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Saturday, September 04, 2004
public nudity and thoughts

when i'm feeling down, i just remember those seemingly fearless lesbian and queer strippers i saw perform in san francisco. the ones who got up in front of their rail thin or sinuous sisters and lovers and peeled off their bodystockings and bikinis, and stepped gracefully out of their thongs and pasties, on stage, improvising, sweating and glittering, getting flogged or marching through the audience and writhing and gyrating on whoever they found in the dark, the spotlight following their every move. i think of their sumptuous asses and muscle-less bellies, of the way they teetered on their heels and sometimes slipped during a routine. How things would show. And how the show went on, and there was no doubt: they were hotas girls gone wild.




It is the extreme situation that best reveals what we are essentially.
F O’Connor

uh oh got drunk in public there were tears and teas on cold nights all together now the songs the saddest ones when you can’t sing at all and tears confront you like why aren’t you here more why aren’t you more here

archetectonic embeddedness shifting sifting everything subtly felt grains of sand under eyelids and wisps of smoke from a blown out candle in a dark house this was us pregnant with almost moments creaked open sudden gentle a familiar sound no longer letters creeping across a table from a page to a pebble cushion for a tear glimpsed slyly by the indifferent nickelodeon where one stands connected by thin ribbons vapors unintelligible bending time passing through people just waiting while the singer takes a breath a ruckus erupting shrimp compact thank yous you’re right its my problem my failure but I cannot apologize when I perceive the slight crows nest growing frozen yarn creeping in oh tears are cruel call me a lone wolf when you remember call me lonely but i can't help what you see

I love it is enough voice in me cries cuttings why not? ply me angles misconstr skulk doll fire mom reminds me of intercourse coriander meander babeee betrothed triplet impossible volumptuous say my ass red feather joy all tied up in bundles ready to go undertow

Posted at 11:55 pm by embers