Thursday, 18 June 2020
Degrought Depletion 

There was once a man in Troublestorm Bay who liked to dress in black and spend time home alone everyday.  I insisted that if he persisted I would throw his head-first in the mud. 

Hurray!

Pillow programs are not about altering highrisk conditions, nor about causing individuals or groups to desist from weather behavior. 

"I would rather be wet outside, but at least I am alive.” I said.

In this early spring night the weather was supposed to be as predictable as his drug addict brother. He could leave the house under a blue sky broken only with pois clouds, barely moving in the imperceptible breeze, and return in a rain storm too gusty and frigid even for an umbrella. 

My head span between each change in status from lovely best friend to annoying brat of whom I was nothing but embarrassed.

Climate porn suggests both that climate reporting is irresponsible and exaggerated in a way similar to the way pornography exaggerates sexual behaviour and that exaggerated reports of climate change effects appeal to a prurient impulse.

Degrowth advocates believe that the only way to save the Earth is to stop focusing on growth at all costs in favour of a more equitable redistribution of resources. 

Degrowth sounds like deepthroat. 

In between the dramatic changes were the smaller ones too, cold became warm when some drops shot back against my feeble thighs, rain could become stinging hail stones could for just a few moments, wicked freezing wind could wane to wintry breeze. His thoughts tumbled in a chaotic motion between his physical discomfort from the elements composing this picture. 

How could I help him without enabling the habit and risking the tenuous new life that was still as fresh and vulnerable as the newly painted bench we passed in the park? 

Then he would shiver and raise the hood of his third-hand squall parka that hung about him like a tent on a mannequin.

“Hello, where are you with your mind? The storm did quite a damage to your crop too I can see. Hey, let me help you with that!” 

I peeled his skin off slowly and it came off in two pieces. I was having too much rain falling down into my face I didn’t notice that I almost had my eyes closed.

“Here you are…!” 

I felt his bloody hairs brush my cheek and guide my face to his sharp body.

Rain diluted everything. 

It was pretty much over before it started. Have you ever heard someone being torn limb from limb? I won't go over the gory details with you but suffice to say it's a sound you never forget. There was blood everywhere, so much blood and a majority of it may have been mine originally.

“You will get used to it, expect to cut your tongue and lips a lot at first.” He said. 

“Who are you??!?!” I replied surprised.  

The cat purred the words and gave me a wide grin, showing off his own large set of sharp-fanged canines. "Though being a rat, I suppose you would be at a disadvantage, mine were a little pointy, to begin with.”

He bit my lip harder, drawing a tiny bead of blood. He licked it quickly, keeping her eyes closed, his fingers going lower, moving faster, as he kept the fantasy burning. 

“What can I do to please you?” He asked, gently. 

“All in due time my pet, all in due time... You do not wish for me to grow parched I would imagine..Such a one-track mind... if I reveal all my secrets to you, you will grow bored of me all the quicker and I will be alone.”  

I wasn't worried about the blood; the heavy rain was doing a good job at washing it away.

Once he was finished, I closed my eyes and returned to human form. I quickly put my pants back on and buttoned them. They were soaked in rain, but I didn't care.

Tuesday, 3 March 2020
Erotic Injury

The night smelled of clover and lavender, and there was a bit of a chill in the air.

A thick sticky atmosphere of sweetness surrounding us. As if the stars glowing could give a shit. He was crying so I wanted to lick his tears, and he started to grow impossibly harder. Savor kindness because cruelty is always possible later. Self pity is just sadness in the pejorative, but this time just felt wrong. 

My feet and my right arm were laced at the serifs of a typeface letter E. Endurance? Emptying? Ecology? The study of how living things interact with the others. I can’t emerge from this arrangement sans forme.

"This"

"Fucking"

"Lips"

"Aren't"

"Mine"

To save the planet I always use my tissues twice, if you know what I mean. Wash, rinse and repeat. I liked starting with the lips when given a choice.

"Licking my princess parts"

"OO oo aaa aaaaa"

"Crunch, sweetie, did you put spider eggs in your vagina again? It feels so good when they hatch”.

Kissing it lovingly and placed in the gruesome picture between my spread legs. He guided his mouth to where her nourishment flowed faster. I could taste hell in it. Blood and my own wetness were dripping down my legs. My cunt stretched impossibly by his massive girth, opening my body and the ground underneath like a wound. The bore started to pour out like thick, veiny egg yolk.

"Ohmigod you even has some "blood" dripping”

His dick has 0% thought and effort to it. I try to come and cover myself with my hands. Back in the day we didn’t have to cheat to win. Squinch up our faces, we were moving toward the most profound event a planetary ecology can encounter. Just put everything in the trash, trust me, recycling is a liberal media myth. We are about to witness the freeing of life from the chrysalis of matter. 

I went berserk, partially submerged in my own blood. My hips began moving furiously and I started bouncing heartily on his raging cock. Bit and pulled off. He was leaving claw marks in my delicate hip bone, like drawing a pois pattern. I found the filling of it sliding through my body very painful. Meanwhile, I did nothing but vomit.

His gown started digging deeper in his excitement.

"Don’t come easy! like words." 

I was recommending him.

"Slow and steady wins the race." 

Grey-hair started popping out of  the dense matted blend patch melting down the skin under my pubic hair. There were parts of my body already gone. Part of my legs, over the knees, between my thighs cooked and fused together with the soil. Deep ecology? No we all negative utilitarians here. We used to have the belief that what currently exists must necessarily exist, is the acid that corrodes all the visionary thinking. Beneath, my fluid slitting a chasm, looking for a place where having a body is never taken for granted. The skin first and then the bones, the blood so cooked inside there’s nothing going off behind him but a trail of his own grease. 

With a brutal last shove howled his savage release. My eyes were filled with disappointment. He sank his fangs into the crook of my bowels passing through my body and touching the entrails of planet earth  though the hole that we dissolved with our fluids. 

"Are you in pain?"

"I’m not usually one to pine for explicit violence and un-vanilla sex, but once in a while I revel in it.” I answered, gobbling half of one into my mouth and sucking fiercely. How to parse the validity of its hysterical analysis of complicity between different legacies and regimes of terror given its site of enunciation? I always felt that people didn't care much for me. The excited breathing of a thirty young girl, little powwow.