Hippodrome Mime-Last Nights of Paris-Ginnetta Correli
Posted in Ginnetta's du-doos, The Episodes Tagged: abuse, Ambient, David Eng, erotic, Hippodrome Mime, l, Last Nights of Paris, stalk

Naked by Rich Hillen
I’m naked in the middle of a department store and no one notices. It’s not a department store. It’s a Grocery store. It’s not a grocery store. It’s a sex club. A department store of sex. A grocery store of sex. Still no one notices me. The room is filled with cocks. Cocks in hands. Cocks in mouths. Cocks in pussies. Cocks on guys and cocks on girls. Cocks. Cocks. Mine blends in with the rest. I dig a shallow grave in the corner to sit and die in as I watch couples, singles and transsexual

Crash Dive by Barry Titus
Crash Dive Viral lightening burnt this shirt green for a second a day. Radar stations recorded a six thousand feet per second descent. The wounded in the damaged boat a rope dragged under water at night past Japanese enemy guns to a beach. Narcissus bleeds the darkest blue, platinum carpet and overcast. Divorce, son in tears, until you see a lawyer. At dark over a bay of water

Who is John Galt?
Finally finished this. Thank You to the band: End of Science for a great tune and to the actors some of whom are pissed at me at the moment. Posted in Anything else that Lambchop2 decides to post at the time, Ginnetta's du-doos Tagged: Ayn Rand, blood, chew nose off, crazy nurse, End of Science, Ginnetta Correli, hunting, John Galt, morality, Nurse Lucy, soldier, song, stalk, the fountainhead, war

Fuck Your Words by Rich Hillen Jr
I want to fuck your words. Never mind your body, your face, your personality. Never mind you. It’s your words I want. Press myself against your words and have my way. Take your words. Kiss, lick, caress, fondle, molest and taste your words. Fuck your words. Bend your words over the chair and give it to them. Hard, fast, wet and deep inside your words. Obsessed since I first read them I dream, eat, sleep, love and lust your words. Day and ni