Strangness Lurks

Long time ago, I read Yahoo! news because I was working in a business office, which automatically made me a loser. Here are some strange comments that stood out from a Yahoo! Health article.

http://health.yahoo.com/experts/menlovesex/80589/4-instant-intimacy-boosters/

1. Posted by Hungry Man on Tue, Jan 22, 2008, 1:27 pm PST

My girl and I like to pretend that we are having a threesome. The third party in the threesome is a pillow. The pillow definitely knows what it is doing...

6. Posted by Charro on Wed, Jan 23, 2008, 10:51 am PST

I once role-played with my wife that we were a priest and a nun. I was the "dirty priest" and she was the "dirty nun." We held hands for 45 minutes, then we slow-danced. After that we watched TV.

14. Posted by stanley d on Wed, Jan 23, 2008, 1:47 pm PST

All the things you talked about are great in a first marriage.But being divorced twice,things will never be the same,no matter how hard you try.When two people meet,and have families,kids parents,and friends, it's real difficult to make things right.I think being alone is the the way I'm going to be.I don't have to contend with disappointment,hurt feelings,why weren't you there for me??? I think I will get another dog,They always love you no matter what...

incidentally

trauma is an interesting thing/.
specially when you create i for yourself.
firecrrackers. i remember them the most. the way their packaging felt in my hand, the way they smelt and the way they popped when lit. i would hold them as long as i could, even up to my ear, seeing how tough i was. then i would toss them into the air in panic and watch them burst.
i didn't have the pussy kind either. i had the big fatass ones that really bang.
bang bang bang
i dont remember who i was with or why we bought them. i barely remember where we went. some small mom and pop store
all i remember was the flames from one black cat that didn't light correclty.
burned the whole strip mall to the ground. i can remember the sirens and the sulfur smell that stuck in my cloths.
i can't remember getting caught or nothing, so i guess i wasn't
i just remember tyhe regret i felt the following weeks
i destroyed so many lives in one single pop.
pop pop pop.
i could go on and on

Fire and Falling

WHAT WOULD YOU ATTEMPT IF YOU
KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL?
Nothing. I've already won.

STFU

Many men have anger management issues because of a social conditioning that doesn't encourage appropriate emotional expression. The only suitable emotion is anger; anger as a response to every situation in society. So when faced with the frustrating, despairing presentation of such trivial psychobabble, they end up fucking shit up.
-Jimmy Kane

Discarded - Lifted

Today, I purchased a young woman's diary from a secondhand store. It's rare that you can find such a thing. Goodwill usually censors all personal items. It's about thirty pages from the year 2000.

I've been skimming through it and I feel as if I was transported 8 years ago. I feel as if I know her. For two dollars, I got to be someone else by learning their fears and hopes and dreams and gossips and laughter and . . .

This is about how I felt when I bought that old, old camera. I feel like a different person behind that lens. I see things differently.

I've been feeling not-myself lately. I think it's my way of escaping the stress of school.

I know it's just another cliche. I just don't know what I'm going to do with it.

Sea Cucumber

These things take planning, but I wasn't prepared for this.

I love the way my eyes swell in the morning, crusted so bad I have to peel them open. I love the bloodshot hopelessness in the worm-like veins. The tears that choke in the corners and the sporadic dilation in the morning sunlight. Like my eyes are rotten grapes bleeding wine.

I love the aching I get in every tired, pulled muscle of my damaged frame. The way my bones crinkle with weight and age. The way my mouth is dry as sand and the way my teeth throb with cavities.

I'm not kidding. It really makes me happy.

I made myself anorexic just last week. For fun. I'm not really concerned that I'm fat, I just want to be disgustingly thin. Like a living skeleton, sucking and smoking thin little cigarettes. I want my bones poking out my back like dragon skin. Like a dead lion, the ribs wrapped in tattered flesh. I want it to hurt to masturbate.

After a big meal of blueberry pancakes and orange juice and bagels with cream cheese and some chocolate bars I use a toothbrush and massage my epiglottis. It's sore and cancerous, but soon my gag reflex is stimulated enough that I puke my guts out, disgorging viscera like a sea cucumber. My salivary glands are swollen and dry. I think some of what I regurgitate is blood, but who knows. That gag reflex feeling is beautiful. I'm pulling myself apart.

I love this.

The brown-red barf swirls down the bowels of the toilet bowl and into oblivion, like this never happened. I feel tired all of a sudden and lay on the tile, focusing in and out on the ceiling light. The sporadic dilation in the florescent sunlight.

Some of the bile splattered on the magazines next to the toilet paper, smearing the ink of a weight loss book. The title screams "LOSE 30 POUNDS IN SIX WEEKS!"

Five more weeks to go.

Miniature

Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again.
- Rick Polito

I'm on a bus and i feel like i'm going to get decapitated

everyday I would go into an antique shop and every day I would see that head. I rarely found anything worth buying, so some days I would go just to make sure that shrunken head was still there.
7 days a week I would stop by, peek inside and see the head, it's leathery skin glistening, gangrenous and beautiful.
I told others about it. people asked me why i never bought it.
it just had to be there, I suppose. it couldn't be anywhere else.

Dear Barber,
I've been finding the small things that inspire great change. Butterflies and pebbles and sparks.
Your photo album speaks to me and I can't stop looking through every single image.
Until I realize that I've already seen all these. It doesn't matter, it's not my choice.
As each one wants to say to me,
Hello. I am here again.