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“you wouldn’t survive the ride”

14 Tuesday Apr 2015

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Al: Do you wanna come out in the garage
and use one of the sanders?

Peg: Not on the car…

……………………

Peg: If you had what other men had, I
wouldn’t need batteries any more.

……………………

Marcie: I love to go to the dentist. A
man in white hovering over me while I’m trapped helpless in a chair.
He cleans me. He flosses me. His instruments alive in my mouth. And
just when I don’t think I can take it anymore, he says,‘Good girl,
Marcie, you can spit now.’

……………………

Peg:  I know you look at me and think
of eye candy, but it can never be for two reasons: 1) I belong to
another and 2) You wouldn’t survive the ride.

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The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth

13 Monday Apr 2015

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so-fucking-reckless:

  1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.
  2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.
  3. When in another’s lair, show them respect or else do not go there.
  4. If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat them cruelly and without mercy.
  5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.
  6. Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and they cry out to be relieved.
  7. Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.
  8. Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.
  9. Do not harm little children.
  10. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.
  11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask them to stop. If they don’t stop, destroy them.

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13 Monday Apr 2015

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This dream … I dream of this every
single night, being washed over the side of a ship and having the
goddess of the waves, a shadow from the deep masquerading in the skin
of a great white shark, swallow me whole … for the last ten years
when I dream. If I dream. I wrote this for my master’s thesis:

Of the three – Hart Crane,

Li Po and me – Li died

moon viewing in the dark.

Crane drowned at 3

and I was eaten by a shark

– or so they’ll say.

It was true in 2003 when I was in Coos
Bay, Oregon; I saw a shadow in the waves. Even now I can hear her
calling for me. I am a coward for living on dry land. Then I laugh
because don’t we all try to run away from our fate? Ai, fate.

LOVE SONG WITH WITCHES

13 Monday Apr 2015

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I.

Sleepless, magic night

your fingers and legs spread wide

exploring new worlds.

II.

There is no sin, just

a dark forest first

came the drum, da-da,

and then came the song.

III.

At fourteen I talked to ghosts with
black mud,

bud and cheap blood running in the
acid.

There was a glamour but I did not understand

anything that they were trying to say.

IV.

If you must belong to a tribe, come. No

one has loved you with lips and
fingers, laid

with you until the moon’s day-face
faded

with the dawn. None have brought you
lover’s gifts.

We are a tribe of never-was. We are

a tribe of all of us that might have
been.

V.

Hear me. This is no gift. Here be
witches,

vhukneri. This is your clitoris,

tslik. This is my tongue, lezu. They
call

this witchcraft, kakhardut’yun. A
shaman

must ride a long-tongued ghost to learn
all her

occult secrets. You, blood heart, must
ride me.

VI.

To be a corpse bride, to find a long
dead

lover, to have your crazy hair caught
up

in the air, saints preserve, in a
forest

first came the drum, then the song, for
I am

singing, I am drumming. No one hears
me.

VII.

At the crossroads you shall find all:
this song,

hashish cakes and shadows. Ride me, I
am

your drum, singing your way back home.
I am

a hard ride. Together we will go far.

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NOTE:

The foreign words I use are Armenian:

ՎՀՈՒԿՆԵՐԻ (vhukneri) =
witches.

ԾԼԻԿ (tslik) = clitoris.

ԼԵԶՈՒ (lezu) = tongue.

ԿԱԽԱՐԴՈՒԹՅՈՒՆ
(kakhardut’yun) = witchcraft.