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.

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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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