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Maria stood behind me and pulled the cowl over my head. I heard myself breathing and felt the cloth gently rise and fall against my skin. - It is important to remember nothing of the passage of time outside the Negative Zone while you are immersed into its strange reality. I smelled the heavy incense from Eleni's sticks. The faint thrumming sound of the other women's whisperchant made me uneasy. I heard Maria's voice closer to me. I felt her shadow over my eyes. - Danae. You are about to begin your Negative Meditation, a journey into the Dark Side of the Force. I will be your Lifeline to our world, your Umbilical Cord of Light. If you are lost in the darkness, speak my name with urgency and unrestrained passion and you will remember me, my face, my hands that touch you, the smell of my hair and the warmth of my body. If those things do not bring you back, nothing will and you will forever be lost in the other side.
I felt a lid close in on me. The world was already beginning to fade. My senses trembled at the edges, resonating to the mumbled profanities of the unholy chant of the women.
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Vomiting Diarrhoea, a sign of reflection (third stage distortion that). I'm getting better, thank yo And then we fell down again. Adnd wee fellt ddown aggain aand wie sjell drown again. Down and down and down we go, lower into the abyss, falling with our house in tow. ( Oooohpaaaah!!! ) |
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You filthy whore! You fucking bitch! You utter, bleeding shit-filled cunt! Crap and roaches on your soul and dogshit on your bedroom floor the day you marry the one you love who I hope dies from colorectal cancer after three failed colostomies and may you have to live with the odour for ever you little piece of festering shit, you open sore, you wound, you puss-filled wound in the face of the world that was so pure, so beautiful and mine before you showed up around the corner, swaggering and smiling, you SHIT! You parasite-ridden maggot in my nose, may you rot and rot and rot and see the little white fat worms crawling under your skin while they eat you dead, may you scream for ever in fucking horrible... ... dah. Ok, kinda meh. Reboot and reload. |
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You can read all about it here: A few years ago I was bored to death with SF and fantasy. Everything was so repeptitive; fantasy especially, seemed to always come in trilogies without any good reason. Then I discovered Pratchett, Iain Banks and Jeff Noon. And there was much rejoicement. Now, I never think of myself as a fan, but I do have everything that those three have written- with the exception of some essays and such. So, er, I hope, you know. That they find a treatment, soon. |
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Joe Queenan, of the Guardian, wonders: Why did Quiet Riot's cover of Cum on Feel the Noize succeed in the US, while the original didn't? Or, more to the point, why did Quiet Riot become a hit and Slade didn't? Well, you wanna know why? Just look at this picture, from the Guardian article. It's the cover of their Slayed? album.
So, come on, look at it. No, I mean, look. That guy has nipples. I mean, yeah, all guys have nipples. But his are prominent. And their hair? What the hell are they doing to their hair? And why? They have opposable thumbs, you can see that much in the picture! Er. Actually, Cum on Feel the Noize is one of my favourite songs ever. I used to think the cover's chorus went "girls fuck your boys" but I like the original even better. They still look goofy. At the time, I guess, only* Mark Bolan didn't... ________ |
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Dear God, Hi there. My name is Stacey. We 've been briefly introduced a few decades ago, but I'm sure you won't remember me. I don't believe in you and I bet you don't believe in me back. Fair enough. But, you see, I really needed to talk to you right now, oh god. Nah, don't worry- I don't want to ask for money, love or a better job. I don't want to beg forgiveness for my sins. I enjoyed commiting them. My health is fine, too. Thanks for asking. What I want, Oh God, is to say thank you. Thank you, OH GOD, thank you for making men, thank you OH GOD for making this man I have inside me right now, ripping me to little tiny bits and throwing me all around like pink and yellow confetti. Thank you OH GOD for the Sun. It just went nova into my eyes there, and now flowers are raining down on me Oh God. And, oh, god, thank you for his hair too. It smells so nice, it feels so soft and smooth. And his skin, mmm, god, it's like vanilla ice cream. OK, mister, fess up now. He can't be real, this man. Nobody can create anyone that perfect. He's just a trick of the light, isn't he? I'll flutter my eyelids- like so! and he'll be gone. But even if he is your little teensy weensy practical joke...well still, thanks. I've really enjoyed it while it lasted. And you can tell those friends of yours -the ones with the beards? Tell them they're right after all: you are Great. So long and no hard feelings, eh? Mine, really Stacey. |
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Do you miss the summer? I sure do. I don't know why. In Greece, it's too hot and I sweat like a sow. The sun is too strong for my stupid, sensitive, lilly-white skin, so I don't sunbathe and I look like a ghost. ( Read more... ) |
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I am reading J. Michael Bailey's book, The Man who Would be Queen, a little late, but with an open mind. And why not? ( Read more... ) |
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Brighton is an expensive city, for posh people. Everyone is so up themselves they can see the sun shine from their other end. ( Read more... ) |
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I'm making a movie about the pain you feel when your boyfriend takes pictures of motorcycles rather than taking pictures of you.
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In Corfu, there was a haze of booze hanging around me all the time, or so it seemed.
Now that I'm back in Brighton, I don't even touch the stuff. |
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I got to see many old friends in Greece. Not all the ones I wanted to though. In Athens, I was running around trying to see at least one of them each day. I felt so sociable. Yeah. I didn't take pictures of everyone. Shame. Well, here's the ones I did take. ( Read more... ) |
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I see my father about once every decade. He freaks out, then preaches to me, and then it takes him another decade to find the courage to see me again. ( Read more... ) |
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In Corfu, a couple of old friends have put together another group, Sadomazombies. They have a CD, S/M Anthems. Their names are listed as Son of a Priest, s/m Aphrodite and TransTonia. I'm not sure who is who because they have a third member, whom I hadn't met before. Also I was treating myself with the substance, di-hydro-ouzine, found in cheap bad Ouzo and I remember our moments together only vaguely. ( Sadomazombies ) |
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