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The beast is hungry,

The beast is raaaaaaavenous.

She claws me with her sharp fingernails leaving welts and scars and fissures flapping.

She just wants to play!

I let her out of her cage;  I do it all the time you know.

No one really gets hurt.

Sometimes she gets out of breath and i have to put ice on her neck, to cool her down.

I've deprived her of food and water before, because of the stuff she's done.

You know, stuff.

It doesn't seem to make much difference though, she still doesn't know how to play nice.

Yeah I said she wants to play, but maybe you don't know what that means!

And like i said also, she doesn't play nice.

That's why, when i do let her out, i stand back, cover my eyes and hum really loudly, something like "La La La".

And as she slinks away, I pretend like i don't know what she'll do.

What kind of advice do you want?

If you see her just.....let her scratch you if she wants, cause then she'll get bored and go away.

Maybe.

I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE

I have seen the future and it is me.

Pieced together with former bits of my old self, soldered bits of metal and wires.
My new, more productive, stronger SEXIER self is ready to go.

The operation wasn't really that bad, I mean my thumbs hurt so bad I was glad to see them go!
These new Opposables are top notch.
Now I can text all day, the way I should be able to.

The new breasts are ok I guess, but they seem unnaturally high up on my chest and they kind of stick out, (at precisely the correct angle to attract maximum attention).

I'm waiting to get my lungs done, I kind of ruined them early on in the century when people used to smoke through their mouths! Times sure have changed.

But these thumbs are really just incredible.  I can be on the computer, coordinate my closet, text, CLIMB A ROPE, etc all in a day and not even feel it.  Really.

So since I'm the future of you, I'd like to say to all of you back there that don't worry about using up your human body parts.  Go for it!  It doesn't matter, cause you don't have to be a fucked up human forever.  You can even choose to be part one, that's what I did.

These thumbs will outlast everything else on my body, even these Minurium breasts will be gone before the thumbs will.  Once I get more replacements, maybe I won't really ever die.  I'll rust, I'll break down, but it won't hurt.

Will it now.



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GUTS

Findings: 

Liver is diffusely homogeneous and normal in echotexture, size, without focal hepatic finding, intrahepatic bile duct dilatation.

Portal vein flow is hepatopedal.

Gallbladder is within normal limits without gallstone, gallbladder wall thickening, pericholicystic fluid.

Visualized extrahepatic bile duct measures 0.27cm, within normal 

limits for age.

Visualized pancreas is diffusely homogeneous in echotexture, normal in size without appreciable ductal dilatation.

Spleen is grossly homogenous in echotexture, normal in contour, size, measuring 11cm.

Both kidneys are grossly normal in size, echotexture, without 

hydronephrosis.

Right kidney measures 11cm.

                           Left kidney measures 10cm .

Visualized abdominal aorta is grossly.

Visualized inferior vena cava is grossly unremarkable.

There is no appreciable free fluid.

Fathers that Stand in the Rapids

So he was a man that had felt the fissures and movings of the earth at an early age:
















His mother sold him at 1 years old.

His adopted father abandoned him for the war.

His step mother beat his ass with her liquor bottles.

He moved, again and again and again, leaving behind friends and schools and houses and toys and bikes and trees and deserts, taking only books.
Only books.
Always books.

His hair, always white grew darker.
And eventually whiter again.

He grew suspicious yet Zen like, going with the flow while he urgently scouted the banks for a helpful branch.

What was the river and what was the shore?  Would the earth ever stop eroding under his feet?

He traveled, he married, he unmarried.  He married again.
He fathered children.
He saw his beloved grandparents die; also his father, his evil step-mother, his birth mother, his son.

He travels the world and he collects earth from different places.
What is he searching for?
A drawer is full of these small jars filled with different amounts of dirt from Egypt, from Ireland, from Turkey, from Arizona.
Sometimes he might empty one of the neatly labeled jars onto the wooden kitchen table.  He gently stirs it around forming mandalas and other designs.  He thinks about where it is from and he tastes it.

It tastes like dirt.

happy father's day to my beloved father,

Wiley Hampton

RANDOM ISN'T IT

1. Ssssshhhhhh don't talk so loud.

They say that family lived here.

They seemed so happy! HAPPY.  Where the heck does it-

I know, gotta keep my voice down.

Don't want anyone else to hear us.

Don't wanta wake the neighbors.

2. I never thought it would be like this! The excitement! The adoration!
but then, in the morning, I wake up and nobody's there no more.
I got a headache, my tongue feels raspy and sticky at the same time, my
hands are shakin' and I just want more! More of that feeling, that. THAT.

The Black-Hearted Princess

The Princess had a black heart, everyone said so.  Was she born with it?                                            Did it grow that way?   She refused to give money to the beggars in the street, even tho she had plenty.  She walked on and over the downtrodden, lifting her skirts so they never touched the ground.  She sent her suitors on tasks so brutal and meaningless they returned discouraged and half-human.

I don't think it was always this way.  

I think her heart rotted in some way, maybe from disuse.

Maybe from heartbreak.

If a heartbreak isn't tended properly, and this is scientific fact, 

it can heal improperly, becoming misshapen and yes,

black.

The blackness grew worse until

it filled the cavity of her body, spreading so

even the sight of a unicorn frolicking 

didn't move her at all.

The kingdom collapsed, the king and queen faded away and the princess,

she went to live on a high Hill by herself,

with only her 

black heart,

her fading beauty,

and her memories of past loves

to sustain her.

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A Silent Story For You: MOTEL