without

missed me
bits of me
losing the key
to this barrel
answering fail

but happy now
blade
carving out stupid fucking hells

and that fruit
i just fucked

grew

stay
for the escape
together
we'll finish
and
lose
and lose

it's

nothing
nothing?
really
..
..
so you like it?
it's okay
k?
..
just remember in and out
sure
right?
but this one is really old
really
really really?
..
i think i might break him
is that bad?
could be
wear gloves.. rubber ones
fetish it up or something
..
..
k?
it's okay
really?
nothing.. it's
nothing

enough.. enough?

looking at plastic*
with no
place
to go

failing both sides^
i forget to let you know

am i the worse side?

was i your best side?

*cough*
did we
fuck
enough?

*how to destroy a relationship in 5 drawn out months
^to be fair i don't get either of you

lift

looking at concrete
being horny
with no where to put it
think it
globulate it

so piss filled cans
jumbled jets
and failure

i stink of these

barrier down

lost guess
when i get off
if i get off
with this ticket fail
i promise to love you
for ever
and ever
until this barrier lifts
.get off

past

for us
X

slower but faster

it was supposed to be a romantic thing
.. well it was supposed to be
anniversary
up against the carpark wall he was fucking me
didn't bother with the clit
straight for 'the chocolate star'
soo fucking romantic

there was a gap in the wall
seeing over to the west side
i bled

such pretty houses with lawns and staff
swimming pools with..
.. let me see.. let me see

just as my face hit the tarmac
for another tired variation
then
then i registered
the blonde being shot into the pool by two tracksuits
i feel soo fucking romantic

play coming soon..

Mister's Murderous Adventures in Paris
-------------------------------------------------------------

I

m: what?
r: all i'm saying is.. if it happens again
there will be blood

monsieur 'clunk' monsieur 'clink'

FFS

m grabs ig's still bowed head
smashing it to table
kronenberg and espresso clash as
r runs blade across gulping trachea

collective tabled horror as
m & r move into position
m threads ig onto his hardon
r slides into the still gushing wound

i.. ordered..
the k.. uggh..
he.. ordered..
the.. uggh.. essssssssssss

panic crinks through the seated as
ig shakes to m's rush
r follows to the convulsions
m drops a tip

we done?
yeah.. let's get some freedom

~~

II

r flicks another thousand dollar fine
into the road
m's eyes roll then follow a twink
to the corner

italian?
yeah

they do
not as good as the other night
but dessert is 3 exhausted
from an all night drive

hiro declines the nearby bar
elvis jr and john boy are curious
the place is a demolition site so
they take to darkened stairs and pair

r is thinking 'The Exorcist' stairs
as he rams his cock down elvis's throat
m thinks of unsent postcards and how easy
the welts are forming on jb's arse

jb squeals at the vision of
his boyfriends head colliding
against the rough
walls to r's oblivion

m staples jb over.. mushing his face
into jr's semen drenched pubes
as a cooling crimson pool
pushes it's way through stairway debris

swift switchblade to the throat and
just before his knees give way
m hurls jb down the stairs
his load following its arc

~~

III

r dances on pont neuf ledge
malt in hand
m helps a disorientated tourist
off its edge.. .. ..splash

they slide down the stairs towards the seine
and a hooded gang
you want this.. you want a drink?
r flops out a semi

m his luger.. to shepherd
hood1 protests but kneels
before sweaty crotch
hood2,3,4 are against the wall

m has the 3 undo and drop
r spits into bobbing hair
before slitting its throat to watch
a jissom/blood mix make for the atlantic

m patrols 3 sucking each other
a triangle of tears hit gravel as
barrel sparodically goes up each arse..
shot rings out.. whoops.. two for one

r finds flex and hood2 is bound to a tree
m inserts a sharpend branch
through cunt to exit breast
lighter fluid clothing and a few books

encourage a blaze as r kicks at naked torso
m slices off a portion of back
and throws it into the fire
may get hungry later

~~

IV

to the Catacombs!

deep in and with a stroke to
hello kittys arse
her plastic self
sits glowing in socket (to video record)

m: huh!
r: looks around

somewhere there are moans

a swift investigation
behind piles of bones
reveals a couple at it
raising dust.

femur hits cranium
and then again
and again until brain ooze
splatters cunts face

m gets to work on cocks arse
punching buttock till
he plunges deep
pushing wilting cock further into cunt

r after snipping cunts septum
with femur remains
sits on blood slippery breast
fucking the fresh orifice

glug glug glug
tue-moi..
s'il..
vous..
plai.. glug

m explodes into cock
tit cums through the pain
of penile cranal intrusion..
now for the grand

r takes m's place
sliding into jissom loaded hole
m vomits onto tits face to scratch
absent cyphers within the slick

r sucks at cocks wound
as he jolts against the stiffening rectum
m slides femur through slick
and proceeds to pluck out eyes

kitty has a new home.

there is nothing
like an oriental eye
opening

hereditry of genius
and my lust

blink brown
a focus on conquer

blink browner
conquered

job

soo much red last night
my arse is shitting
green acid riverlettes

i need boiled potatoes
and cheese

i have a 3:15
that wants it
chunky

sitting on bed edge. strict crimson blanket.. hospital corners. the man faces a nightstand which spills the only internal light through emerald glass.

topless, barefoot and emitting mutterings which come to the listener through phasings.. “two point hate.. two point hate”

muscles of his arm flex as he concentrates on situating the matchsticks.. red tips up.. lined like a miniature rampart. furrowed brow of concentration wreaks his face as each is placed.. pinpoint.. then.. relax.

he reaches again then again from the pocket of his fatigues. never slipping he successfully completes the whole pack but for the last..

cracked uneven base. after studying the error for a few seconds he abruptly thrusts it into his mouth and bites down once.. then swallows.

this is the first silence from the mans mutterings.

from the close-up of mouth and gulping throat a camera pulls out to expose more of the bedroom.
barely more.. barely furnished.. there are newspapers stacked waist high along the wall behind the man and in parallel to the bed.
opposite where the man sits is a kitchen chair.

camera stops moving out. seventy silent seconds elapse.. until..
“25” is barked and immediate movement over to the only chair.
now sitting to face the bed.

slats of light from the mute window rise out the shadows of his shoulder blades and spine.

the mutterings resume.. “free point too.. free point too”.

the mans gaze and sounds are warped flat and coming from ‘below’ [suggest using some surround sound trickery e.g. only using the woofer]. 'eyes' flicker the room until finally settling on the gap between the mattress and its base. a section of the otherwise tightly tucked in blanket has spilled out. his ‘eyes’ zoom in until the frame makes the spill represent a mouth.

dropping on knees.. to crawl all fours to view the ‘mouth’ he briefly stops as if studying or remembering something.. meditation over, he forces his head into the darkness.
and continues in.
drilling his frame between the gap until light appears from the other-side. he exits in a flop to the floor before standing to re-adjust the bed.

mid-shot follows as he gathers stacks of newspapers and places them carefully in organised piles on the blanket. he returns to the opening.. drops and proceeds to wriggle through the space once more. this time when he exits he is sweating as he tidies the bed and paper piles, he then adds more.

returning to the wound he proceeds again. slower. on exit he tidies and returns.. now with more stacks. and again. and again. with stacks built higher and more ungainly.. and then again.

each time slower each time making sure the blanket was tidied and the piles of papers made uniform. again and again until finally the mole like undulation under the mattress stops midway and after some sporadic thrashing the last silence.