Adam and Eve
In the beginning was God. There was God and nothing but God. Omniscience overrated, God got tired of himself, and he created Adam for a little conversation, and animals for a little hunting. Adam, made soft and weak, got horny and lonely. Killing and conversation wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger, so God made Lilith the same as he'd made Adam. Adam was excited and got directly to business.
But Lilith didn't like to fuck with her ass in the dirt, so she told Adam off and flew away. Adam complained to God that his woman had gone, so God made another and Eve came along, who didn't mind a dirty ass or being underneath, and really thought the whole thing was kind of kinky. That was alright with Adam, so it was alright with God til the snake came along and tried to get freaky.
Meanwhile the angry Godfather killed the child that Lilith had made with a sailor she'd met near the Red Sea. Lilith was unraveled and angry at God, but had small arms and no way to heaven, so she spent her days watc
Better fat than hungry
Better beef than chicken
Better chicken than corn
Better TV than alcohol
Better alcohol than cigarettes
Better cigarettes than drugs
Better drugs than boredom
Better boredom than ambition
Better debt than discipline
Better charged than owned
Better had than bought
Better later than sooner
Better then than now
Better listen than learn
Better watch than read
Better read than move
Better easy than hard
Better hard than risky
Better safe than sorry
Better straight than gay
Better beige than pink
Better too many than too few
Better too big than too small
Better beaten than understood
Better ignored than dealt with
Better accept than change
Better survive than succeed
Better what I know than what I don't
Better asleep than awake
Better distracted than focused
Better fade than burn
Better suffer than love
Better here than there
Better us than them
The Consequence of Desire-1stThe Consequence of Desire
He awakes from his nap warm and damp. He is laying naked on the bed, flat on his back, staring emptily at the weak afternoon shadows carved into the ceiling by the dilute sun. His hair is loose and wet, the curls unwound from the moisture. His head itself is crowned in a wild halo of sweat that arcs dark and blue across his pillowcase. He lays on his back in the heat thinking nothing. Sweating and breathing into the evening.
He breathes deeply and exhales quickly, sits up rigid and straight. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and bends them at the knees, placing them carefully, firmly on the floor. He stands, his slight body cutting bluntly through the air. The edges of his shoulders feel thick in the heat. The air pushes heavily around him, then ripples and settles as he walks to the bathroom. Stepping carefully over the pieces of his discarded clothing he goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
The hot water hits the bottom of the
Angel BonesAngel Bones
She got up
from where she had laid beside him
where their shoulder blades
their angel bones
made mountains across the bed
and their ribs stood close together
like curved fingers anxious to interlock
and their legs
ran parallel to one another
like two lanes
of the same straight highway
She got up
and the weight of the night and the morning
slid down her flat back
onto the floor.
There are times that I would touch you, even as distant as you are. When I would find your eyes in the twilight, the half light of candles, breathing secrets and dreams, and reach out with soft hands and touch you. Strip you of your clothes and your insecurities, cut them away with firm lips and a sharp tongue, and listen to them slither past you thighs and onto the floor. I would leave you shining in the moonlight, silk skin and confidence. Naked and brilliant in the warm breeze that tickles you like ten fingers from the open window behind you.
I would smile at you and you would become weightless, the corners of my mouth cutting away the strings the hold you to the earth. The pressure of the pulling slipping from your skin leaving your bare feet breathless with sudden lightening, tiny gasps from each toe, heels separating from the cool squares of marble beneath them, unsticking with kisses, toes touching lightly as you float just above me.
But I would not let you go so e
Dick and Bush[The Oval Office. President George W. Bush is sitting at his presidential desk cutting lines of coke into a large W on a mirror taken from the Lincoln bedroom. He has a sudden epiphany.]
Dubya Ms. Smith, would you send the vice president in? Thank you.
Cheney You called Mr. President?
Dubya Good to see you Dick. Please, have a seat. Dick, I have a question for you.
Cheney Yes Mr. President?
Dubya Dick, do you know why I chose you for my runninG mate?
Cheney [Sighs] Yes sir
Dubya Well, don't just sit there. Why dontcha go on and tell me if you know?
Cheney Do I have to tell you again, sir?
Dubya Go on boy, you tell it better than I do anyway.
Cheney [A second sigh] You chose me as your running mate because every bush needs a good little dick to go along with it.
Dubya Hee haw! I never get tired of that one.
Cheney No sir, you never do.
Dubya Come on Dick, don't be so sour. Loosen up a bit. Here do a line with me, you'll feel much better. [He snorts on
Eduard and Auguste - 1st DraftAuguste and Eduard
It is not terribly cold in Paris, but the snow falls in light flakes, floating softly as feathers in the clear winter air. A tall man steps off the train, catches the cold metal hand rail carefully, and moves out into the station where the flow of bodies merges and splits without hesitation. Behind him two smaller figures emerge, both dressed in dark colors. The first is a child in a tiny coat buttoned tightly around her. The right side of her white collar of her dress shows defiantly against the coat, having somehow escaped its woolen grasp. It makes a striking white silhouette against the dark blue coat. A woman holding the child's hand is last out of the train. She turns her head in both directions as she steps carefully down the three steps and onto the concrete floor of the station. Her shoes ring sharply in the cold, like flat coins, but the noise is quickly lost in the general mumble of passing traffic.
The man moves into the stream of coats and hats. H
Cowboy CatechismCowboy Catechism
A lot of people are talking about Jesus these days
I guess if he comes I don't have much to say
I'd just tell what I done'n what I ain't
Probably wouldn't work if I tried to lie
So just leave it at that and let 'em make up his mind
End up wherever, and see what I find
Guess I'd like to go to heaven, but I ain't done much for wings
Probably get on my nerves all that harpin' and singin'
Course hell's not much better for those sorts of things
Ain't done much that I'm ashamed to tell
Not much to get me to heaven, or send me to hell
I've cursed at the sky and I been in jail
I cussed a little and lied here and there
Said a few things wouldn't want you to hear
I've stolen some things, but things that were fair
things that I needed, I guess you could say
But I've talked with Jesus on better days
and I've been baptised, and I've said my prayers
Been with some women and that probly ain't right
But a man's gotta keep warm in the cold of the night
But Jesus'll likely forgive me fo
A ConversationA: I want to love you
Z: I know
A: Do you want to love me too?
A: But you will.
Z: Maybe. But only if you make me.
A: I won't.
Z: You'll have to.
A: I won't.
Z: Then I will never love you.
A: But you already do.
Z: How can you tell? Did you smell it?
A: No. I know you love me because you told me that you don't.
Z: Then I love you.
A: I know.
Z: You'll never prove it. I'll never admit, even if you hit me and call me names.
A: You are already doing it.
A: Trying to win.
A: By losing.
Z: Will you let me?
A: By helping you lose?
A: Because if the only way you can win is to lose, then I lose too even if I win. But if I lose so that you can win then I've lost. The only way I can win is just to keep playing.
A: I'll never let you win.
Z: Then I'll lose, and by losing, win.
A: No. Because I'll never let you lose either.
A: I'll never stop playing. The game will never end.