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Thursday, September 5th, 2002
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| 10:49a | Поздравляю всех с началом Ядерной Зимы! Погодка-то какая замечательная... ![[info]](http://lj.rossia.org/img/userinfo-lj.gif) lsdhunter@lj, срочно садись дописывать "Clouded Moscow" - самое оно сейчас!От этого дыма (и постоянного недосыпания) у меня вновь начались люциды - я, как и раньше, хожу по лицам никому не известных городов. В прошлый раз я забрел в какой-то "букинист", где долго листал несуществующие в нашем несовершенном мире сборники еще советской фантастики 50-60 годов. Книги были старые и грязные (с одной так и вовсе вода капала), да и написана полная дурь (что-то там про колонизацию дальних планет отважными и правильными до отвращения космонавтами-первопроходцами), но - какие же там были иллюстрации! По сравнению с изображенными на них Mech'ами вся манга скопом сосет не отвлекаясь... Current Mood:  highCurrent Music: Recoil - Drifting |
| 11:43a | Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory She sat at a teetering picnic table, there was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table's surface Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus He was meaty but graceful His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile Her mouth was small to begin with but dreaming made it even smaller That's just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreams Carla's small mouth was dreaming as her knife began carving a poem into the table I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun but what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station and scooped shiny white goop into jars That's just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreaming The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break at the same picnic table He noticed the poem carved into the wood Although he didn't know who had written it, he coincidentally thought 'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him So he took out his own knife and wrote 'luscious apparatus was here' After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time They both started to look at the things carved in the table Then they looked at each other They knew who each other was Carla's mouth got small and dreamy, Jack's eyes got round and hot When they got done with the graveyard shift They went back to Jack's apartment and had sex Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex, talking sex Sex like animals have, sex like boys have, sex like girls have Sex upside down, sex inside out Sex with grins, sex with tears Sex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once that Jack's wounds were from carving himself Jack was trying to carve poems into himself and now he wanted to carve some in her This was where she drew the line She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, Jack felt cheated and misled He felt that by carving a poem in the table Carla had been begging to be carved upon Carla didn't see it that way at all She got up and started putting on her clothes Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating Then, because she was small and could move fast she ducked and Jack tripped and fell and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that Current Mood: highCurrent Music: Recoil - Luscious Apparatus |
| 12:03p | A girl who can't shake off the smell of a man she met but didn't know well She thinks she feels him in her skin She thinks she sees his sideways grin She sees him on the street by chance Follows him as if entranced Gets on a train that he gets on A girl like this she is possessed She sits two seats behind his own, can hear him sigh, a little moan She wonders what he's thinking of as he removes his right hand glove She notices his hand is strange as if the bones were rearranged She thinks of what she'll say to him She hears it playing deep within You're all I need to get high The man jumps to his feet just then Slips out the train and round a bend She almost loses sight of him Shuts her eyes, thinks of his skin She catches up just as he goes into a bar and down below to where cases of wine are stacked There is no light, it's nearly black You're all I need to get high He turns around to face her then his right hand seems to claw the air She doesn't know why she came here She doesn't know what possessed her Sweat's running down her spine But then he breaks into a smile that lights up his whole face And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh, And then he says "I've thought about you since that day we met but barely spoke" They start to kiss He rubs his hand inside her tight's inner band She shivers up against him hard She reaches inside of him far But then she stops, she pulls away She starts to go and he tells her "stay" But she walks determined up the stairs She sways a bit, she flaunts her wares She's got him where she wants him now She knows he'll follow hard and how anything she says will go Any yes she'll turn to no He follows her outside and says "Hey wait, don't go, stay here" She turns around and sneers at him and walks away for days Current Mood: highCurrent Music: Recoil - Control Freak |
| 12:14p | I wanna write myself on the walls of your heart Because the knot that holds us altogether throws us all apart I'm gonna stop myself before I say something true Because the answers that roll from my tongue are nothing to do with you And I hold a piece up to the light Hold a piece up to my eye Found a missing piece from my set Found a person I'd not met Hold a piece up to the light Hold a piece up to my eye Found a missing piece from my set Found a person I'd not met Sometimes is a lonely place So tow me over to the light, The sound, the sound it is in sight Found my heart was contained within a cell Found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world I hold a piece up to the light Hold a piece up to my eye Found a missing piece from my set Found a person I'd not met Sometimes is a lonely place Sometimes I held the missing piece Current Mood: highCurrent Music: Recoil - Missing Piece |
| 12:42p | metalnikov@lj, это опять твои идиотские приколы с виртуалами? Сначала я долго объяснял какой-то бабе из Югославии что такое "готика", теперь приперлась какая-то из Канады, которой приспичило, чтобы ее изнасиловали в онлайне. Кошмар... Да, постинги лириксов будут продолжаться. ;) Current Mood:  bitchyCurrent Music: Recoil - Want |
| 12:59p | Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for. He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch. I like how the skins look on your white hands. I’d like you to deliver one of my demands." He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it’s just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "It’s just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It’s just breath control." When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind." And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face.... "It’s just control." Current Mood: highCurrent Music: Recoil - Breath Control |
| 4:16p | Черт возьми, не могу не запостить эту ссылку... ;) http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?j Current Mood:  gigglyCurrent Music: Death in June - He's Disabled |
| 4:37p | Wrap your face in prayers The ones you sent in dust And,know they never reaching me You know they never reaching me Every blemish helps endear? In this earthbound axis Of stifling air The stifling air In this golden wedding of sorrow In this golden wedding Blind and bleeding Or,merely spent? We returned to the source To wait on our dream And a function disappears And a reason disappears And a meanig disappears All memories scream In this golden wedding of sorrow In this golden wedding Black tears caress male things But my caresses only sour things At the dawn of the dusk of hope Remember me as pain Remember me again and again Wrap your face in prayers The ones you never sent And,know they never reaching me You know they never reaching me Current Mood: highCurrent Music: Death in June - This Golden Wedding of Sorrow |
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