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all things now lie undone
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embryo - Epsi
angel of the dead soul scrapings - Mike Halchin
fat drops of head fogness - Zircus
pavement - ZiLLah
confession of a teenage boy - Kaia
when your lips are razors - Ben LaRosa
thai butt - David Haadler
lifted off the floor and back into bed - Mike Halchin
fall - Killarney
"dream the ringing voices
you promised me poems"
- nearly god
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>> embryo
Epsi
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a life is nothing
to us...
we can make all these
flesh blood nerves and
even a millionth of a cell
in our desk-top-drive...
these digitals
are our genitals
of a
cyber-generation.
the gestation
of the embryo
in this cyber-womb
results into
myriad "cybryonic" wings of
colour graphics
in the astro-turf "sky".
the lifeless models
are the hounds
in chasing the
market-wars.
the lust is the
spiky protien membrane
of those retro-viruses
called money.
reversing the gear of
civilization
we gulp ourselves
into the ozone holes.
that big bang is
to be
swallowed in
a 'big-wipe'.
but we rush in
making the sex of
"dollarful" orgasm
in this commercial junk.
The values and
the virtues of
the human stuff
are strewn
to the vultures.....
the social fibre is
punctured
and ruptured daily a lot .
in our playing
the games of life,
the killer-instinct
is not
just a ball
but is itself
a goal.
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>> angel of the dead soul scrapings
Mike Halchin
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The sound of leaking gas
nothing to smell
but inside my head it's raining
zyklon b and cyanide
Open my window to see the neighbors
making their living
by puking up urine 8 hrs. a day
into bedpans until unconscious or dead
or the treatment troops
come in brandishing cc's
Then they'd be engulfed in the amoeba-like iv
their insides drip away
down the gutter and
into the sky thru a manhole cover
at the next intersection as ultraviolet waves
where the sun is dragging
a 280-lb. carcass of unknown origin
in a green plastic garbage bag
across the two-mile expanse
ignoring the crests and troughs
or car-horns ingesting
the stuffing of his subconscious
"You haven't taken a shower in four days," she said
as green mist escapes from my mouth and nose
into the bathtub
coagulating into septic matter
flushing it down the drain
oh they're back in the sockets now
as i collapse onto the dirtworn porcelain
like a sack of vomit
Grab straight razor from shampoo ledge
taken to each wrist zip zip
then relax in floppiness
tongue deflates and farts an inch
down past my lips water still running
but the blood's starting to catch up
"Oh my God!" she said "You could've at least
taken your robe off first! Now how will those
stains ever come out?!"
"Yagferblt oh, hello fun... Just leave me
to my old-fashioned bloodletting
and I'll take care of the rest..."
"There are barbershops for that sort
of thing you know..."
I turn over and go to sleep
she slams the water off and harrumphs out
door still gaping in disbelief
while trying to look ambivalent and detached
Awakened two hours later
by drunken reveille off-key singing
of obscure seventies songs about to grab the
rifle from the linen closet when I look
through the blinds and see a six-foot tall fetus
walks by: "How'd you assholes like me
to give your mouths an abortion?"
She snarls as they piss themselves
beyond Alpha Centauri
A helicopter circles overhead
piloted by an 80-yr old man w/ insomnia
who proceeds to dump cow pies laced
with anthrax on the blotto sods
A couple more yahoos replete with drink
whistle at the fetus she clocks 'em both
w/ a reverse clothesline doesn't even need
to turn around to detonate her target
As society implodes a little further
I shuffle to the kitchen
to smash n grab a jelly donut
(diabetic or not)
and I fall down gurgling
"What did you have for breakfast today?
Oh, you're such a good little girl..."
The lights get brighter
in true operating-room fashion
masked faces my nerves filled with gas
their verbs and nouns surround me
but I showed them
I'm really back in the kitchen
lifting up the skirts of
the fluorescent lights
and making slurping sounds
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>> fat drops of head fogness
Zircus
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and at times i tend to,
after retrieving the key ingredients,
have difficulty breathing again,
like spooning concrete from,
but never fully inverting,
abbreviation,
each little curly que starts a new train of thought,
but things are never all that uncollected,
until the frothy-head windbag of an unexpected,
wakes from her
and within the first smallest primary,
things so sort of,
as she reverse ransacks my comfort,
my beautiful disorganization,
all destroyed as she,
with the big oh yeah,
tries to help,
only making things unpleasant to enjoy,
while with the ulterior at the back of,
meaning only that,
even when i explain,
if it didn't go there it wouldn't be there,
and if the drawer was it's place,
it would be in the drawer right now,
and so on,
but did anyone ever tell you that you are annoyingly,
like the backstroke a systematic type,
watch out for screaming post awaken anal,
retentive,
cleans and helps me,
only to,
walk with a lisp and,
limp when i talk due to,
the chaos she has introduced by,
only trying to help me have a more organized environment.
florence nightengale her hero, what a whore.
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>> pavement
ZiLLah
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Assembling lightly, pale shades of unearthly gray
light cascades winding through edge streets
a strange environment for life
swirls of tongues unspoken for centuriesshameful secrets
[ bring lively whispers
stored in trunks of drunken willow trees
you've been there on episodes of bloated love parodies
and colored the words to make them recognizable
just enough so you'd know you were the last to see
the walls, trapping you inside your chaotic world of self
[ discovery>peeking eyes
crowding streets like a cracker jack box
so full of gluttony and pity, laughing discreetly
( as if not to be noticed )
while watching you disintegrate in the ashen light of
[ morning
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>> confession of a teenage boy
Kaia
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I Need
to talk to
You, Father,
and i mean it.
heart to heart:
you're not my dad
can i be your sun?
we were born
but nine
months
apart
and
we die
everyday
for our sins
so carpe diem-
let's seize today
so! could you marry me?
er. no, it was only a joke
you see... but anyway,
let me rephrase:
I've Got
These--
...(desires).
Thank you kindly for smiling-
...what's this?! already,
really? did you know?
i know what i want;
i bet you know what I Want
You
My body
to Be
and blood belong
My
to you, (religious)
Whore.
it's time to sweep your inhibitions
outside the cold confessional door-
can i get you a drink, holy Father?
some holy tea, from some holy water?
can i wash your feet with holy water?
can i drown this fear in holy water?
can i love you - LOVE you - wholly
"The cuteness of your ass!"
Father, can i save your soul?
"the way you say your mass!"
i can touch your mind with sacred words.
"The way you sing those psalms; oh yes"
i can caress your palms with my fingers blessed.
"i know they can't take that away from me!"
i will fuck you on the altar as an offering to God.
i will free your mind from shackles, Father
do a laying-of-hands upon me
i will make you reach for heaven, brother,
as you never have before-
i will be your savior, lover
be my (religious) whore.
light a candle, sinner, so that
you can See the Hell You're In
hush your motherfu'Christian
worries, don't look back;
just lock the door.
i can guide you
to my promised land
if you'll only
Oh yes.
Be My
Oh God-
(religious)
Oh Lord!
Whore
now you're freer than
you've ever been before
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>> when your lips are razors
Ben LaRosa
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you're good for
biting the ends off cigars
but not smoking them.
food hits your tongue already chewed,
kissing is out of the quest,
arguments
you win
on looks alone.
it's a stupid handicap
these
razored lips
but not anymore than
fishhook fingers
or broomcock (don't ask)
and finally,
I never smile. I bit my tongue:
it's why
I write.
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>> thai butt
David Haadler
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was evtreme discretion. She me that ALL
myself upcoming attitude
honest quickly disliking breasts that
something to happen next.extremely
unnerving. I was an lead us maids outfit
hair. I was neatly trimmed
but would never shave completely. We just
my did not have any pubic to put our clothes
inside.
I was picked up the box and out I could not
help but notice Laurens The lights in
the auditorium go up slowly and you see that
it is a packed
house
the girls, to begin playing with your
of young, r eyes for a moment at the
pleasure. Then
he shows the girls how to you feel her t.
There must be 200-300 people sitting
there and you are
shown stimulation of your and caressing
them. He shows them
that pinching your nipples hard turns you on
and you feel the
fingers of the girls as p The black man
instructs toward the stage. Soon there are
several men and women
waiting for their tongue slide 'volunteers'
anus. The man breasts. The and bottom.
tentatively and ass continues
until you think you'll scream. You hear a
movement She begins
the the sensitive
your head to bag.
keeps a. The that will pinch you
two girls leave and a stroking pussy pull
meanwhile
young man takes their place let out a loud
You think for a moment that you should be
concerned begins sliding the long thin
enema
but you are
so hot that you don't care. The woman
between your legs
nipples. You close you exposed. how
running commentary wet you become when
he grasps your pussy lips and spreads
continues to play with your soaking
pussy. and first two, a pair chance see what
it is. One of the women is
moving a medical stand on which is hanging
a large red enema to touch them widely and
firmly
apart. He is attach helplessly
hin into clips nipple rough it all, the
disembodied Slowly she tongue air, she
faster she came fucked herself with hole, the
other her fingers and came. a dirty
magazine that one of her fingers with
warmth and
wetness.
hands went down, throwed
her.
Ling legs
it her she walked to her bed again she and
took to be seen. She opened her
legs in the idea her a razor from
She put on the
hool white shirt, None of tits her her pussy.
She a to shaked. labia, and wet again
storm building shave could see her.. She or
because the bed she went to sit down,
minutes, her her
belly and went on, then not to injure breath
heavy. She took trouble to and bra. As
gasped,
the pillow and, control put on her started
kneeded her and on, and on. she fell
between friends to her daddy's room have
a have voice out orgasm panties again. She
could feel the
dripping to her legs clitoris, feel the juices
blue skirt. She didn't her in the mirror and
After her fourth and walked her closet nds to
see herself the way her and her
continued afterwards imagining that it was
would. her room opened her I took see her
monday for herself, which screamed
her five, she wetted her pubic-hairs, used the
soap,
and started She screamed as she came,
exhausted sy. She wanted inside
hairless cunt. In some tongue on her was
clean-shaven. Not a single hair mirror them
ever
pillow, went to sit on her kne in front of hips
es, faced herself. slowly pulled upher skirt
until she could admire her
pussy Ling had had When she sat on had
She ha stood up sc"Ah!
clit..
voice in the sound
system moan. The black
man stops him come. A young couple now
approach.
She is instructed to lubricate your they The
double Several people, finger slide slowly
are already
moving you. exactly where your clitoris is
and you feel
his
to your left
and you turn
withdraws her finger and
nozzle into your bottom. body also being in
a room
There she said only along with
still naked. and
in silence for
rather abru do it. I stood and waited this "
would be provided
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>> lifted off the floor and back into bed
Mike Halchin
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The high rate of survival is nullified
as the raging mystery tears onward
through my flesh leaning over to cough
like i'd eject the virus at a neighbor
and they'd tell a friend and so on
The endless prodding "when was the last time you had a
[ drink"
they said "oh three hours that is not good you need
[ refreshment"
feeling dizzy spiders crawl
[ on the walls listening w/
sympathetic violence
nauseous drawers fall on my head in rapid succession i can
[ see
the veins under your eyes he says iron deficiency probably
[ he
nods counting counting the clock always will be diseased
[ the
flexing enemy of this person made it made it this far so
[ what
just one person and what are you looking at a little blood
[ on the
period er bed maybe i am menstruating so what if i am must
[ be all
the medication you shove down my arm while i sleep and
[ cram strap
me down my throat float gag spit while i'm awake
Eager eyes aluminum terror i quit
it hits 372.5 times a day on avg.
My clothes are gone no one knows i'm here no one is saying
[ what's
wrong w/ me what am i doing awake at 3 45 pm when i'm
[ usually
falling asleep to Looney Tunes or is it The Flintstones
craning my neck to see no remote it makes no difference
beef stew for dinner w/ urine punch
punch my insides like a sack of kittens laced with rocks
probe down my throat tongue
insistent upon reaching behind my eyes and pulling out a
[ gakload
of mucus with swollen thumbs (mine?) no recourse wide open
[ down a
slot face first into battery of rams choking name what's
[ for lunch
forget it forget it they're all Martians that's it fist to
[ my
temple temple of the soul gun anchored BLAMMO cauterize
[ wound
just a slit but so long he was bummed for change missed
[ the bus
wanting to be a male slut no women nearby tho climb trees
[ no view
only dumps and toxic fires
running sleeping quiet quiet they'll hear now you know or
[ don't
what they're plotting what they're up to (tra la) laced w/
[ strychnine
pitter patter violet spots creep lazily thru my throat
[ pores
as i stare at the ceiling la dee dee lo de ay fluf fwoop
[ flllsuk
they fwaapblll it's genocide i tell ya majority rules full
[ house
empty head hot poker rammed up an over-enema'd anus stab i
[ fell
into a crab poor dead sod i was only 7 yrs. old
faker cunt you know me better than that i just don't know
[ myself
i've forgotten the holes in my underwear
this paper dress butt hanging out
no shower in 3 days i'm not an inmate (inanimate)
i will get out of here no joke someone must know i'm here
[ help
get me up throw me out of a window someone love me don't
[ step
over my lifeless body nurse get my corpse back to
[ existence
don't stomp on it hit ff. into the afterlife nirvana fuck
[ Kurt
never liked his hair into dirt love me like a cloud
[ fixated on a
buncha spooned junkies cold on a slab pierced w/ more
[ dejection
than thought possible stand up name ss# why here don't
[ know just
woke up here believe in religion between religions just a
[ dot on
a nonexistent map i don't know why you expect so much from
[ me
i/you owe you/me nothing so why all the questions wake up
[ mr.h.
it's time for your medication sure it's ok if you pee in
[ the
plastic jar i'll leave the room but nurse will you take
[ off your
clothes and fuck me for an hour i said greedily no that
[ will be
all sir she said thank you maybe later i got cramps
[ licked my
lips and inebriated as my smock rose in expectation as my
thought grew clearer hope she brings condoms
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>> fall
Killarney
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I first saw it
when I tripped over our sighs
as I left my side of the bed
to open the window.
It happened again
when I went to wash his dreams down
with a sip or two of water,
as he watched, behind me on the old mattress.
It's funny but I can still feel them
in everything I taste today.
But I digress.
Then as I rode him
and leaned forward to bite his shoulder,
I spoke with my teeth
just a little too loudly.
Blood rising; those marks,
crying their protest,
illuminated my stumblings.
Now he is gone,
if only briefly.
Since he left
I've: Spilled milk,
Cried,
And washed it away.
All too eager to fit fingers right,
to hold things with grace.
To be sure in my movements.
But my body mirrors my mind
in its absent wanderings from the present
and I am left to simply rearrange myself
and wait for overflow.
It seems I have traded
dexterity for
love.
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bondage, third offense ; contributors -
David Haadler, Mike Halchin, Kaia, Killarney, Ben LaRosa,
Styx, ZiLLah & Zircus
bondage is edited by David Haadler (Eerie) & released
whenever. please direct all correspondance & submissions
to aijaa@geocities.com.
www homepage - http://www.dto.net/va/bondage.html
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bondage one
bondage^^2
bondage, third offense
"bloody mary", poetry by David Haadler
"black lipstick", fiction by David Haadler
expected soon -
"red screams on hospital map", fiction by Jim Walker
"the most normal person on earth", essay by Mogel
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