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January 2011

42 posts

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“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”

– Allen Ginsberg (via wellareyou)

Quickies in New York: Learning to Say No →

quickienewyork: “Dancers won’t like you if you don’t fuck them.” We were sitting at the Stonewall even though it would be sixteen months before I was legally allowed to be there. I was getting lessons from an older man, and if he reveled in the stares we were getting, I hardly noticed. We were on our way to the…

Buy Eliza's work or I'll kill this story →

3liza: Author and patron J. Scott Grand recently called for photographic submissions on which to base short stories. I sent him a snap from my recent Ballpoint collection, Handle, for which he wrote a desperate and devious tale of rape and revenge, destruction and reclamation. Highly recommended, but only for those who can take it. Handle is available for sale from the Sweatshop store. ...

Quickies in New York: Fucking With A View →

quickienewyork: Everyone in New York is obsessed over fucking with a view. If you have the highest office window you have a leg up, and if your apartment looks out over the park you’re golden. If you see bridges and rivers through the curtains, then the world if your oyster, and if you look up through your…

Sticky Is A Slut: O.N.S. #8 Part 2: Mr. Pussy, the... →

stickyisaslut: O.N.S. #8 Part 2: Mr. Pussy, the Rejection There is something simple and beautiful about a women’s bedroom at night when it’s dark. The silent dance of the single black flickering candle in the corner. The sound of the heavy rain falling outside, muffled through the tightly locked windows. The…

nightmarebrunette: Here I am again, wanting too much, having too much. Ready to swallow the whole world through my cunt. I built a community and now I am preparing to leave it behind. That’s how it’s always been. Pose the test, pass the test, shed that entire skin and don’t look back. Just when conditions are pointing to something durable, sustainable, potentially happy, it’s time to change. I...

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...”

– Hunter S. Thompson (Via)

South 12th: Put that, put that, put that up your... →

southtwelfth: This may be on the those things I dreamt, but I don’t think so. In the earlier part of this past decade, in 2003 or so, J. showed me a VHS documentary on the Athens, Georgia music scene from the late 1980s. It was a very good film and I remember quite a bit about it — there was a scene where…

j.scott grand: Jellyfish (inspired by artwork from... →

jscottgrand: (illustration by E.G. Gauger) Ramona’s earliest memory is of the jellyfish. It was her eighth birthday and her father had driven their family down to Atlantic City in his pearl-white Buick. He was a stout little man with stubby fingers and hair the color of coal. He sold orthopaedic supplies…

“We dance when there is no music, We drink at funerals. We talk too much, and...”

– - Chris Rose, Times Picayune On New Orleans (via jacobchadwick)

“I only drink champagne when I’m happy, and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it...”

– Madame Lily Bollinger (via stickyisaslut)

Quickies in New York: Feeling The Same Way →

quickienewyork: I knew a girl in college whose cunt was softer than butter. I wanted her more than I loved her, and I broke her heart without ever trying. Our friendship was all about me calling her beautiful and her telling me to fuck off. We laughed in both directions, and we only kissed when we were sober. We walked through the East Village at two am one morning and it was past the hour when...

"She was worth a stare. She was trouble.": FIST... →

FIST FULL OF NAILS My first memories of childhood are of violent motion, cracking bones and blackness. I see needles, white powder, shotguns, broken pianos, very skinny scary looking giants. Orange sunlight through swollen eyes. Blood in my urine. Stepping in shit, not sure if it’s animal or…

Quickies in New York: I'll Tell You In The Morning →

quickienewyork: “Is it still a one night stand if we fuck in the shower the next morning?” “Actually I was thinking of asking you to lunch as well.” “Well that’s just confusing.” “I know. I didn’t even let you do your walk of shame alone. And this breakfast is way too comfortable for its own good.” “Maybe we…

“Art exists because reality is neither real nor significant.”

– J.G. Ballard (via baitandswitch, barrymanifold) (via homeofthevain)

"She was worth a stare. She was trouble.": A... →

A LETTER I’LL NEVER SEND You, I am not sure where to begin, I am still reeling from the other night. You don’t want me to love you. I’ve never wanted to love you, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before I trusted you and thought about you during the day. Do you realise what you have…

“The moon will never lie to anyone. Be like the moon. No one hates the moon or...”

– Henry Rollins (via moonbrains)

“I sent a message to Katie saying that her being naked on the internet makes me...”

– sex, art, and politics Right. Also, Internet: who among you is making Katie feel wrong? Get it together and stop acting like an ass. (via nightmarebrunette) Katie being naked on the internet makes me feel safer being naked in my own home.

Quickies in New York: Deciding to Eat an Apple →

quickienewyork: She doesn’t struggle the way we do. When she picked up the apple from the bedside table she took a bite without thinking. There was no wavering and no slight doubt that she might want something else instead. She lifted it from the bowl, took a bite, and she smiled when the juice trickled down…

December 2010

84 posts

Jack Scoresby: When I write fiction it's generally... →

jackscoresby: We were in the back seat of her small car in a deserted parking lot in Yamato, Japan. Our clothes were on the floorboards, her hair stuck to the stubble on my chin, and the frigid December air creeped in from a cracked window to cool our heated bodies. “How’s your head feeling?” She asked. I had…