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30 Saturday Mar 2013
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25 Monday Mar 2013
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I’ve been called many things, but a “disgrace
to the forces of evil” made me stare
dumbly at her. I had helped her unlace
her bone corset, let down her crow-black hair,
bled the man, let her drink from the chalice.
What did she want? Her skin, with its green-fire
glow of a witch-queen, burned with her tigress
eyes, her four breasts. It wasn’t desire
I felt for my sister … much. After all,
evil is as evil does (I never
got that); she kept me around, her warm pet
good for snuggling with on cold nights. “Crawl
to me and make me cum, little brother.
I’ll drown you, fool. Amuse me. Make me wet.”
21 Thursday Mar 2013
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What can be said about this soft, flat Armenian bread that sums up just how yummy it is? Let’s just say this: if you’ve ever been in the Southwest of America and fallen in love with Navajo, Zuni or Hopi fry bread then you’ll love lavash. If you haven’t then you need to get out more, I mean, really, damn.
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23 Thursday Aug 2012
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“Y parece que todo
el mundo en toda
la ronda mundo
está abajo en mí,”
– Janis Joplin?
Voy a bajar, Janis.
Tu vello púbico
enredados
en las cortas caricias de mi
respiración. Mi lengua lame
tus polvo de tumba olores.
Esta noche, parece que todo
el mundo en
toda la ronda
mundo está abajo en usted.
Un millón de las lenguas
que lamen. O tal vez sólo
la mía. Me encanta cuando
los muertos
tienen orgasmos.
Janis, mi boca está
llena de tu leche.
(I’m going down, Janis. Your pubic hair entangled in the short strokes of my breath. My tongue licking your grave dust odors. Tonight, it seems that everyone in the whole round world is down on you. A million tongues licking. Or maybe just mine. I love it when the dead have orgasms. Janis, my mouth is full of your cum)
23 Thursday Aug 2012
I’ve been working trying to write in Spanish lately. It’s not going well, but I love the challenge, and who knows? One day I might even get it right. I got into a conversation with a friend about whether or not the dead can cum, if they could have orgasms and she said no and I said it probably depended who it was. Of all the dead rock stars, I bet Janis Joplin could do it. She could sing the blues like nobody’s business. At the 1976 Montreux Jazz Festival, Nina Simone said:
“… yesterday I went to see Janis Joplin’s film here. And what distressed me the most was to see how hard she worked. Because she got hooked into a feeling and she played to corpses.”
“Playing to corpses.” I hope they put that on my gravestone.
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“Y parece que todo el mundo en toda la ronda mundo está abajo en mí,” Janis Joplin
Esta noche soñé contigo, Janis. Tu lengua jugaba con la mía, mezclándose tu dicha con la mía. Eras sudada, excitada, mojada y furioso.
Tu tenía tus manos en mi cabeza, con mi lengua dentro tus vientre, y tu espalda contra la pared. Esta noche, hermanita, estoy abajo en usted.
No sé si los muertos pueden tener orgasmos. Pero, Janis, esta noche mi boca está llena de tu beatitud.
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