DUSTY HOPE

Category: body

  • young cal just starting/Body H8

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    A young ferocious Cal with painted cheeks. at full run round around the basement, a rod in hand that swears on mark forever more to die in battle. Death his only partner – a grave but brutal friend. With naked eye a warrior defies in search of love and loss and lies bound to beauty,…

  • Dead Lucky/Body H8

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    8 Characters so far… Christa thinks time is timeless. Every moment hangs like an empty chair on a wall, ready to fall with fate. Precipice and what’s left, empty and dangling. Beauty peers out at her, a devious acquaintance. What she sees of herself, fascinates, as miracle and casualty she drinks in it. Drowns in…

  • Dead Pie Flies Again/Body H8

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    Beginning of Something Tongues her. Dizzying, like a smelt of grace. His fingers drag across her skin, her skin a raft of shirkey murky lurking sin. Angels make waves. The unseen and the unnamable thing, drifting off into beauty and violence and the absurd up her cunt. It astonished her unduly that the drain of…

  • Viral and Spiral/Body H8

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    Haute le Couer The splendor and the burn. Dogs at night. Barking at the unknown. The ticklish and fragile, belly up and burning blue. Holy scares, holy reckonings, holy scars. The ravages of grace, its giddy violent perfumes. Holly go holy. Go go go – Sweet infernal yoyo. Some – more – guess board of…