt your iPod is playing an obscure band., you’re a hipster. I am dying of laughter. Linda walks with us and decides, that Paula is safe around me. I resist pointing out we have tonnes in common , although her hair is shorter, than mine.
I may have to rethink my fashion descions
The woman says, “You must be the hipster, that walks with my partner Paula.”
“Paula and I walk sometimes, I am Zonker you are? when did I become a hipster.” I answer.
“I am Linda and you have a beard, blues T, chucks, you have a pit, vintage shades and no doubt your iPod is playing an obscure band., you’re a hipster. I am dying of laughter. Linda walks with us and decides, that Paula is safe around me. I resist pointing out we have tonnes in common , although her hair is shorter, than mine.
I may have to rethink my fashion descions
24 December 2015
23 December 2015
21 December 2015
19 December 2015
17 December 2015
23. feeling this today
23.10.15 poisoned
he poisoned
the black swan
without
her
a demon
cannot find
the land
east of the sun,
west of the moon
he poisoned her
because
he is
malevolent
poisoned her
because
he could not
possess her
body and soul
he poisoned her
because he could not control
how high and beautifully she flew
he poisoned her
and
roused the demon
he poisoned her
taking
dark spectre’s light
he poisoned her
he sealed his fate
Demons don't forget
Demons' don't forgive
expect
me
feeling this today
23.10.15 poisoned
he poisoned
the black swan
without
her
a demon
cannot find
the land
east of the sun,
west of the moon
he poisoned her
because
he is
malevolent
poisoned her
because
he could not
possess her
body and soul
he poisoned her
because he could not control
how high and beautifully she flew
he poisoned her
and
roused the demon
he poisoned her
taking
dark spectre’s light
he poisoned her
he sealed his fate
Demons don't forget
Demons' don't forgive
expect
me
14 December 2015
12 December 2015
11 December 2015
10 December 2015
09 December 2015
07 December 2015
06 December 2015
06.12.15-written
How do I feel about
YOU
you already know
I have written it
in
blood
I have
Written it
In
crayon
screamed in a moment
of passion
you hitting me
like china white
a million small deaths crawling
across your face
whispered
in a tender moment
nibbling on your neck
holding you
I have written it
On
Your body
graffiti
on
me soul
05 December 2015
04 December 2015
03 December 2015
02 December 2015
01.12.15-illusion
reality is
dreaming outloud
Creating
romantic
Sensual
Worlds
APOCALYPSE
ESCAPE
neon lights
doubles
I know
Implants
Spray tan
Bleached hair
On 4 inch heels
REALITY
I’m stupid
I create
improbable
worlds
uninhabitable
APOCALYPTIC ROMANCES
DOOMED
REALITIES
ILLUSION
HOLY
HOLY
Beautiful
LICENTIOUS
illusion
WANTON
catching
FIRE
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