Body of Hate Surface of Love

Meta Fiction as Fiction. Presence & Madness, Desire & Distance, Alls & Nothings.

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THIS IS FICTION has potential, lead in needs to be tightened up, best para is somewhere around the end. Gonna call her Mel. And its about Mephisto vs. Existential lobotomies. Not lobotomies – be conscious, this is serious stuff. I have clowns and bears. that overtake me. hmm. Clowns insert…Continue reading

01 Viral and Spiral v1.1

Splendor. Cutters farm. In vested with a wire. The slender and the burn. Digging after dog of night. Barriers carriers, for chins and fins. The ticklish and the fragile. Flowers belly up and blue. Holy scares, holy scars, holy reckoning with giddy fumes. The body of the first — and…Continue reading

02 The Quiet One V1

CHARS are sitting here right underneath go in search for them, cut out the latin grammar, see if can translate into present tense, go in on char. Being broke was a kind of suspension, a privileged disease. Its needs so intransigent, brutal, endless. Its hunger a rage of demands that…Continue reading

05 Pronoun Shifters

Stoppers Lucy switching television, falling into sleep where plays over porn and wantum random thoughts in and out of swoon ocean drifts, curse of the perched. Agatha snorts searching for “tremors” in semiology. The endless defenseless ramps to replete. Lucy says shut up. Be gentle. Fort Knots Lucy wants Hieronymus…Continue reading

Bunny Manifesto

Making inroads into discussion about methodology. On the phone can to can. Love the strings. Plays it again, no sooner as begins, becomes infected with beauty and reckoning. Mists of plunder wonders savage playful bold and sorry gusting plussage, sorrow & dole. Lust and bust. Victim and scold. Wonder &…Continue reading

Dead Lucky

story about two American rich kid survivors with parents who are shooting victims 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…Continue reading

Dead Pie Flies Again

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…Continue reading


Bridge of Signs Because to try and do so makes Pinky crazy. Even just to think about it. And she can’t control what that does, to herself or other people. Stinky is a death star. And the hatred that erupts from Pinky’s not being able to overcome its hold over…Continue reading

Feed the Wake Swallow the Snake Melt with Snowflake

9.26.21 NOVELLA IN PROGRESS Still pulling out threads. Some parts almost done, most still evolving, I ADMIT IT IS very very painterly, working thru section by section. Dizzying with no brakes LuLu LeSuere. Taunted by spasms of transfiguration. Groping for hopes beyond limits. Darkness becomes visible. Every beatitude blossoms verges…Continue reading

Frankenstein & Whippoorwills

Whippoorwills Two words: slavery and freedom. Spark like a train whistle blowing high and stark, in dank dark treasury of Pinky’s bosom impossible with love and merit like a train beating back the wind, by powers and sorrow of love. As whistles howl long and low along the byways with…Continue reading

Hilltop Park V3

Angelic quandaries unsettle frenetic cloning for the moon in symptoms of doom. Make me into a bristling broom. I can’t stop doing it. Cant stop sweeping for nuggets. Death releases the temptations from their horror. Score transit against tip of sky. Its hard its hard its hard not to deify….Continue reading

Merry with Andrew

Draft 2.1 Learning to have deference again, that  it is what it is, even if it isn’t what it isn’t. Spawns like a counterweight to PouLou’s beloved hysteria. As always, she shouts: to overcome a cornered lovely blasphemy – obese with obstinacy, stupidity, cowardice. You have to have respect for…Continue reading

On a night train to see Cal

Working draft Haute le Couer thinking of Victor de Loveleye. On a night train to see Cal in Tennessee. Falls into beautiful treachery whose desires outrange the purposes of existence. Dire flood of beauty and transgression like swallowing a heart & sword & lust of allah of jesus – angels…Continue reading

Problems with proof of existence.

CREEPY. Life inside LuLu’s magical soul of terror. The theatrics of horror, she calls it. The whole thing glows in the dark. Its a glowing encumbrance. A rag-tag mystery coiled against quasi religious wars, a perversion of slave-trading for love and sex, forged in magic. Its unspeakable stuff, these “sacred books.”…Continue reading

Raven & The Peach

Draft 1.3 Pretty Raw Peaches is up and running, engaged in it in a way that accepts its theatricality and in-dealing or something —  As access and bounty and wind, wind through the curtains. ASIDE: A BattleHard Burrow’s cozy curtained, bit stinky, cat crawling, window-covered bunker, how he mysteriously locks…Continue reading

Rhyme in the Coconut

Lugubrious & tilt-illating Living death or broke? Awash in hatred, its miracle mire – religious, bloody, sexual. Strangely empowering and devouring. Boredom rang of hopelessness, a living death. And this job, as it turned out, was drudgery. Presently, hidden away. Inside a well of seats inside a Mall. An alcove…Continue reading

Stealing Beauty

“I stole the jar.” And it almost destroyed her. Left to scarecrow in the madness. An influence so life changing – it has to be viewed as holy destructive. Pure of heart, broken by life, floating down the river of love, with flowers of madness pasted sentimentally to her chest….Continue reading

The D Word

Dead Ringer LuLu is laying on a narrow bed in an apartment in Detroit. Its a room she is subletting. nothing there is much hers. her hair is a blend of streaks of orange and yellow. the tatoo on the back of her neck is an eyeball with wings. she…Continue reading

Vanna Gutta

first draft Shake it off, beauty is schism. There is anger and horror in her heart like flint and stones. Stop the rhythm. Yells silently, her head up, a deep breadth plodding, supposed to be cold outside, tapping scuff of boots against wall against desk, the moon is wretched, she…Continue reading


Draft 3.7  In the works N’deen Tarwater did not want to quibble with intrigues, seemingly again struck at a revolving glass threshold, that sealed the in from the out. An ever rotating bridge of sighs that sprang before her, a revolving door both effuse and capricious, a door that sang…Continue reading

Weave it be, or Holly stuck with thumb in syenite.

Every noun has possibility. Ricochets against pastiche, in greetings. Along the wayside. V 4 — Body of Hate. Surface of Love. Done not done. Definitely frozen — but fully in its cups. Its kind of random housey but small. Compressed into a kind of thumb in seawall of copious beauty…Continue reading

Why I love taking mud baths with Dr. Who

Version 1.7 Come out from behind and tremble like a gun. The more thunk about, more pastiched said dementia overdetermined. Never say never. Living the dream. Getting disgusted with themselves? Hard to tell, when happy as Larry shell bathing in The Royal Hot Springs. Why I love taking mud baths with Dr….Continue reading

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  1. bearseJanuary 21, 2021

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