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a screaming by slushie, literature

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a screaming

Slowly, he rises to attention. He was called. A mile away, a middle school gymnasium. With a quick nod downward, his wristwatch read 3:30 and left shoe right shoe zipped his coat. Carefully, erection lodged in boxer-briefs ached as he fled from dirty dirty room. In the Buick he unzipped. \"I\'ve got to kill you off,\" he willed it gone but only an open fist would do. Overcome by the prospect of long hours saturated a dangerous mental playground. Only two minutes\' rubbing/thinking/moaning he snatched a tissue from the glovebox and the steering wheel was clean again. The drive was short. \"Hi.\" She called him by his name. \"Oh!\" He heard

the naive boy by slushie, literature

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the naive boy

. (03:14:37 PM) beck240: tell me a story josh. (03:15:01 PM) im slushie: there was this boy (03:15:11 PM) im slushie: he wrote stories (03:15:23 PM) im slushie: and he bound them together and made books (03:15:24 PM) im slushie: all by hand (03:15:30 PM) im slushie: he worked on a grocer\'s cart (03:15:41 PM) im slushie: and sometimes he would sell his books to customers (03:15:49 PM) im slushie: one day, his boss caught him. (03:15:53 PM) beck240: ::listens attentively:: (03:16:02 PM) im slushie: \"Get the hell out of here!\" (03:16:28 PM) im slushie: The boy was fired as he tried to sell a book to the grocer\'s customer (03:16:4

the chalet lines by slushie, literature

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the chalet lines

i raped her in the chalet lines. she said her friend was gone for the night. i left her crying before break of day, she\'s leaving tomorrow anyway. though i was drunk and having a good time, i know. too long at her place. i took a photo. something to show. i raped her in the chalet lines. she hadn\'t meant no, she was feeling fine. although it\'s last month it\'s like yesterday. i miss her eyes, once i tied up her hands we got undressed, i stared at her bare chest, \"i\'ve wanted this for a week.\" i held a knife to quiet her cries. she didn\'t see, she asked me \"why?\" she won\'t tell the law. then where\'s the fucking thri

elizabeth off the floor by slushie, literature

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elizabeth off the floor

Elizabeth lies sprawled on the white tile of the bathroom floor. Her short black hair is saturated by the rising layer of overflowing once-warm tub water that has been spilling over for the past twenty minutes. Her eyes flutter. She has finally made the decision to stand up. \"Is everything OK in there?\" no one says. \"Are you all right?\" no one asks. The floor shakes twice. A short moment passes and again, with a bang, the floor shakes. \"Mop that mess up. My ceiling is leaking.\" Someone below must have screamed, though from Elizabeth\'s position it was barely audible over the sounds of the tub water and her own self-absorption. Gro

cat left dry by slushie, literature

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cat left dry

last night in a box i flew \'cross town at midnight arms full of cardboard box full of terror pupils wide no surprises please no surprises please i\'m a child without a mother no surprises please. last night in a cell i found the new meaning of home place is full of hiding places to leave between faces no surprises please no surprises please cry for help lost in translation no surprises please. last night bore another urban orphan temporary hearts full of hopeful prayers full of shelter snow storm no surprises please no surprises please no more surprises please.

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the perfect child by slushie, literature

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the perfect child

america america my savior just like jesus save me from impending doom save me from the horrible truth america america, you are hanging and your hands are bleeding save me from damnation save me from your destination oh america that thorny crown nought but weighs you down oh america step down from that comfy cross to usher in more human loss father son and holy ghost let us fill this cup to toast we drink your blood, oh savior's sheep we eat of your body, ye poor and meek america such a painful sacrifice: the earth's forsaken salts america your editors are so nice: the good book omits your faults america save me from

The Silent Type by slushie, literature

Preventative Care by slushie, literature

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Preventative Care

The scene is a nearly-empty building. It looks like a refashioned bank, with 4 or 5 scratched plexiglass teller windows secured with gold painted bars. It hasn't been redecorated in 35 years, but it has been swept on a daily basis. The air is dusty but the floor shines. A single LADY is working today, behind the far left teller window. As she waits for business to pick up, she files her short red nails. A few moments later, she picks up her head, maybe for the first time today. An attractive young GIRL walks in, no older than 19. She stands at the entrance and looks around. GIRL (from the door) I... I need to get a license. The LADY motio

Application for a sunbeam by slushie, literature

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Application for a sunbeam

EXT. REAR FARMHOUSE – NIGHT In the distance, we see a dark farmhouse on flat land. Behind the farmhouse is a strong light, illuminating the area and starkly contrasting the house itself. We move in slowly, bouncing slightly. As we pass the farmhouse, we turn slightly to see a small barn just past the house and we recognize that we were riding a camel from the RIDER's view. The rider and two OTHERS come by camel dressed lavishly, especially compared to the small, disheveled barn we are moving toward. We arrive at the barn and watch from a small distance. The three men dismount and walk up to the three-walled barn carrying golden TRINKETS a

Sonnets for a Useless Romance by slushie, literature

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Sonnets for a Useless Romance

Sonnets for a Useless Romance a long and nagging kiss: this soreness in my throat, forces me to recollect the lechery that us provoked. good friends now try to warn me (those that understand) i'm glowing when i think of you though that's not what i pretend. a post-dated melancholy check clears before i move. soon i'll be far from here, guilty of another short-lived tragedy of love. pop an advil; make you go away forever. six hours later and you're back as a fever. now i'm washing my sheets and thinking of you. i'm packing the booze that made you taste so sweet. we had too much fun last night. now i'm hung over and hanging

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an affair by gustoboy, literature

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an affair

. stay sharp, my love. tack on the ballet shoes, again, and remain. I will retain the recollection of you like a faint hint of perfume in an emptied boudoir, renewed by the opening of drawers and secrets. your bottom lip, thin and silky like skin on your arms acting as a stage upon which austere beads of water dance, turn, and empty, will quiver discreetly. behind a wall of whispers and depositions we will hide our old photographs--yellowed by spilled chemicals, not by time. I will write of this-- a thing to be discovered by one who cares, after all have stopped. he will be equally deceived. .

shame by rva, literature

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shame

we manufacture weapons for the whole entire world we sell them to opposing sides and watch the bloody swirl we support the wars abroad and then we step right in to stop the stuff the we support the murdering of kin your people are the victoms here as your consumption grows soon we\'ll have you hooked on us and once we do who knows we\'ll ship you brand new weapons we\'ll train you for your fights and once your border\'s doubled we\'ll conquer you with might americans are terrorists out apathy\'s the proof we turn away and don\'t look back once you are on the move so willingly we try to hide the fact of what we do that we

suicide on the highway by aircrash, literature

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suicide on the highway

She liked to swallow the velvet sky whole. Obsequious to the jaded road signs whose bold, honest letters would lead to abandoned parks. She liked to lie in the cold, moist, mossy grass; she was envious of it. Waiting, flinching for her gay boy poets that would emerge and evaporate to stick their tongues down her throat. She liked to record her hands shifting across their hair. She claimed their words were secretly seeping down her throat, closing the wounds she once opened. She claimed they would unravel and stroke her tongue with poignancy. The boys liked her thrusting lips along their necks and her nails against their shoulder blades. She

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the chalet lines by slushie, literature

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the chalet lines

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Current Residence: toronto
Favourite genre of music: rock (all sorts); singer/songwriter
Favourite cartoon character: calvin, hobbes, charlie brown, linus
Personal Quote: look up.

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poetry: corso. prose: borroughs.

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cat and mouse

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notepad, ps6, pntr7, wacom 3x4, nikon n80

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slushie

Oct 7, 2003

try to stay positive

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i'm just trying to stay positive and usually it works. maybe if i tried or if i gave in i'd get a bit further. it's going to happen any way i'll end up selling out through age or weariness or i'll live in public housing because i gave up. so i won't give up.

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slushie

Jun 22, 2003

how soon is now

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yeah, i haven't been here in a while. summer school takes a lot of time. i have something im working on, maybe ill post it soon. im not feeling the art stuff recently for no good reason. mental death, maybe. ive got some new philosophical ideas/friends. its fun. but its not nearly as artistic as my ideal world would have it. i want to move to the desert and eat peyote all day. thats my new goal.

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slushie

May 29, 2003

my wandering days are over

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~slushie     .. is optimistic .. is a Conceptual Artist .. is a deviant since Aug 18, 2002 .. has 2,000 pageviews .. is located in Canada .. last host was *.sympatico.ca .. is currently   .. AIM: im slushie   .. MSN: imslushie at hotmail dot com the circus boy is feeling melancholy. (i cut my hair today. hair scissors are $14. what's the deal?)

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Fordmil

Aug 10, 2023

Slushie was introduced for Whitby Morrison-built Chevrolet ice cream trucks during 1998 and 1999.

cool4dude

Nov 16, 2005

hmm, checked your page for the first time in a long while to see if you ever got active again, apparently not

flameboarder

Oct 7, 2003

love ur shit, and cheer up
the world is a total bitch, you just gotta make it yours

eviltony197666

Sep 14, 2003

Dude...I dig your photos...Lot better then mine I must say...Yeah....You rock and stuff...oh yeah..thanks for the fav...Don't think I won't forget about this....

fukcface

Jun 23, 2003

Slushie!!!

Thanks for that favorite. It's great to see you back. Post some work!!!

gaston

May 15, 2003

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how dare you taint "corpus fili x" with your sexual perversities! ;) (Wink)

hehe, thanks for the comment - the one, i must say, that is most indepth and considerate of the symbolic elements of that poem.

it's always a delight to read your interpretations of my poetry. thanks for never letting me down.

take care josh.

peace.
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beautifulperil

May 13, 2003

thankies for the comment luv josh! i heart you muchly!