Singing Beasts

We have not travelled far, but reality is now a long way behind us. Societal norms are distant memories.  What it means to be As Man has changed forever.  I fear we cannot return. Nothing matters now.  Nothing but the songs we will sing of these days.  Nothing but ensuring every...
Posted On 08 Aug 2011
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Ed Comments:

My eyes snap open. The room swims before me, the ceiling – mere inches from my face – bucks and spasms. Should I reach out and caress this demon? I attempt…and fail. I have neither the motivation nor motor skills. I am as beast. Suddenly, movement. Bunn –...
Posted On 08 Aug 2011
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Matt comments:

I awake to the pertest of buttocks.  I lull back into what seems to be the most maddening of dreams.  I no longer realise what is real and what is my own insanity.  I fear.
Posted On 08 Aug 2011
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Simon Comments:

I gaze out upon the street. It is lined with brutalist, communist architecture: vast and uncompromising, like my penis. I have been many things, soldier, beggar-man, thief. Until Poland, neither lover nor felon. Tonight I did two things of worth; I fled a bill of perhaps five...
Posted On 08 Aug 2011
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