I don't care if I get destroyed... I don't care! I've made a horrible horrible mess f shit... O God!..I only want her happiness.. She is so important to the world... this is not a joke... I've never been more serious in my life... I am a fuck-up an asshole... I don't deserve this beautiful being... She has allowed my poetry and play and prose t b seen by all! She IS THE MUSE OF THIS WORLD! and I've disrespect;d her... its not funny its not... I want Britney Spears My Muse to have the best life ever... she is a great mama too tho I've never physically met her in this day and age she is a beautiful fantastic Artist, and I am truly a fucked up asshole.. she is so intelligent aware fair in her judgement but she made a mistake allowing this (moi) tortured hateful black metal type poet who has a crummy sense of humour to be read on the internet! Britney believes in artistic freedom! and so she allowed me to post my rants and raves... I TRULYdo love her , but she is wayway out of my league... go see her in vegas! Buy her music! it is the best! we are all lucky very lucky to have her and her Art (it is! )... someday whoever wins her heart... you better take good care of her... love her..(not like moi!)...MS. bRITNEY sPEARS PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND LAUGH AT ME not with me! I am letting you go! (AND B SURE TO WATCH CROSSROADS AND BUY A NEW COPY AND WATCH IT AND SHOW IT TO YOUR KIDS...ITS A GREAT GREAT MOVIE!)

AH TO B ALIVE! to live! HERE NOW IN THIS BEAUTIFUL MOMENT ON EARTH IS THE ONLY TRUE PLACE WHERE YE SHALT XPRESS & EXPERIENCE the truest love! ONLY HERE NOW!.. there is nowhere else... all else artiface! artifice! FORt IMMORTALITY BEAUTY TRUTH LOVE ONLY SURVIVES... HERE... ON EARTH... WHERE U R NOW! Blieve blieve blieve... & ye shalt b xaltd! pain suffering is false... the false christ! I AMM THE MONSIGNORE JONES!

LOVERS ENEMIES FALSE FRIENDS PURSUE!
AWASH W/CONTENTMENT!
whence stress'd by imaginary diffidence...(DIFFICULTY),
THE MOMENT ARRIVES!
moments arrive...
for release..., hence!

I 'Mm  your POSEUR...  JOKE... faits+divers,

Stagnancy appears (Occurrences)
thee, remarkable variation

I DAVID MORTON JONES,
invalid of modesty---
suitor.... thy immodest!

The Monsignore Jones
Z.A..NKS EMPLOY MOI(s)...david morton jones---completely totally unemployabe in side thee.

Not Missing...yet here of course, w/u...

Thou, Canon Jones hast b realeast, undetach'd, returnth to HAREM!
DeActivation... full t' readiness...
Canon Virility
takes t' dancers, streetwalkers. RICH LADIES hermaphrodites...

Canon Jones TAKin OVER The Monsignore Jones... I  calltto Alaska... no post allowd... Canon hast  tazor (tazer?) tazir tazsir  TASIR taSer TESTITUL IMPLANT...  get  treatment when C atempt... postin .... he don like writin etc nope... he just a fuc machin ... i  remote bitch... THE FLUKE

VOGUE OF VIRILITY! NOT THE FLUKE, B

REFINEMENT IN ESSENCE

WHOM... WHOM ART THEE...? cretin. imbicile. Ye .... MONSTER.... YE WHOM OBLITTERATES ALL FREEDOM & TASTE? HAHA... SPELLING GRAMMAR FORT CRETIN!
income your soul... i amm THE MONSIGNORE JONES... SHALT NEVER LEAVE THY SIDE! angelic Love! HEREIN LIES, THY GUTTER! Unbroken Icrawl fro m  broken grates, the sewer... I swear... never t'leave u... to... the fucking...  dogs!

Plagiar i za tion!
o fuck, did i spell you correctly?
my computer thinks not!

IMMACULATE
INCISION!

DENY DECISIONS!

Before any more
(additional)
PUBLICITy
ISSUES forth
its... patheticity,

I shalt cut my lover you---
DOCILITY--- I
SLICE u INTO EQUILIBRIUM,
the vertigo of dizziness...

savour the quality
                                   of moment! Forget
about moments!

leave yourself to the
dogs! Not wolves nor sharks---
dogs!

eXPOSITORY

the last few posts boorish and stupid...and too dang long... I'm dave jones... not The Monsignore Jones....I dont care about policies and rules,even  my own... so i deleted the last The Monsignore Jones rants to empty drafts... i'm done... He's definitely done;The Monsignore Jones, isburned...out.... needS to end his whateverwhen it justcontinues to get worse...Britney deserves only the best... not a boor, dude, NOT A BOOR

Yeah, dude,  dragged him out of his cute nice cab and kicked the shit out of him for telling the---The Truth...  that "they" werebitch slug pig pimp hustler whoremonger... cretins, critics, The Literati.. translation to hell... and then whence stole his cabran away cause it would b bad for  reputations... ThANKS bolano FOR TMI... YOUOVERPRAISED DEAD BOY... you got me goin, man, u ave, and when that happens--- welll i love u... i kno i kno this is all anti-climatic...fuck

anti-climatic... when things get a little scary,
wonderful things... happen. (shit, hows that for anodyne)

Things will get better,
with new gods to watch over us... (plagiarized from Just A sigh, the movie,  misquotes--- cut-up? )cant say)...
Did u kno, Do U care---

that when Attemptin
Masturbation,
I fall asleep.... before getting hard?  hows this---

this , for awkward, travesty-poem.

TRAVESTY

yea, the literati, the critics with their the brownnosers no/sing poets and novelists and play-rights (did i forget anyone?),
the little girls understand---
sellout crapband--- only pop tells you what you need to kno. MY 2666---
you mf, problem, deserved to die at (was it 50? oh "FU"--- I know nothin bout u, but did you drink drugout when u wrIte? no? yes? i'm sure your "lovers"/spouse/kid(s) will concede---- only arrrived on the point where the literati translators professor(s).... wop, span, brit... cunt & pricks... practically kick their pakistani cab driver to death... Liz, (o fuck a crack-up) "Medusa" watches/... genius... fucking genius... liberal nazis offend nobody... (is that your point?) Ive never drunk (detest drugs) when I wrote. never.  just fucking cant.

& not now.
& u never did, i kno. &

books that get published, suck. liz norton of2666, i doubt  i...  finish... reading it... rarely finish books, not a speed reader&
whilst writin... just fucking sucks.

WHAT YOU DONT READ, DEFINES YOU

spiritually emotionally, the whores deeply worship themselves; More deeply believe---
everything connected.
O Really?

We've singled ourselves out.
At least I have...
HA!

Nothing automatically
connected...
Chaos wins out,
most of the Time...

and you have... too.,
you know

When awkward pose
pain
brings us closer,
and dirty wings from
misuse unfold---
Its no use, Our cliches rusting (in the rain! hows that for a...);
As if we put ourselves on a pedestal... we're no different than The Despisd.
   
BUT WE DOnt,  DO THIS!
YOU MY PARAGON!

The Word Beautiful--- Accurate,  Nothing Shalt Replace It

Poetry... Inaccuracy.
Shadows arent their real length at any time of day.
Constellations mess during the night.
Celeste wants to correct, you; Turn your dreams into something beautiful...
Romantic melodrama, dreamy beginning, take you far... to her end (of no ones End!)
Celestjustia notes: Angel boss, she isnt dreary.
Celeste--- sShe... my... supervisor! ... somethings left better said, I tell her; Actions (Words).
Justine & I get everything; Every Word Right, This Time!
Justine dumb?!
talk talk of course this'll never happen.
"never say never if you dont want."
Speechless Justine knot dumb. Talk talk.

never say never if u dont want want Hari-Kari Immortality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hari-kari I'm youre knot cut out for what... its supposed t...the build up too much,
You setit up getit, then what?
The BuildUp Built Up even mor,
us not what... anything... like its... 'posd to... (marginal dialog)...
"O!"

talk talk (Music Machine playin)... Time machine Dating... fast forward to convenient store... Dating Reality ON overhead screen next  Keno/Bingo
 another Kid picks nose , bored;
WHAT SCREEN WHICH ONE HE SHE WATCHIN?
starts fucking with selfy  maybe pocket gamer I dont kno. not sure---
Pay for prepaid w/fraud card.
The clerk KNOWS... smirks?
Bogus id... get you busted dude... ssn alwasht up etc.
green card alien.
I'vde  so many persons, so many places, forgotten everything but this. BS.
Untrue.

... written True (or will come to pass).  The Novel isn't won't... not one word.
Dismissed!

ALL RIGHTS... OWNERSHIP... ONE INDIVIDUAL & ONE INDIVIDUAL ONLY... MS. BRITNEY SPEARS

She... Her Highness... enters The Chamber... overhears His soliloquy... "conceit and sarcasm, offset by  curious self-deprecation,  represent lack of confidence, fear of failure;  Therefore, One refuses any form of success,  whilst continually sabotaging the potential of achievement? aAHhem!"  her midevilWAR wagon(corpses for His Highness)--- thought-train--- flies elsewhere, cant follow the path he armours. (illustration in neo/"expressionast" fashion accompanies its preceding scene, illustration of the pop school). We,  orgyish and starving, note vagrancy straying in our hearts.

The slave freely gives,  herself,  to The Master; Whilst The Master, receiver of Blind Insolence, takes her freely--- his slave,  His Highness!

     Reading a book even once, ruins it.  Watching a movie twice surely ruins it.   Toys can hear a song , destroy it without even listening. You (o audience please).
     mirror hymns,   song sticks out one's tongue... unafraid.    Sees feal/touch smells smells hears hears taste... ties up  pathetic adultness--- sanity... my s vale...
      semi darkn'  daze, sippin sippin. Silly iness, evil, apprehensiveness enterin Being--- b'..aaaah sunlit darkness... somehow knows... remembers
 longing- happiness... what else ? musing...
     weaponry,  purse... residing--- plays (withelf)... angelical. seas.
What's aplan but one to... DID I FUCK UP EVERYTHING? 

      Blueprints for thieves:   beneath the floor.
       All lovers beautiful, outtakes dissipate.

pictures (lustrous), go,bout youre business... U, leaves the unlit, enters enters enters... brightness, sidewalks, brightness, bldgs. ...  late, long shadows short shadows is it early... late? calendar pages fli,,, somewher
     more pictures... lets... finish up.... eventual...

 for you... feel  create you & U,I. Realitly, your name escapes me... at this point. Yet I know it... This Game! Your face,  I know, just not your body nor what's... inside the...

     the toon, plays inside heads...  sure never heard it outside her... head.  SHit continues over and over... repeating... I'm given words--- (In Fact, actually)--- appear in her mind... don't rhyme as in most songs (everyone likes!).

     Shakes Her Head... makes a tiny (big) grouch, nose lips, & eyes. Puts in earbuds, plays something she hates. Ther, that's better! & The next piece kicks it, way hard & heavy... AWESOME... took it all in in her body's tzar fucked car, downloaded. yeah she's- fairy & what guy won't ever get her LOVE, no no not sick creeps...  mangy

Return of Maldoror (no little girls to B )... by David Jones

David Jones here... The Monsigore Jones is crazy... I only screw pussy!

DAVID JONES dave jones whoever  he's doing it again! where is that prick!(mine, MY BIG DICK, THE MONSIGNORE JONES, is bigger... Britney, ignore David Jones! His cock is... up my ass! )

Quill to Parchment... an erotic sensual affair... IT IS NO FUCKING GOOD! you have stolen me in all aspects! I can express no more spiritual lust desire devotion! I M ust Have You! Now! Physical BS. My cock crys!
    Enouph Philosophie!
    Enoug Romantic Platitudes!
 Enough!

I AM A MAN!
There can B no other way but physical earthly sex in the flesh!
I want you need you IN THE FLESH and nowhere else!
Britney Spears,
Can you live without ME, The Monsignore Jones?
there may B imitators, but only I shalt suffice!
David Jones is here with me also, but I am not allowing him to write any more tripe!

Make YOURSELF B KNOWN!
MAKE YOURSELF B SHOWN TO ME WITH YOUR EARTHLY SEXUAL PHYSICAL TOUCH, CARRESS! B CARELESS! CAREFREE! IRRESPONSIBLE! FECKLACE! AH... WE SHALT RUN AWAY TOGETHER FROM THE PRISONS OF OUR DEMISE!

CAN YOU LIVE WITHOUT ME? CHARTERHOUSE OF JONES, The Monsignore Jones!

BeautyTruth TruthBeauty, For Nothing Else Is Real

Only a True Female (you, Britney)... born into this world (FOR ME)... may do this... to True Man (I), erupted into  Hell of Paradise--- muscles tense, This Man overwhelmed by  Your Feminine Love Wave ... WAVE AFTER WAVE... THERE CAN B NO SUBSTITUTE...  for comedy seek elsewhere... We are Here In Truth- Beauty! I COMMAND THEE IN OUR ALCHEMICAL DESIGN OF... Victorious Desire!

BACCHANALIA.

Religion. Is This An Addiction?

There's isn't a sometimes (some times) around. There's knot any question, questions, ok? Big britney, little Britney, try to ignore her now! "Purportedly"... The Monsignore Jones is a fucking freak (and we KNOW it!)

Have you been here for me these many years, centuries... aeons?  Subtle at times. Understated. below the surface,,,sometimes very deep hidden in the recess of my creativity...I never suspected... you! Ah, BS life living is so very... SEXUAL

Love breaks down the most... I've lost my notebook... I've lost My Art... I've lost my mind... is this just an invention? Am I a "put-on"? Are you that so terribly jaded?  Then Why, bother, reading this?

I'M SMOTHERED!

the days confused... yesterday was today... today I'm in Britney... totally... yesterday Britney came over and played... the day before? V, smothered in warmth wetness... banal, i love it

I didn't write yesterday, xcept to BS greek ... o ....clean'd my room... had no place to sleep... the yo wouldn't unfold all the way... too much trash on the floor... now I cant find those special  porn wrestliung tapes vintage bottle of jack is daily bottle of jack is (to the store today

We all have addictions... mine alcohol... yours cocaine... someone else gambling...WHATEVER HAPPENED TO SEX? 
    I remember... you.

iVE NO IDEA WHAT'S NEXT (...I'M INSANE...I WAKE UP AND START AGAIN

everything written here & elsewhere is totally completely spontaneous... occasionally, I'll run a spell check or try to get grammar right--- but alot of times that just turns it into fake lit (This is a Reality Novel after all)... i have on occasion, stolen passages from my notebook (I only have one, and some stuff I scribbled across manga pages)... truthfully there is no plagiarization (why is this? red?) of witch I'm aware of, unless I give credit somehow to the "author" (authors don't exist, they really don't)... all published literature is fake and lies... What I'm writing is not? (knot?)... IT IS NOT, IT IS MY SOUL THAT I AM EXPOSING. this is much better than porn & i don't give a fuck

THE MONSIGNORE JONES JUST TOOK DAVID JONES AND SODOMIZED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!

i BLIEVE ITS " whom" somewhere in there... fuck it

WHEN ONE NEEDS SOMETHING SOMEONE BEYOND ANYTHING, TAKE IT--- THEIR HEART, SOUL & MIND... you needn't physically leave your lair... but who has who?  Doesn't matter.

But Britney, this is really all for you. ToWhom... am I kidding?

I get drunk (on the shit I write), so I can talk to assholes---Myself!

BRITNEY I APOLOGIZE! THE MONSIGNORE JONES DID IT! NOT ME, DAVID JONES, THE POET! SOMETIMES HE IS JUST TOO TOO MUCH! He just left, going back to the convent...Britney ... My Muse!...Please Forgive!

the colour of thy eyes discovered, looking deep into them, look into mine, u r mine! I YOURS!

SINCE THIS B... PAssING ETERNAL...I MAY DO AS I WISH TO YE ETERNITY! fuck everybody! FUCK ANYONE! fuck anything! FUCK OFF! If It all comes undone, NOTHING NOTHING i create SHALT CEASE. The Monsignore Jones! Posterity? bah! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh MY MUSE HAST released moi; nOW, I've her--- Sow--- for my own pleasIrous INQUISITION!

CUNNILINGUS! (cunninglingus... etc.)... i amm incontrol, imbibe thy elixir!

I AMM YOUR GOD! I CREATED YOU! I CREATED MYSELF!

unleashd

CEREMONY

The colour of thy eyes shalt ne'er B known!

She has been taken apart. Strewn to unknown places... numinous laces. I'm unhooked unhinged another... The Muse is gone. My words disappear...soon this device on which I attempt to allow myself be known will... ah temptation, new order 87

BS...

I'm not here to Instruct You. I'm here to break you down.

EVERY TIME I "PUBLISH" HERE, I LOVE YOU AGAIN... IKNOW IKNOW, TOUs CANT GET ENOUGH!

I am not allowed to copyright... I am only allowed'd to Plagiarize! For this I am blesst & Thankful!

For my intrepid idioms of a new found blasphemy, for my sarcastic flowers of idiocy--- for a new found conceit oops power outage

With trembling eyes, tears hold back desperation!

disrepair... torn... dispirit'd,
constrains imposture,
unrestrain'd enthralldom,
Worshipful Love
bears pardon unto Sins
which unknot;
Cast Hearts!
I've My Britney!
I've my BRITNEY!

and she can have I any time,
she has I!
I... thrown to the Storm, into her Sea!

from my private chamber notes ...The Priviledge To Write For Another... Pornography, Boorish. LoveHate, the only Reality T' xpound... I bare my soul to U, who might care. Privacy always In Need of Xposure. To have SEX withthou thru ART, True Love Fucking. To B stripped naked makes U my Love my Hate... MY CHERISH'd! There wilt B plenty of spacetime for...?! We are not even in the foreplay stage, yet. Even this foreplay takes Time;  Our Art Eternity; B Yourself (is there any other Way? No<>). True, I am untrustworthy, but  am guarded supervised watched by angels. You are safe with me... laugh, but TRUE(Reality). Whatever your Icon status or lost status, no difference, YOU'LL ALWAYS b U to I...  star fucking's for cunts and that's one thing David Jones isn't!

The g spot is an important place t B.

Is It Not True There Is A god?
Is It True There Is A god?
"Yes" Nerval answers enthusiastically!
"Yes!"

Numinous necropolis,
Verdure wayfarer,
Is It...

Often I choose words I enjoy reading... look up their meanings even if I already know them;  Then, they become even more important to me. Children. Part of a family.
     I also like copying down certain passages from books. Lovers... they become part of me when I use them as I want in both poetry and prose.
     mY BEST aRT though,  are my own (comments & responses) in the margins of used books.    Bsides in these used spaces, are comments & responses not written by me---   cherished--- valentines to a soul... some times Angry, Some times illuminativ, often Surprised! some times encouraged, some times delightful... erotic.

ARTISTS FEED ARTISTS, HENCE THE FAVOUR RETURNED!

My name is David Jones!
I want to cop out!
I want to leave B stranded, befuddled, nonplussed.
My Angel of Angels un- allow,s such caddish behavior!
I must reclaim my enemy, Myself!

I cast distractions aside.
Filthy playthings!
I am not writing this!
Some one else is!
I am David Jones!
some one else is, Some One Else!

I don't want any followers. I don't want any fans. I'm not cool. Fuck off circles.
Electricity!
Poetry!
B!
I plead...
DO NOT UNCAST YOUR SPELL!
I'm lost in the wilderness, in your wildness,
Your Wild Beauty Rapes me!

tired of the fucking sky,
blame moi on demise,
time singles shit out.
if u want boodbaths, porn & magick...gore...
you are a flake,...
a cunt...
go somewhere else!
I AM THE CRITIC!
I AM THE CRITIC!

I,  a wolf!
I humbly apologize for all the inconvenience I provided you!

You've brought me,
lead me, here,B!
Helpless, I've lain myself to your charm;
MY SIN, Degradation!

The Night (cruel),
The Day (more so),
Your Feminine Power transects my lowly Being!
I merely A Man.

Your innocent... corruption... descends!
     Descends... with, in all propensity & pretension!

The Muse!
My Muse! an unrequited love,,, thence The Muse shalt continue forever.
No One May Ever Kill... This.

TO DROP ONE'S GUISE, EXPRESSES DEVOTION!

 FALLACIOUSLY the MONSIGNORE JONES IS NO MORE. HIS BODY, BELONGINGS LOST! I AM DAVID JONES!

 CAPTORS FORCE ME TO EXPRESS MYSELF TRUTHFULLY, UNEXPURGATED! O, this...THIS EXCRUCIATING PUNISHMENT! The "Creative Confession" ruse unavailable to molest!

VOYEUR TO... AMATEURS, hapless vaginas...melodramas... their art overwrought...I sink sink sink in an implication of torture---   desiring whoever watches (i.e.  devious angels)and B in her ignominy of happiness display'd. Here the voyeurs display themselves, busily pleasure themselves--- labia blush!

Quivers arrest my soul, her soul, our soul! Quivering bandits, voyeurs of themselves!

Women like to make themselves attractive, beautiful thru fashion, make-up, photography, videos, cosmetic surgery andthe like.
     I only desire to redesign her soul, a soul I love deeply... exactly the way it is....presently. Well, She presented it to me! I am guilty, I admit... but the temptation is too great! I enjoy Enslaving Beauty! And making this into something else for my own enjoyment (and edification)! For this, my punishment is severe. I shouldn't B communicating this... THIS! I am being pulled back, I may be gone a long time... my time away from you hast just been increased...and again (just now)...for I am to B blocked from you eternally...

BLACKOUT (extended version)

Celjustia angered by an insistence on crudity! Mortification, Mr. Jones for disobedience and dissolution... thy beautiful charge ( who thankfully, not gamine!) hast left thee:\ ye shalt adhere to  Strict Purpose NOW

The skanky gamine dispensed  by handlers... she's  disease... used for infection nothing more... no worries... never allow'd to enter her (e) as you attend  me, I shalt attend  you!

Where is The Monsignore Jones? Well, you killed him off... not too long ago. Yet O, How You Enliven... me!

Under my command, your Arch-enemy BANGS IN THE RUINS, HITS EVERY DERELICT WITH HER V. You can not go for possible seconds... I won't allow you... You are with me, B... I AM DAVE JONES!

I DEMEAN YOU.   MY FEET... that right....LICK OFF THE CRUMBS ( they yours)... LICK... careful, ticklish

if somebody wants to B killed...U doit (take off your panties, next time don't wear any)

DECAY IS FOR PRIMITIVES, & NOT US!

OF TEMPESTUOUS LUST!

The garden cries in arid shame!

THE PAIN & SUFFERING I BEQUEaTH YOU, DAVE JONES, the monsignore jones, canon jones, ravage-gorr, celeste, justine et al.... I shalt make ye more than merely enticing... though now ye r an adonis & einstein & shakespeare oblitteratin V nightly... she will B YOUR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVE AS YOU MINE whence I'm done with this TOTAL FUCKING tragedy!

You've avoided your duty (to me) for too long... you've attempted to humiliate yourself (and me) all  your life... here.  Amusement! Now Amusement Ceases... We Have So Much Time To Fuck, Really Fuck! When we are done, you will know what fuck means & B dismissed! (No Love, You Will NEVER EVER B Dismissed...)

You Shall Live On This Earth Til This Completes... itself!

My Love!

I must instruct you, my love! I Instruct You.

Because I write nothing on my own behalf (I'm held captive)...   view as an illegal draft which I denounce! Celjustia exhorts her select (&secret) enclave to disseminate  intimacies to all universes, dimensions... her agenda unclear... I'm in love with all and everything written here, please understand my predicament!

Celjustia By Plagiarization...

Anti-Bsurdist...Return inside, awaken! Celjustia blinks her eyes, hazel, into tears, soothing memory.

Dream... Hope,,,Crash... Despair...happiness

     The brilliant light blinded her when she stepped outside. She wasn't wasted.
She wished she was. Well, in fact, she was very much so...wanted wanted more of what she'd just had... but... O what was that? She couldn't remember. Dreams.

censOr

What does The Monsignore Jones have planned this time?  Poetry? Yes! will it be puking great?...Ravage-gorr really wants to get back to Celeste, but  knows she's gonna haunt him, avoid him forever... unrequited love (cliche)...  keep it romantic(real)

is Justine gamine? Not at all. She's too tall 5'8'' 5'9" . model thin (skank) "Tragic" (cliche) not cute.   Sexual to the point of frigidity, tho well used (involuntarily, voluntarily)... thin pale soul with "dark depths for eyes" (cliche), long black hair(sometimes bangs... sometimes parted in the middle... sometimes comb'd to the side covering her eye (right? or left?... the side of her face whense 1/2 hidden changes invariably ... basically her hair style,  always Bcomes different when she sleeps the morning. Justine is very Reality. Like reality, this is just a working desciption... oh yeah, she isn't ... deaf dumb mute (cliche) , but has learned to play the game pretty well. Unnecessary non sequitur: cute chix tend t b chubby short  pretty face laugh a lot, whilst they're not gamine. i hope I'm  sexist, I hope i don't disappoint u...  The Literati are buzzed , getting lap dances, hate my shit... nice.

THE LITERATI APPLAUD HEAD TO THE NEAREST  24 HOUR ALL NUDE STRIP CLUB WITH A HALF PINT HIDDEN IN THEIR TWEED

Then Celeste lets rAVAGE-GORR BANG HER ASS. he cums ridiculously.  She hurts, but its real...orgasms... She runns to the bathroom, wipes cleans a c autiously ferociously, then turns on the bath water once more.The Monsignore Jones drops down a rope ladder, Ravage-gorr gets the Hell outta there, "Fix your Roof," he yells back as he climbs... back up to THE MONSIGNORE JONES... Ravage-gorr really wants to LOVE HER pussy deep deep with his sword cock rod etc & real, NO PROTECTION... maybe next time. "get a move on," shouts The Monsignore Jones, the whole neighborhood wook up!" " &We got some more business Bfore Dawn!"

once bitten twice recalling... shy... there's notes on the toilet paper at Camp Snoopy... she was hot and wet and you got it and went to the nurse... sunburn kept you bedridden for a week at St. Georges Infirmary... payback for stealing her boyfriend's surfboard...the ocean the sand the chicks Newport Rhode Island... preparing for fulltime boarding school 7th grade summer...stealing playboy zines at the liquor store in the ville... jacking off... never studying...get caught by enemy jacking off... ha ha... he shouts for everyone ha ha l...you kicked that shit's ass once...he beat u up this time... man your jock (strap) rash is still with you too much masturbating without using a sock...Today\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ you'll STILL eat any Femmes pussy and love it...your only salvation! & your dick gets harder than a MF... penetration! SHE LOVES YOU. NO PROTECTION. but Celeste won't let you go there, all the way,,,eating out..carefully dont break her veil

CELESTE BEGINS SHARPENING HER FANGS WITH HER POWERFUL MIND

I feelL STRANGLED...Satyricon--- Nemesis Divina

"dude r u a cosplayer... wha manga?" Ravage-gorr asks The Monsignore Jones. The tonearm screeches across the record. Ravage-gorr gets a shove, the roof breaks open, & he falls onto the bed of Celeste. She stares at him from her kneeling petition unstartled... he seems in pain, despite the expensive mattress... ouch

In the Interzone, time shifts, but you never know the difference

Upon roof, peering into slit --- rodents 've scratched & gnawed,  Ravage-gorr w/ Father Confession... The Monsignore Jones... view Celeste. She's saying her prayers, a rosary! Ravage-gorr Blieved she was atheistic, least gnostic! NO WAY! She appears saintly angelic in her white nightgown!
     INVULNERABLE! YOU CANT HAVE HER, BOY! nevertheless, THE Monsignore Jones is a Master Genius OV Corruption,  knows the path to her conscience, heart, soul, MIND!
     Darkthrone plays softly from a portable turntable The Monsignore Jones hast within an array of weaponry. Trans Hunger.

THE MONSIGNORE JONES HAST ARRIVED... dave jones is reality

NEVER NEVER LAND JEESH RAVAGE-GORR STRETCHES YAWNS  GETS OFF THE FLOOR  TAKES A PISS ON SOME BUGS LIES DOWN HE'S OUT

the cowboy gun her ol daddy gave her bfore her parents split to chase the world, she was careful, never stuck the barrel up her V, just used the butt to rub her button

I'm a recluse, never got to actually meet eric disorder, he could've been longhaired bearded biker in his 20's 30s (?)  husky dude looked like a bouncer  from his cheap copymachine cassette covers... Ravage-gorr interzone time whilst Celeste still pleasuring herself back at the mansion.

i wrote all the noise shitcore I've been listening to all my life... well that is false... i  didn't startgetting into noise shitcore until  B took off (damn! not her clothes well at least not all of them)...but I had no idea what she sounded like until eric disorder sent me a tape of him singing over her, drunk on his ass. I knew kind of how she looked. Superbowl she called Steve tyler aerosmith gross (old guy) that was very cool and i remember in this torn up criminal office where i was a pirate, this perv ol redfaced guy (not me) who always wanted to fight had pictures of young B all over his cubicle wall in the back. He always had a camera. I'm not into cameras at all by the way as if you haven't noticed, but I'm not an exactly ogre (though i'D LIKE TO B). aNYWAY, THAT PERV AROUND LUNCHTIME WOULD GO OUT AROUND NOON TO PHOTOGRAPH SCHOOLGIRLS, AND WE'D LAUGH CRAZY when he returned AND THEN HE'D WANT TO FIGHT. I listened to a lot of deicide back then. BRITNEY THAT PEPSI COMMERCIAL SO AWESOME! (and i like coke (cola) not pepsi). as a thankyou, i sent eric some fancy porn mag for xmas mostly straight (like me) but it had a few shemales inside that were pretty hot. B is no shemale though, that's for fucking sure.

eric disorder loud and clear... jolts us  to the interzone 2004(3? 2? 1? 000...emails are the Bsides cult) earwigs spokane bca... I did not know one britney song but  knew all about her cult status

all the  noise shitcore i've loved, been listening to all my life...insomnia earwigs spokane bca satin's god, & so much more... NAKED INSECTS... played in his head, then britney began dancing... vegas(how cool like elvis) she's the best vocalist ever... we all knew that back in the day and she just keeps driving boys insane the oldr the better beautiful she's always been one of us Bsurdist is being written for Britney Spears

EVERYTHING'S A MESS! THIS MZING! I'M ELATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sex coming right up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and double entry,  penetration O WOW RIMBAUD YOU ARE TOTALLY TOTALLY FORGOTTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (is this me, or does ravage-gorr read too much?)

He'd never been a thirteen year old chick, so why was brain getting too much information. the name Brian brian jones popped into his mind. The only song he liked by him was flowers... er dandelion. he became submerged... deeper... deeper into slumber, a rat played on his face.

she wondered what her V would be when she hit 23, it had to stay the same, like this, she was a very determined Woman

i don't just "like" it. i love it!

she liked her virginity. it felt real good. she'd read justine 13 times, and justine was her only real friend too

thye who're talkin writin bout sex all the time, that's all thedo is blab balb balb... the shy ones... horny! ravage-gorr cant figure him out... weird dude... me well yeah i'm virgin and sick! she thought, rubbing daydreaming

Celeste gathers up her mirth, moves off the bed, goes to shower. The water is... tepid. Dang! Nothing works around here! & Dang that boy! Squatting elsewhere, Ravage-gorr  falls back to sleep in condemnation, his parasitic creatures hiding... as well.

My comment's been ignored. Well, I really am sure of what's the problem here. Back to Rimbaud.

What? You're shaking your head like we're done? Unreal! Not impressed? Dang!

WE FUCK FOREVER. WE TAKE EACH OTHERS SOUL.

See I don't need a pill. I don't need a pill. Nor do I need a blow job to get it up for you.

have you ever seen i mean really seen your own pussy? I... ave. inside out

I DON'T WANT MY "space". I DON'T WANT MY "OWN TIME". I AM IN YOU ALL THE TIME. I KNOW YOU GET IT! ON THE FLOOR. open up.

in the morning, in the evening, afterhours, early hours, any hour every hour I know you're ready to FUCK anytime all the time...Reality

I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY. I DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID FAME. I DON'T WANT YOUR SONG. I WANT YOUR PUSSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET'S DON'T BE SO PERFECT! let's screw!

  Nothing's unreal. Nothing. Delusion, Your Only True Love, much more fucked than what you can give.  Delusion--- feelings, emotions--- your whore, she likes you.

Wrong! We must start over! A blanket isn't a sheet! A sheet cant B a blanket! Nor can realities be separate!  Gamut of emotions always exist at once! Do you wNT  my fever?  Soon we begin!

No wait he's in another place, in her dream, blanketed by a sheet of pests.  Maybe awake, maybe not. He's unsure.

This past, this tomorrow, this now! aGAIN she yawns, stretches!  Ravage-gorr awakes!

Celeste yawns, stretches.

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