The land of fuck
is not for sale.
Caught between
the muslin curtains
of the nursery
and the red damask
of the whorehouse,
the gambling den,
the mafia chieftans'
restaurant
(in whose backroom the big men
with big bellies,
big guns,
and little dicks
gamble lives
away
on a flipped card
or a throw
of bones)-
The land of fuck
is not for sale.
You can steal it
if you dare.
In a dream
you can ascend
to the special room
above the shadowy El
where, amid the rattling trains
carrying bug-eyed
exhibitionists
and drooling
adolescent boys
with perpeptual
hard-ons,
the students of Fuck
go to spill their lives away
and the semen pools
under their luminous chairs.
The Land of Fuck
is not for sale
anymore than
the sea is,
and it smells the same.
Ocean wreckage
at low tide: salt and rot
and sea meat left in the sun
too long,
sweet slime
between epochs of bone
and dust.
The Land of Fuck
is not for sale -
which does not mean
it has no price.
The tax
is tranquility, calm,
and the stillness of life.
The Land of Fuck
has a price.
Boys
From Saturday, February 27, 2010
I love boys.
I can't get enough of boys.
I am addicted to boys.
I am under their spells
and under their thumbs.
Is that so wrong?
I don't discriminate
when it comes to boys.
I love boys.
Boys whose hair I can grab
in fistfuls.
Boys with none to pull on.
Boys covered in tattoos.
Boys with no tattoos.
Tall and skinny boys.
Tall and stocky boys.
Boys with piercings.
Boys with goatees.
Ones with bright blue eyes,
ones with dark brown eyes.
Boys that drive big loud trucks.
Ones that shoot guns,
ones that flash dimples.
Boys that love me,
boy that hurt me.
I love boys.
Ones that treat me right,
ones that break my heart.
Boys to spend the night with,
boys to kick out of my bed.
Ones that make me scream in pain,
ones that make me scream in pleasure
and ones that can do both.
Oh, how I love boys.
Boys that ride motorcycles.
Younger ones, older ones,
ones close to my age.
Boys that fuck me,
boys that make love to me.
The ones that exist
only in my imagination,
the ones that I see
almost every day.
Boy friends, boy lovers.
What difference does it make?
They are all still my boys.
Even if I can never
call some of them mine.
Whether I've cried over them
or under them, I love boys.
Whether they've used their weapon
for my destruction or my pleasure,
I can't stop loving them.
I love boys with my heart
or I love boys with my cunt.
I let them decide which it is
they want to accept.
I love boys even when
they don't love me back.
Boys I've known for years,
boys I have yet to meet.
I love them even when
I say I hate them.
Boys with a twinkle in their eye,
boys with a sinister one.
Ones that make me cum,
ones I will not allow
between my legs.
God, I love boys.
I love boys.
I can't get enough of boys.
I am addicted to boys.
I am under their spells
and under their thumbs.
Is that so wrong?
I don't discriminate
when it comes to boys.
I love boys.
Boys whose hair I can grab
in fistfuls.
Boys with none to pull on.
Boys covered in tattoos.
Boys with no tattoos.
Tall and skinny boys.
Tall and stocky boys.
Boys with piercings.
Boys with goatees.
Ones with bright blue eyes,
ones with dark brown eyes.
Boys that drive big loud trucks.
Ones that shoot guns,
ones that flash dimples.
Boys that love me,
boy that hurt me.
I love boys.
Ones that treat me right,
ones that break my heart.
Boys to spend the night with,
boys to kick out of my bed.
Ones that make me scream in pain,
ones that make me scream in pleasure
and ones that can do both.
Oh, how I love boys.
Boys that ride motorcycles.
Younger ones, older ones,
ones close to my age.
Boys that fuck me,
boys that make love to me.
The ones that exist
only in my imagination,
the ones that I see
almost every day.
Boy friends, boy lovers.
What difference does it make?
They are all still my boys.
Even if I can never
call some of them mine.
Whether I've cried over them
or under them, I love boys.
Whether they've used their weapon
for my destruction or my pleasure,
I can't stop loving them.
I love boys with my heart
or I love boys with my cunt.
I let them decide which it is
they want to accept.
I love boys even when
they don't love me back.
Boys I've known for years,
boys I have yet to meet.
I love them even when
I say I hate them.
Boys with a twinkle in their eye,
boys with a sinister one.
Ones that make me cum,
ones I will not allow
between my legs.
God, I love boys.
I'm Back!
I'm going to get back into updating this thing. Stupid Tumblr has to be awesome and take up most of the time I spend on the damn computer. Oh yeah, and then there's life, too.
Currently,
-Ma and I are still in the house. It's still rocky and a little uncertain, but we're still here, and I believe in my heart she's not going anywhere. I will fuck someone's day up if they try to make her. Seriously. I will fuck their day UP.
-I've severed my ties with my father, for the most part. I see him at family functions, but I've moved on from trying to sustain a relationship. I was given the responsibility of closing down the shop over the summer when he started his new job. The last straw was having a contractor try to rip me a new asshole because of my father's actions. Nothing like telling a guy you don't even know that what your father does is no longer any of your business, you don't give a shit, and to please fuck off with tears rolling down your face. After that episode I calmly but firmly told my father that I was walking away from the business, that I don't care what he does in his spare time, I don't care anymore if he's drinking, and I did not appreciate getting bitched at as a result of his actions. That was that and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
-As for the other toxic man in my life, the infamous Buzzard, all ties have been severed with him as well and Holy fuck it's like I can breathe again! We haven't spoken since the 4th of July. To this day I don't know why, but I do know that I am SO much better off.
But I do love the fact that I'm still fucking one of his friends, unbeknownst to Buzzard of course, and his cousin and I are talking again.
-Work is going really well and I am kicking serious ass.
-I have found a wonderful friend in Andy, my road dog, my sidekick, my partner-in-crime. And Tyler. The three of us are the ultimate, most entertaining Shit Show of Wilmington.
-My nephew is growing up SO fast! He just turned a year old and he's walking and talking and seriously? The most beautiful baby. Ever. No doubt about it.
-Yeah, I still sleep around like it's my job, (sometimes I wish it were because I'd be making serious loot and maybe actually pay off my student loans before I die,) but it's all in good fun.
So hopefully I can manage to keep this blog fresh, as I've been tweaking my writing style, and for anyone who actually does take the time to read it, thanks. I hope you continue to enjoy.
Love,
Dane
Currently,
-Ma and I are still in the house. It's still rocky and a little uncertain, but we're still here, and I believe in my heart she's not going anywhere. I will fuck someone's day up if they try to make her. Seriously. I will fuck their day UP.
-I've severed my ties with my father, for the most part. I see him at family functions, but I've moved on from trying to sustain a relationship. I was given the responsibility of closing down the shop over the summer when he started his new job. The last straw was having a contractor try to rip me a new asshole because of my father's actions. Nothing like telling a guy you don't even know that what your father does is no longer any of your business, you don't give a shit, and to please fuck off with tears rolling down your face. After that episode I calmly but firmly told my father that I was walking away from the business, that I don't care what he does in his spare time, I don't care anymore if he's drinking, and I did not appreciate getting bitched at as a result of his actions. That was that and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
-As for the other toxic man in my life, the infamous Buzzard, all ties have been severed with him as well and Holy fuck it's like I can breathe again! We haven't spoken since the 4th of July. To this day I don't know why, but I do know that I am SO much better off.
But I do love the fact that I'm still fucking one of his friends, unbeknownst to Buzzard of course, and his cousin and I are talking again.
-Work is going really well and I am kicking serious ass.
-I have found a wonderful friend in Andy, my road dog, my sidekick, my partner-in-crime. And Tyler. The three of us are the ultimate, most entertaining Shit Show of Wilmington.
-My nephew is growing up SO fast! He just turned a year old and he's walking and talking and seriously? The most beautiful baby. Ever. No doubt about it.
-Yeah, I still sleep around like it's my job, (sometimes I wish it were because I'd be making serious loot and maybe actually pay off my student loans before I die,) but it's all in good fun.
So hopefully I can manage to keep this blog fresh, as I've been tweaking my writing style, and for anyone who actually does take the time to read it, thanks. I hope you continue to enjoy.
Love,
Dane
Bit Players
Uncontrollable falsities
smoke and mirrors
They are all so busy
putting on their magic shows
lying to everyone
but above all lying to
themselves
Eventually there will be
nothing left to believe in
And they will wonder
where it all went wrong
They build falsities around
everything they love
And mutilate their truths
with lies that drip saccharine
But when the shutter clicks
those truths are caught
frozen in time
Because their eyes can't lie
The shutter clicks and
reveals that everything
is one big magic show
Their lives are outlined with
pictures of how the way
things are supposed to look
Sadly most of us are too dumb
to see through the fake-ness
Or just don't have the
energy to even care
Those of us that get
sucked into their giant
black tar pits of truths
are merely shadows in the
background of their nauseating
personas created for
all the world to see
smoke and mirrors
They are all so busy
putting on their magic shows
lying to everyone
but above all lying to
themselves
Eventually there will be
nothing left to believe in
And they will wonder
where it all went wrong
They build falsities around
everything they love
And mutilate their truths
with lies that drip saccharine
But when the shutter clicks
those truths are caught
frozen in time
Because their eyes can't lie
The shutter clicks and
reveals that everything
is one big magic show
Their lives are outlined with
pictures of how the way
things are supposed to look
Sadly most of us are too dumb
to see through the fake-ness
Or just don't have the
energy to even care
Those of us that get
sucked into their giant
black tar pits of truths
are merely shadows in the
background of their nauseating
personas created for
all the world to see
Photo
via 14.media.tumblr.com: "
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Everything about this photo is right. The positioning of her hands, the angle of her legs, the directions in which her toes are pointing, the stark black and white contrast. I love it all.
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Everything about this photo is right. The positioning of her hands, the angle of her legs, the directions in which her toes are pointing, the stark black and white contrast. I love it all.
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