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The sodom rave

It was a time long past the age of joy and sorrows when the angels arrived to the Pentapolis. There aren't many accounts about the angel's heavenly knowledge of earthly lusts, so it is likely that the idea of the local townspeople ganging up for a massive rape attemp never crossed their mind. Then again, they may have been heading just for that, the gomorrah party life being known all the way from the golden gates to Dante's last hell. Nobody should have been watching, but Lot messed up the fun offering his virginal daughters i their place, and then the big guys couldnt turn a blind eye any more, for the sake of morals, respect and public health. A world where the good guy sends his daughters out for rape can't be that healthy. That was probably when god got fed up, packed his stuff, hung the 'mostly harmless' sign and left the solar system for good. Given the history of mass genocyde and floods during his management, we are probably better off.

But cheers to him on his birthday, out of puppy love complex anyway.



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Virgin

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Thank you

When the Devil came and asked what it would be

- I would trade a year of my life to sleep next to you for a night.
- It's not something you can trade.
- Damn, I was waiting for the Devil himself to show up now.
- He won't.
- I said a year but I meant anything that can't be measured. I would give anything.
- No, you wouldn't give anything. You would give away something that it wouldn't hurt you to loose.
- I would give something that it hurt me to loose. Money wouldn't, and the Devil wouldn't want it either... Do you think a year of my life wouldn't hurt? Can you think of anything I wouldn't give? Because I can't.
- You are not doing it anyway.
- You are talking to the guy who showed up at your place with a b&d to hang up your lamps.
- But you didn't.
- You told me not to.
- That is not relevant, the fact is you didn't.
- But I went there to do that.
- Yes, and you didn't.
- It's not fair, you told me you didn't want me to, you would have kicked me out if I had insisted. You scare me. Did you expect something like 'I am going to hang your damn lamps, like it or not'?
- Life isn't fair. You came to do something you didn't do.
- I went to do something you wouldn't let me do.
- That is not my problem, that's yours.
- If you tell me to do one thing and then you tell me not to... how do I know what you want?
- The important thing is that you don't know what you want.
- I wanted to do you favor, that's why I went.
- But you didn't, so maybe that's not what you wanted.
- I asked my mother's boyfriend for the DIY stuff, I took my ex's car and I went there, ready to do that, because you needed someone to do it. When I got there you told me you didn't want me to, and you know I'm an idiot and I will do whatever you tell me, because you know that, in the end, I only want to be with you. You have something I like too much and I don't know what it is and what really fucks me up is that I would go there now and install them with my teeth if you asked me to. But that wouldn't hurt either. I can't think of anything that would hurt and I could give in exchange of sleeping next to you, and that hurts.
- You just don't want it enough. If you did, you would think of something.
- I can't think of anything.
- So think, and when you do, let me know. Good night.

* * * quit (exception time out... Idle talk, child of an idle mind, begot of nothing but vain fantasy.) * * *

Snowing

I looked outside as I woke. A thin layer of snow covered everything. It was not dawn yet, so I covered myself for a little while longer deep in the blanket.

I looked at him for a second and realuzed he was half awake, watching. He put his arm around me. It felt good. It had always felt good.
- we should live together.

He didn't breathe a word.

I got up a while later.
- That was not an appropriate response, - I said. He didn't say anything.

I got dressed and told him I was leaving. He never said a word.

I don't think I will be back, to bear a greater silence than the snow, such a great distance while his arm is arround me and I wake to kisses of nothing.

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Old draft

It will come at dawn while I'm still awake. Not a smile out of rythm, not a movement out of pace. You become a gentle fact. Soft. Surrounding. Simple, calm presence that unexists towards us.


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To the far north

As he saw it, nothing could live in the far north and all that could was deadly. It had been a childhood fancy of his to hear the stories of what lay there, delightfully warm by the fire, relishing the next adventure in the story.

All worthy heroes had travellef there, to seek a kidnapped maiden, treasures, their fortune or banish the dangers beyond. The dangers were many. Storytellers spoke of slow deaths under the claws of animals never seen by anyone still living, their claws like a grown man's forearm or beasts half human half not, fearless and fearsome.

Some thought that the wild direwolves and their masters were just tales and lived in the almost far north, where it was not snow all year round and some cattle could be kept and a few things grew. There was talk of gems in the mountains and some were drawn by the story of the cousin of a friend's neighbor who was said had made his fortune.

That was what had moved his family there. At first he was devastated to hear of it, but it was true that living was hard and there they had a chance, plus their land would be truly theirs. He had sworn service, taken arms and could not leave with them.

It was not a year later when the stories began. Families disappeared in the night, not a trace of blood, but never to be heard of again. A few months later there began to be blood. Later on, farms began to burn in the middle of the night. They never found anyone, but there were tracks on the snow and voices had been heard, carried by the wind.

Now he would march there, to meet what lay beyond the far north.


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Pangu

It hapoened once upon a time, a long, long time ago, in a far away place, so far and so long ago that the world didn't exist.

In the middle of Nothing there was an egg. The egg grew over 18.000 years, maybe more, maybe less, until it broke open. Its soft parts floated away, drifted upwards, and made the sky. Its heavy bits fell and burried themselves deep, making the earth.

From inside it rose Pangu.

The skies and the earth were still young, loving and soft and Pangu had to stop them from joining together again. With all his might he kept them appart, three more meters each day, over 18.000 years, as he grew.

Once he was done, he laid down and slept.

* * * * *

For this reason and none other you must treat those you hate as if they will live forever and those you love as if they will die tomorrow.

Us, strange women, have a special, strange magnetism in these homogeneous times. Maybe its an unconscious tendency towards genetic variety for the wellbeing of the species.

I am now 28 years old and act like an idiot every day. No trial and error when everything is full of shapeless mistakes. It's the shadows who scream, helpless, on the verge of shadow's death, which is Nothing. They ask for realities, for their time, and what is and what they are becomes confusing. They take the moments of silence, they eat dreams until someone suffocates with them. They devour anything good with the bitterness of what wants to be forgotten and refuses to die, holding on and on, claiming flesh for themselves.


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Previewing

His bloodless, lifeless face turned towards him and spoke, his hoarse, thin voice coming from far beyond his empty eyes.
- Soon, all shall be as I.


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