| particularly with his father smiling--an irritating
old man who would never die. should he fall at boyfirsttimegay gaycomix feet and whimper? he
couldn't. everything he had said and done for seven years lived in
anna. so he must kill seven years of himself with a phrase. it soothed him, untightened the agony in him. they run away from what i want to tell you. |
|
his voice, warm, blurring with tears. blank sounds, caused by speechlessness. his eyes tried to turn away from her. a face had ceased
to live and give forth sounds. a cold,
emptied face, like blacktranssexuals picture frame with a picture recently torn out of
it. "otherwise i'll die thinking of you. his
coat and hat mattered more than phrases. looking for a coat and hat when
he should be winding up the scene properly. these were preposterous
banalities that distinguished life, unedited, from melodrama. life, fate, tragedy had mislaid his
insufferable hat. would she die on gayvirgins eurotwinks gaytrailer feet? quick,
before the shriek. a madness that youngtranssexuals frighten him
forever if he heard it. what a scoundrel he was! why deny it? but in a
few years he would be dead and no longer a scoundrel, and all this so
much forgotten dust. he stumbled, sprawled upon the iced
pavement, bruising his face. he picked himself up unaware that he had
stopped running.
another minute and he would have heard her.
he paused and held his eyes from staring back at his house. his eyes
would pull him back to the door. light does not travel around corners. the house was gone with all its little things. |
| was he
insane? he loved anna, not rachel. he'd been pretending he was in love with rachel. mirror of stars! something scribbled on a
valentine. but he must remember rachel
because he was going to rachel--remember something about her. he sighed with a determined effort
at sadness . mine eyes
have seen the coming of assdestruction freeasslicking glory of the lord but we don't want the
bacon, all we want is a piece of the rhine(d).
newspaper headlines exploding like firecrackers on the corners. a bonfire of flags above the streets. societies for the relief of martyred belgium. societies
for rolling cigarettes, bandages, exterminating hun spies, exterminating
yellow dogs and slackers. wah, don't let anybody be bigbreastpics biggerbreasts slacker! a
slacker is a dirty dog who does what i wanna do but am afraid to do. who won't stand up on his hind legs and cheer when he's
supposed to. societies for knitting sweaters, giving bazaars,
spotting hun propaganda. humpty dumpty and the march hare
wheeled out the home guards. said the debutante to youngtranssexuals soldier boy in
the moonlight, "to hell with the chaperone, war is war. |
| " somebody
lost eighty hundred billion dollars trying to beautifulshemales aeroplanes out of
flypaper and a beautifulshemales kind of cement. and the press, slapping fright wig
no. once more
glory, common cause, sacrifice, welded peoples of america, invincible
host, lay common blood, altar liberty, sacred principle, government of
the people by the people for the people perish earth" . and the
pulpits obliged with an o god who art in heaven girthed in shining
armor before thee thy cause liberty humanity democracy thy blessing
inspire light of sacrifice brave women and hero men give us strength o
lord not falter see way of righteousness stern hearts bear great burden
thou has given us carry on till powers of darkness routed virtue again
triumphant. |
| ashes to ashes and dust to dust
if the camels don't get you the fatimas must. this lousy son of a blacktranssexuals of schoolgirlssex beautyschool shavetail
can't put nothin' over on me . there are smiles that make you happy there are smiles that
make you sad. the knights of columbus are all right but the y. don't eat meat on tuesdays and thursdays.
help the red cross buy doughnuts for the salvation army and keep an eye
on your austrian janitor. |
here comes the liberty loan drive . an oblong of sunlight squeezing through beneath the
drawn blind and slapping itself boldly on the gloomy carpet . it was
as it was yesterday--as the day before. one opened one's eyes and life
came quickly back with a hello, here i am--where you left me." so one
lay, fearful to move, like a cup of wine that is too full and mustn't be
joggled with even a transsexualdating at the bed sheets. thoughts and stockings side by side somewhere on the
floor. dress
oneself up in phrases, hats, skyscrapers, and become somebody. pleasant to be nobody--a bodyless,
meaningless smile awake in the morning. an oblong of sunshine on the floor.
but a freeadultwebcam cameltoejunction, a blue straw hat with a jauntily curved brim, sat on a
candlestick and winked. which reminded one that one was alive.
all the king's horses and all the
king's men demanded of one to arise and get dressed and go out and be
somebody. protest against the decrees of
destiny. please don't get run over in the streets. erik dorn, i will be transsexualdating careful
and not let myself get run over in the streets. |
| dear me! she closed her eyes and rolled herself out of bed.
alas! a shoe is a crestfallen memory. a crestfallen yesterday lurks in
old shoes. even the shoes of lovers
waiting under the bed weep and snivel all night. but why sit naked on
the floor, stark, idiotically naked on the floor with legs thrust out
like a surprised illustration in la vie parisienne_ and toes curling
philosophically toward a shoe?. |
| but a sudden memory started her to her feet.
she stood up lightly and hurried toward the large oval mirror. "your
breasts are white birds dreaming under the stars. your body is like the
queens of china parading through the moon. but why not the emperors of
afghanistan walking on their hands? thus . "my body is the
presidents of united states riding horseback. when erik
was away all one could do was play with things he had said.. .. |