meat jenicor the beating, flowing, stretching beneath skin's tenuous grip, i want to sink teeth and fingers and feel into you 010126 ... birdmad machine 010127 ... misstree dance 010423 ... chiidi dead, on a stick 010424 ... Down Teeth bite flesh and muscle Fingernails on fleshy backs. Feel the burn of a thousand orgasms in you loins. Dig it Daddy-o 010425 ... soia all the flowers that pretend to be rotting meat and all the animals that pretend to be plants and all the people who paint themselves a pretty face 010425 ... iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl he bites deep into my neck the pleasure worse than the pain bleeding blood like delicate wine flowing energy from me to him his tongue caresses the wound, sending sharp shockwaves through me his gentle touch so ironic i am now his no more fighting he is the inevitable i will surrender why fight? his heavy-lidded eyes smile, satisfied; his appetite filled for once yet i wake his touch but an unclean thought the hunger quenched but there are his eyes boring into me nothing hidden i stare at the ceiling the illusion fades yet i look in the mirror to my neck there is no mark no trace of the unholy passion no trace of my weakness i know it is true he will come again tonight my lecherous vampire will i fight will i surrender? night after night until i have no more that he wants i will be his until i bleed dry and die. 040128 ... oldephebe to be corrupted and deflowered and set free, staring deeply into darkness' eyes and feel the sharp edge of a knife knowingly knitting it's fear in you and at the same time as your clutch your soul in horror you simultaneously feel as if you've reached, damn that - surpassed the summit of your erotic ambition..so the instantiation of the vampire as corruption of history blah blah who among us could uphold the ideal of human purity (is THAT ever a non-sequitor) in the face of a charisma that exceeds our imagination..the realm of romance, power, malevolence.."oh dark sire of all my passion" we seem to want to breathlessly say, and yet the bounderies between good and evil (oh such prosaic notions child! oh but i did not know - come clear away my darkness)ahem..the bounderies between them bleed profusely the balconly of our rectitude and rational authority breaks away far too easily - officiousness and the whole governing rubric that kept us safely strapped in to this servility.. gets SERVED - I mean but at this juncture do we definately desert or irretrievably abandon our humanity when we yield our necks to this erotically charged transmutation?...from the first momentwhen those immaculate instruments of his/her teeth graze unbearably upon our jugular the moment becomes framed in fire - So are we just inaugerating another phase our inate and inextricably diachotamous and essentially fallen nature? So when we receive this illicit bliss bearing the imprimature of a so called Dark Divinity we are bathed in the splendor, the scorching splendor of It's Marrow and Meaning, in eternal fidelity to the shadow branded into template writhing flesh. ... So okay I got carried away again. Still loved what you guys wrote though. 040128 ... iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl superior vocabulary just isnt fair lol. i should probably have posted mine under 'vampire', but i put it under meat for some unknown reason. i like what you said oldphebe, i didnt inderstand some of the words but i liked it anyway. 040129 ... oE oh yeah..i really gotta learn to whittle down the verbiage..i don't know if it's superior or anything..hemingway, dickens, james baldwin and others wrote some of the most sublime prose and yet never used overwrought or acedemic language...so..thanx..and i got leagues to go..i'm workin' on it though.. yeah your words did inspire me... 040129 ... eatpaper ooh so delicious. cooked juices and cooked smells, im hungry. 040129 ... misstree meat meat, it's all just meat, it's games and tricks and illusions and yes, it is falling but it is ascension, there are so many pretty dancing visions up here, you can yell and hear it echo forever... meat is the basal, the vehicle, this side of what we share together... it is the unephemeral, the definable, the tool. it is reminder of End. it is delicious. 040131 ... crOwl type o blood type requires the protein from meat. 040131 ... lotuseater people are made of food 040131 ... eatpaper dig in 040131 ... iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl blather red is meat coloured. it's kinda sick. it has words on it like small parasites, feeding at it, making it worse. maybe thats a bad comparison. 040209 ... misstree meat is a rawer, richer, meaner red. it glistens, it growls and snaps and gleams. there is nothing subtle about its pulse. there is nothing muted about its edge. blather_red is the color of hot breath and the insides of eyelids. it sparkles with the places that rub, that startle and shimmer. it is the color of black cherries on the tongue, hints of blossoms barely felt. this red is velvet, these words are fingertips dancing across it. 040209 ... oE i like mine with a side of horseradish 040304 what's it to you? who go blather from