There Are No Others Darker - SCRIBBLES AND BITS WRITERS CHALLENGE #4

Originally Posted on August 15, 2012

Born from blood and a pumping heart

but not pushed from a female fashion

A flick of a brush and a scrape of a knife

is how we were created with passion

A hand held tool picked with care

created our features so frightening

A brilliant artist and a human male

whose ideas crack around him like lightening 

Here we stand with looks of boundless rage

to exist on canvas for eternity only knowing this

And if you get close enough and listen

you will certainly hear us hiss

We are a group of malicious creatures

there are no others darker

Spewed from the brain of genius and filth

from the one and only mastermind…

Clive Barker

Disco Cowboy

Originally Posted on April 2, 2012

 PLEASE PRESS PLAY AND THEN PROCEED... 

 I step in the door

The sweat slippery in my pointy boots

My skinny legs prickly

My crotch feeling loose

I look left and look right

I shrug my shoulders up and down

Bend my little knees...

…until it hurts

I feel so cool and tight

I squeeze my butt cheeks

...with all my might

I'm looking so damn good

My hair is shiny slick

My cowboy hat tilted just right

My neck is tan and wrinkled

My sunglasses reflect the lights

In the disco heated night

It’s a psychosomatic colorful scene

I look down at the floor

I see condoms piled like chowder

I shuffle grind them under my boots

I'll turn them into fuck powder

My essence is wanted by all

The people all tilt their heads

Their maws open to spill

Can we be your fans?

Touch me there if you can

I’m your Boogie Man

That’s what I am…

Dalis - Scribbles Challenge #121

Originally Posted on July 2, 2011

Write something using the following words:
Optative
Paroxysm
Quark
Xylotherapy
Zuppa

He was in an extremely optative mood.  He did not have the guts to carry out what he most desired which was she, but just thinking about it made him sweat.  He could smell the pungent odor coming from his feet.  This was such a problem and always kept him from getting her.  Even a she dog would give him a sorry look after one sniff, and then do a 360.  It reminded him of the distinct aroma of quark; his favorite cheese….his stomach began to rumble.  What the heck?  The smell of his feet was making him hungry…why did he have to be so weird, just like the kids at school always reminded him he was.   He remembered when he was a child of five and his Ma was standing in front of the stove cooking some steamy Zuppa for dinner which was the smelliest soup (he thought) in the world, and she would yell, Dalis!! I can smell yer feet from beyond this here stanky soup!  Now go wash them ugly filthy critters!  But washing them never helped damnit!  Wish others liked the bouquet that came from his shoe shifters.   Just the thought of it brought on a paroxysm so hard and loud that he felt his gut would split!  It was friggin’ funny anyway.  One time his Ma took him to some hole in the wall magical doctor with eyes like pinholes.  Don’t even know how he saw outta those things.  He tried to pull out the never-ending stink using xylotherapy.  What a joke.  There’s only one thing wood was good for, and he would never give up trying to be good.

SCRIBBLES CHALLENGE # 77 - Dare You Look at Me?

Originally Posted on June 11, 2010

I was once a very smiley cute little girl. Waking up every morning happy to greet the day with my bright blue little girl eyes..

 …but…then…

…the throws of evil twisted me when I was 12 and from that point on I was transformed into an almost non-descriptive mix of innocence, beauty and hideousness.

My hair is ebony and flows to my shoulders in a tangled mass of waves. It’s been many years since it’s been brushed or washed.

My face is scratched with many aged un-healing lesions. My lips are extremely dry and cracked and encrusted with dried pea soup colored, blood and yellow bile that have spewed forth from my gut and past my vestibule on to my outer being, where it stays and ages into various stunning colors. I do this when I get displeased, and I never wipe my mouth after. I am also capable of the most menacing impish grin you will ever see.

My eyes are green and have a dead look with very dark circles, but at the same time if you anger me or are anything holy (like a priest) pays me a visit they will roll back into my head revealing a pure white, or they can pierce malice through your soul with one glance.

My neck is extra flexible and I can twist it around as I wish, usually to the dismay of the non-possessed population as I spin my head around to view what’s in back of me. I can also perform a frog like trick, where the front of my throat blows up like a skin bubble and this is really quite entertaining - I think anyway.

My body is petite and on my skin, which looks very corpse-like, are many gashes and abrasions, which sometimes leak liquids like milk and cherry juice. My skin also tastes like sweet peanut butter, or so I’ve been told…and I am always barefoot. I have the ability to levitate whenever I feel the desire. I can also do a mean back-bend when the need arises.

Upon my body is a nightgown that is filthy and old. It is laden with green and yellow stains and caked blood and has been splashed with holy water on occasion. I never change this nightgown, and it is filthy….and I am Regan…

...dare you look at me?

 

Searching Humans

Originally Posted on October 24, 2011

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Judgment_%28Michelangelo%29

 Artist Michelangelo Year 1537-1541

The sky is below my feet.  The movement and blending of flesh is everywhere; crowding and acting upon whatever may be their whim.  I have but two eyes to absorb this and truly I need more.  
He bares the weight of a wooden cross with bedraggled humans grasping on behind him only adding more burdens to his distress.  His nude skin is splintered on his back.  Onlookers fly by and he hears a tambourine jingling softly.  Is that a hand he feels creeping into the crack of his muscled buttocks?
He must deliver the column of cement as he floats through the sky.  He will share the weight with the others.  His loincloth is drifting downward and dissolving into a buttery mist.  Is that a baby’s head he sees in the vapor with green vomit on its chin?
She is being pinched severely but she can’t see where it’s coming from, the blue sash wrapped around her head is preventing any sight.  Her foot is being tickled.  Is that hot breath she feels on the back of her knee?
He thinks my penis is extremely minuscule, and I need to pass gas from the other end, but that old man crawling behind me seems nice.  I am going to keep my hand glued to my thigh and resist the temptation to grab that beautiful derriere.  Is that Him I see?
He holds the human pelt in his hand and points the guilty blade towards all who come into its path.  He will do it again.  He is worthy...see how his servant lovingly attaches himself to his back?
He must be careful or he will scratch the face of the orange haired girl behind him with the little ladder that he has his shoulder jammed into.  Why are those men wrestling like that? 
He’s biting his shoulder, he’s sniffing his underarm, and he’s breaking his back.  Is that nine spikes on that weapon?
Wrapped around his legs so tight a demon is pulling him down with all his might.  And down farther below his Father’s face starts to show – he can see through his tears as clear as mud.  And then a man is spotted beneath - is it a snake or an eel, that upon his genitalia it is making its meal?
He will not tolerate anyone on his boat.  He will use the ore again without hesitation.  Can you see how the man is suffering from its blow?
The dead shall rise he thinks as he carries his brother’s corpse and attempts to lift it towards the heavens.  He is much more respectful as the man next to him is holding his loved one upside down.  Is that half a person he sees, or is he just on his knees?
I can no longer bare to look down at the sky so I look up at the ground and it is plain...so I look down again, and I see the alter with Jesus on the cross, upside-down.  How can this be? 
A FEW CLUES:

Originally Posted on December 11, 2010

Everyone gets to make one big mistake - and if your waiting on me, well, I guess your gonna have to wait. Cuz I'm saving mine up for a very very special day - when I can fuck it all up in the most spectacular way!
One of the best songs and videos ever.

I Fell into this Freaky Vortex

Original Post January 27, 2010

When I first signed up for this blogging site I noticed that there was a lot of love being flung around just as easy as poop in a monkey's cage. I always would say to myself – how the hell do these people love each other so much? They don’t even know who they all are! What a huge pile of steaming crap!!!!  I even felt a little nauseous after seeing some of the comments filled with so much bullsh*t LOVE!! Love is hard to achieve in my book; it does not come easy. BUT I can honestly say that I have completely fallen in love with two individuals on Thoughts. I have fallen head over heals in love with their minds. I never thought this would happen but it did…after reading their posts for many months now, I can see how extremely exquisite their brains are. 

I Have Found My Soulmate

Original Posted on January 4, 2010 - Before I met my real Soulmate Manitou/BungleGrind

...and his name is....

Basket Case....he is really really great in bed so I can overlook the rest.