open wide and
her pitch black
that your face
is close to her face-
it is close enough,
and that she
also said: "only
the hands", but
you chose to
it feels better
this way and
what is wrong
with a hedon
who wants to be
and loud music.
When the evening began, they had all slithered in
With the men in their finest of poppy-red suits,
And the women wore gowns of Violets and scarlet
That shimmered in the moonlight, seeped through their flesh
As their trains pooled onto the floor.
They had gathered together for the Blood Parade,
The first of many to come.
Oozing from cars and down patio steps,
Surging through streets, trickling down cellar doors,
Flowing from room to room, all the while
Smiling impossibly empty wide smiles
That disappeared back inside of themselves
As soon as the gestures were formed.
In waves and embracesthrough each other they moved
in the wake of the memories of happier crowds;
Though each moan in their hearts burbled forth to a sigh.
And steaming from the cold, they began to rely
On those bottles that thinned their gelatinous skin,
And kept warm as they drew close together.
And each of them played their instruments,
Clotted silhouettes you could smell for
in years, it's like meeting someone new
as God whispers their name
into your ear along with one or two secrets.
You notice, astutely, that as you are gossiping
with the divine, she is as well. Head tilted, smiling.
And she believes in God. And you do not.
But you both believe in things that are easy to believe
like dirty blonde hair, tattoos of stories,
stories of tattoos. I believe
in the twenty dollars I paid for the concert,
the sixteen more for the bus north
upon my hedonistic hajj. On that bus
my friend (suffering from nosebleeds), me unraveling
toliet paper to stuff him up, us
both reading a free booklet on THE MARK OF THE BEAST
blood speckles on my bleached pinkish jeans,
the caged driver pulls us all in
to Portland. A part of town
where the sidewalks are asking for money
and a homeless man with lazy eyes
touched three fingers to my chest when I told him
I didn't have any money.
Not even at the show, already bloodstained, gypsy cursed,
“Oh, I put…” she tapped the clipboard and scrolled through the list of names, “Becky with Laura. I figured when Becky leaves for lunch then Kaye could—“
“Woah woah woah… you put Becky and Laura behind the counter together?” a brown brow furrowed slightly, “Don’t you think things might get a little hectic with all of… that going on?”
“What, do they not like each other or something?”
“No, it’s just… we try not to put them in the same place at the same time.” The boss alluded to as gently as possible, “They don’t really… They’re both… Y’see there’s only so much space back there, and the two of them together—“
“Can I get a venti Vanilla Bean Frappe with non-fat milk?”
The tall clear cup slammed down on the counter, immediately recovered b
"God Beck, you have like the best job ever." Emily whined as she grabbed her keys, "If I had your job, surrounded by coffee and cheesecake and cookies and scones and muffins all day? I'd weigh twice as much as you."
"Gee thanks." Becky said flatly, "But we're only allowed to eat on break. Management gets kinda pissy if you eat anything on the clock. Even from the waste bin."
"Uh-huh, and how would you know that?"
"So that's a multigrain bagel with crème cheese."
The last customer of the day sashayed her way out the door, her ridiculously complicated order in hand. It hadn’t seemed to bother their most irritating customer of the day that it had taken the poor girls ten minutes to carry out her unceasing line of requests. Two
Let us indulge our bodies in joy and pleasure....
Let us worship at the feet of hedonism.
Let our goddesses be named Erotica and Voluptua.
Let us worship them and live our lives as we should
spoiling each other in the pleasures of this life.
Let us not look back at guilt or self-loathing....
Let us live life decadently -- with full bellies and libidos at the ready.
Let us learn to love ourselves and each other -- body, mind and soul...
"Wonderful! You did as wonderful as always, Amazon!" The Sorceress an
Kyousuke had not been there to join them, and it seemed like his non-presence in these regular Akiba outings was increasingly becoming the norm. But the three girls hardly seemed to even notice his disappearance as Kuroneko and Kirino were too busy bickering amongst themselves, with Saori often stepping in as the mediator. In fact, their current meeting was hardly any different than how it used to be when they first met.
With one exception...
"You know, Kuroneko," Kirino said with a sneer after her favorite anime had been insulted, "You've been getting pretty fat lately."
"Kirino!" Saori exclaimed, shocked. She didn't think Kirino would be so vindictive as to bring up the poor girl's recent... weight problem. She looked to Kuroneko to survey the damage from Kirino's thoughtless comment.
Kuroneko's eyes were cl