August 31, 2004
and the morning after...
he woke up still clutching his bottle of bacardi rum.
i must have dozed off. it had been 8 hours ago that he reached home. as he lumbered out of the bedroom door in the limbo of his hangover, vestiges of the night before- spread thin, porous- materialised within his mind.
he looked at the wound on his arm.
8 1/2 hrs ago
'are you drunk?'
'ha are you kidding? like a chimney!'
and that was her cue. 'come, let me take you home.'
'heh heh your mine or place?'
she was driving her Murciélago that night. you know, to impress. they made their way to the members' car park, which was an exclusive and well-kept expanse. amidst the row of Continentals and Modenas and Phantoms, rested her stunning yellow sportscar. she grabbed him by the elbow and whispered into his ear,
'what do you want me to be?'
'huh?'
'anything at all. just say it. what do you want me to be?' she nibbled on his ear lobe as the last few words left her lips.
'i want you to be blind, i want you to be a masochist, and i want you to be japanese.'
she smiled, as if he had said what she wanted to hear. 'come then,' she dragged him towards the Murciélago.
'when shall i start?' she asked him as they got out of the car.
'when we're upstairs.' the awkwardness of her manner seemed to be sobering him up a bit. but his world was still spinning.
she smiled again.
as they reached the top of the stairs, she pushed him against the wall and took out a black strip of satin and started tying it over her eyes. a minute had passed when he finally realised what she was doing. he leaned towards her, and instinctively she met his lips. it wasn't meant to be passionate, for he bit deep into her lips. tongues interlocked as he tasted her blood.
'mm, again...'
he bit her lower lip again so hard that he cringed. he tasted more blood, and so did she. she moaned in gratification, so he continued drawing blood from her lips. with each bite she quivered, and with each bite he grew with desire for her blood.
he ripped off her satin blindfolds.
'you're not blind!' he declared with burning rage. she weakened with pleasure at what she heard. hesitating for only a fleeting moment, he smote her with his fist. she collapsed to the floor, panting hard. she stared at him as if requesting for something she couldn't say. he grabbed the foot that was closer to him and pulled off her stiletto-heeled shoe, smashing the pointed phallic object into her eye. an intense burning sensation ripped through her brain and she screamed. unmoved, he jabbed the stiletto-heel into her other eye.
'ha, now you really are blind.'
'i've never done this before, but i'm glad i'm doing it,' she said after calming herself down.
he tore her crimson toga top down and threw his face at her breasts, running his tongue around her nipples. she was growing wild with anticipation, and rhythmically thrust her chest out. he withdrew abruptly and pinched her hard on her nipples. she wouldn't give in, and instead begged for more. he moved his mouth over them and chewed on them. when they were severed he spat them out one by one. he stared at her imperfect beauty and marvelled at what he had done.
she smiled back at him.
'i have a machete in the balcony, honey.'
'go get it for me.'
she was eager to comply as she fumbled out of the bed. she reached her hands out in an attempt to feel her way to the balcony, blood stubbornly flowing down her body. seeing that she was heading straight for a wall, he stormed towards her and kicked her in her back.
'the balcony, bitch! go to the balcony!' he yelled at her. she knew that she always rose to meet challenges, so his intervention made her happy.
'i've got the machete!' she exclaimed like a fisherman who'd just made the biggest catch in his life. she lay it on the bed for him, and then lay herself next to the machete.
'you know why i said japanese?' he asked.
'no. why?'
'ever heard of kamikaze pilots? the fuckers who gave their lives to bomb us in the war? the japanese have a strong culture of sacrificial behaviour, which came about with the emergence of the samurais. to them nothing was bigger than suicide, for suicide was seen as the ultimate self-sacrifice. society praises and encourages those who sacrifice because it prevents the rest of us from needing to sacrifice. the ultimate sacrifice- a blood sacrifice- was seen as a recognition of shame and wrong-doing. it was the only honourable thing to do to cleanse a person and those involved with him.'
'i see where you're going with this,' she cooed impishly. she took the machete in her right hand and raised it to her throat. 'then tonight never happened, my love,' she said as she poised to slash her neck. he grabbed the bottle of rum on the bedside table and took a swig from it, bracing himself for a morbid swansong.
and only then did it occur to him what was happening. like an alarm had gone off in his head, he suddenly reached over to snatch the blade away. she was more ambitious than he was: her slit-open neck gushed blood, and his vague attempt to stop her was rewarded with a deep gash on his arm.
Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me
1:28 AM
post #750
i never thought i'd ever come so far with this blog.
12:23 AM
August 10, 2004
david tan: the life and times
a conversation between david (the pinker tones) and myself (so close your eyes, my young bride)
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
velvet revolver's album is solid as hell..so close your eyes, my young bride says:
i swear.
the pinker tones says:
harvin's language
the pinker tones says:
its good la
[I proceed to send david a file, do it for the kids by velvet revolver]
the pinker tones says:
but i dont really like those kinda rock
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
this song's pretty good
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
oh is it..
the pinker tones says:
makes me go crazy
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
?
the pinker tones says:
like temptin me to go kill someone
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
wait..
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
ohh..
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
damn.
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
shit
the pinker tones says:
you never have that kinda feeling before
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
i dunno man..
the pinker tones says:
like when you listen to marlyn manson
the pinker tones says:
and all those satanic shit
the pinker tones says:
and you try to understand them and see the beauty in it
the pinker tones says:
and then you get pulled into it so much
the pinker tones says:
that its scary
so close your eyes, my young bride says:
yea but it doesn't make me wanna kill..
the pinker tones says:
not kill la
the pinker tones says:
i dunno la
the pinker tones says:
it makes me feel like abuse and violence is beautiful
6:50 PM
August 01, 2004
See I reckon you're about an 8 or a 9,
Maybe even 9 and a half in four beers time.
That blue topshop top you've got on IS nice,
Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high.
But theres just one little thing that really really,
Really really annoying me about you you see,
Yeah yeah like i said you are really fit
But my gosh don't you just know it
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though i would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit But my gosh dont you know it
So when i looked at you standing there with your hoard,
I was waiting in the que looking at the board
Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford
When i noticed out the corner of my eye
Looking toward my direction
Your eyes locked onto my course
I couldnt concentrate on what i wanted to order,
Which cost me my place in the queue i waited for YEAH
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though i would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit But my gosh dont you know it
Whoa! Leave it out
Are you smoking something?
Leave it Out
Mike just leave it just leave it
We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment
S'not worth it mike, just leave it
Dont Touch Me, S'not Worth It
Dont Touch Me, D-, Look Im Alright Dont Touch me
For a while there i was thinkin - yeah but what if?
Picturin' myself pullin with bare white hot wit
Snarin you as you were standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it i swear you didnt tick
And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing
Was clockin onto you too yeah i had to admit
That yeah yeah you are fit,
And yeah i do want it,
But i stop sharkin' for a minute to get chips and drinks
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though i would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit But my gosh dont you know it
Oy, just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand
I was like nah, even though you look grand
But you look sharp there smilin hard suggesting and
Gleaming away with your hearty hearty lookin tan
But i admit the next bit was spanner to my plan
You walked towards my path but just brushed right past
And into the arms of that fuckin' white shirted man
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though i would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit But my gosh dont you know it
Oh what do i give a fuck .. i've got a girlfirend anyway
(whoa, we've all had a drink mate)
We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair play
I got this stella i bombed from that last cafe
This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yay
I did fancy you a bit though yeah i must say
I would rather i hadnt mugged myself on display
But this is just another case of female stopping play
On otherwise a total result of a holiday
I'm not trying to pull you
Even though i would like to
I think you are really fit
You're fit But my gosh dont you know it
the streets - fit but you know it
2:44 PM
