NEW YEARS Revelers reveling at dawn like new aged broken promises to a child wild eyed and wide open glowing like chinese fireworks in an abstract holy moment of perfect terror. Stark and amazing as a hand slap last year a mothers love lost like milk down a sewer in the parking lot of dreams. […]
read moreNarcisa- Our Lady Of Ashes
I was sleeping fitfully in the loft bed above the sofa when I woke up to her voice. Babbling incoherent words and names. “Aaaggghhh. Washing-ton! Welling-ton! Ash-ton! Remington! WASH-ing-ton!! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!” “What!?” I said. I looked down and she was sitting up on the sofa, soaked in sweat, wild eyes bulging open wide, raving… I went […]
read moreIts day’s end at year’s end here at the end of Copacabana beach in Rio de Janeiro. I’m sitting here on the big rock overlooking the ocean as the lights of New Years Eve blink on across the blue and white pastel half moon curve of Copacabana, Princess of the Sea. I’m sitting here waiting […]
read moreThe new girl that Narcisa had plucked right off the pista sat on my friend’s veranda, admiring the panoramic view of Rio. Narcisa went around behind her and I watched, half amused, half horrified as Narcisa suddenly lunged at her new companion like a clumsy horny drunk guy trying to get in a prudish young […]
read moreShe disappeared again… Now she calls me two days later as if nothing had happened. I went to meet her down by the ocean in Copacabana. She was wearing a plastic strap on clown nose she’d ripped off from one of her squatter friends as he stood in the middle of the street at […]
read moreWe made it out of the subway station without getting arrested and walked over to the sushi place, Narcisa stopping to ask for everything in every store on the way. A diamond ring, a plastic toothpick holder, a box of Twinkies, a game of Battleship, a parakeet, baby formula… Then we were there and without delay Narcisa […]
read moreWhen the elevator doors of the hospital opened it was full of plastic doll cookie cutter office workers and fat ladies in their typical conservative 9-5 monkey dresses and suits. There we stood like the three stooges on a bad acid trip, me, Narcisa and my friend Lucia. I was holding Narcisa, who was not “feeling well”, up like […]
read moreSomehow I managed to keep my dick in my pants. Probably cuz I knew it was no use. I vaguely wondered if post-recovery sex trauma frigidity applied to blow jobs and how I would breach such a delicate subject at such a crucial moment. What would they say at the 12-step meeting? I remembered that even though I’d only […]
read moreNo, it’s not over yet… The pilot took us around the behemoth statue of Christ a few times and even over the ocean. Narcisa squeezed my hand. I didn’t mind, I was a little afraid of the whole situation too. Jonathan just laughed as he looked back at our aghast faces. Narcisa continued to squeal and bleat like […]
read more… I felt like I was being led by the dick right down the road to hell as I watched her weave a practiced spell, luring me back into my long-established primary role as a willing accomplice in her deadly addiction. By awakening my own deadly addiction. To her addiction… My dick was aching and sore, straining in […]
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