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stormtown
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Stormtown
a sad, laconic place. Every rock is placed to stumble across.
Persin wanders, Child lurks and Raven soars. Passions and fear the core
to the body, the watery bladder of the port, a container.
Tracing all the shapes of passing figures the Persin lurked, yearning to
capture the memory of her hand against the top of the thigh.
Heightened and feeling ecstatic, charged with a desire from the outer
world.
Blowing, exploding, the Persin felt like cock, transforming the inner cock
from the Persins cunt (the inverted type). Extracting his cock to tangle
and mangle in his fist,…………………………explosion still verged on the
periphery. Cock hanging out he ran to the edge of Stormtown and stood
at the mouth of the bay watching rusty dead boats float. Wondering
how and where to release all the urges. The life he had with this over
evolved body, cunt and cock inclusive, an inexpressible urge on the
verge of release.
Rats, he could see rats running up the sides of the concrete pier,
darting in and out of the cracked cement, the urges drawing him across
the pier, to an edge. Perching his arse against the pylon Persin opened
his body to the gaping bay. The sea was not unlike the tongue he so
desperately desired to be wrapped like a parcel around his fat juicy new
cock. Gripping his hands tightly behind his back, the Persin sat in the
passionately deluded fantasy of having his cock sucked off by the
ocean……a body…the biggest in the universe perhaps.
The water was sucking at his cock, holding it high, suspended. The
waves created a suction that intricately plucked at the strong pumping
veins down the cock. The water bound his cock pulling it harder and
harder until the painful screams of the Persin echoed through the dead
stagnated port. A wild unkempt solitary scream, until, the rhythms
oscillated and the urge was finally seeming to become a release. His
erect cock felt out of control, hard against his abdomen. The tip
constantly licked by the breaking waves……screaming louder and louder
the rats swarmed to await the fall of the Persins flacid cock against the
wooden floor of the pier
The Persin in this transitory state walked back towards the residential
part of Stormtown…dismembered ……now forgotten, all sensory
understanding depleted. The Persin wandered around stormtown trying
to decipher all these very strange unimaginable activities except for a
fragment of memory... the sound of rats scurrying for cover and vision
of the Raven soaring in the clouds above towards the gaping mouth of
the bay.
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CAPTURED / CAUGHT / STUCK:
Raven was cornered, blown through the frame. The corner opposite the
child, sited, sits staring, its tongue fixed to the top palate. Raven
transfers its weight and stretches wings. Raven sees the fluid gently
cast the cheeks of the child, a searchlight makes the cheeks of the
child glare. Step too step, Raven crosses the room into big edible eyes
-scared-
The lights fuse and Raven becomes the moving 3D shadow in seconds.
'Child your tears have dried' states Raven
Childs tongue loosens, child speaks and Raven seeks the nearest
escape.
'…..The walls contain no winds for you to risk your flight within Raven.
Corners are the space to revert all my energies Raven. My tears were
bled to fool you, bring you closer to me; I wanted you to trip my wire.
Raven you are here to break me, you must exit this room whilst flying
through me, ripping my anus apart and spreading your wings, as in full
flight, flapping against the walls of my cunt. There is no other exit you
may presume you have an access through that frame but the corners
you must face to make it into the empty frame are layered upon each
other, corner upon corner, layers - FRAGMENTING INTO AND OUT OF -
you remain 180 degrees, no rear view. Raven the tumultuous beast, the
bird that battles the Stormtown winds, the bird that stands on the
highest peak. You no longer have a view in this corner. Accidents
happen, mistakes are made. I promise you will not regret your next flight
path. Raven you are my BREAKER -------mind/body
infiltrator'--------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Starring and loitering, wandering the edges, collating all the sounds,
screams and squawks. The frames are now holes, black - flat - paned
with nothing - lacking a light to cast the shadow. Persins pained with
every want every need to enter or even exit the outside, or is this the
inside - for persin - Persin is the only one to see. The black nothing
stops this perpetual decay for a short while, Persin grasps this mindful
fragment of hope, perhaps this hope will one day again turn into
revenge as soon as black nothing dissolves. Hope, the pained existence
manifesting - illuminating (transilluminating) - from the black, nothing.
An echo of lusty cry[I]s from a crypt, Persins eyes fall down into the
earth …rummage…through the earth - nerve endings free, wriggling,
propelling each eyeball…racing to the dusty decayed concrete walls.
Burrowing beneath the walls through the dust, tunneling towards the
corner where the child lays splayed ready to be pinned down -falling
daggers- to be broken. Raven crosses the room unable to turn away,
slowing its step -choice diminished - The child garnishes its twat with
spit and lays back on=c=e again as the bile drips through it slit and up
its dilated hole - a cave to the Raven. Deep and centering
(catatonic/stagnant), fluids, thick. Raven imagines the mist rising from
the childs hole, the mist leads Raven into this flight -- path. Two paces
to go …too small a cave to enter …final step…enter --- FEAR ----
Raven spins to look behind. Raising its head seeing the childs eye
sockets…..dissolving green, opaque eyes -visionary wise and sexless-
into pouncing, voyeuristic blue eyes -persin- LUST............ (Raven sees
the creature).
OUTER>>>Persins ears resonate with the murmuring of a muttering child
chanting a fly away tune. All energies are focused. All energies are
focused (cathexis). All energies are wanted. Seeing the en -trance to a
passage black, the smell of stagnating passion (memorium). Running
through this passage, arms outstretched, fingers skimming its cylindrical
wet and gleaming red walls, running through a deep cavern with the
breath of another in the base of the earlobe.
INNER>>>>>Raven soars into the hole risking more than the Stormtown
winds, not doubting the Ravens escape. The wings flap and splutter
fluids through the childs canal into its cunt. Each raspy breathe of the
child urging the Raven closer to the gaping exit of the childs cunt - an
opening of an exit - Ravens wings flap solidly battering the walls of the
childs contracting cunt away, fearing suffocation, soaring toward the
hole at the brink of the childs final gravelling punctuated scream.......
- escaping - into the winds of Stormtown swooping over the head of
the seeing blind persin.
Breathe and a breathe and another breathe
Path and a path and another path
Vision and a vision and another vision.
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SHE
SAID 2000 02:30:11 +0200 (CEST)
Sometimes wonder if I am ever gonna experience that state of total inner
peace again..seems to be difficult to preserve all the positive and converted
energy..life is complex with all its frames sucking up my energy.. dream of
living for moments of ecstasy..no drifting thought into the future.
SHE WROTE
dream of being a raven.
flying from moment to moment.
no bounds.
no measure of time.
determine my journey.
calm.
peaceful.
silent.
SHE CONTINUED SAYING
missing life at the end of the world so much..seem to experience a superficial
or short term kinda peace..missing you..closeness of thoughts..open
space..peaceful living in a world with unaccountable paths, each with its
unique beauty.
I SAID
If all the calculations and numbers could evolve into the most complex and
linear space the body would become suffocated by resolutions and answers to
that body
-Kinetic- and that minds desires, fantasies, projections. Gender and the role
it
has placed my exterior within is forever on my mind.
I WROTE
Tonight I longed to have Ravens' wings and powerful sight. Catching Glimpses
of a great dream. Where does it perch? This validated state of reality. Seeing
the person I could be, I dare to speak of my confusion. Propagating the need
to express. A state alien to my container, type body, type boat..FLOAT..
I CONTINUED SAYING
I regret that I talk so often of my and I..my sincere apologies..I wander in..lay
my bag onto the bed that is empty, where once you laid resting, remembering
your eyes that spoke as a guide to an inner peace..I am a grrl trapped in
gender confusion affecting self esteem and notions of what it is to be loved.
You took my breathe away with your care..thankyou..having no breath made
breath a unique gift on its return..revived.
kInks