Paradoxia: A Predator's Diary

The unspeakable sexual confessions of legend Lydia Lunch; advent by way of Jerry Stahl, afterword through Thurston Moore.

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Marty, grinning within the backseat, relieved him of his pockets. I felt like snatching the keys from the ignition, simply to fuck with him. I allow it slide. uninterested in him through now. We jumped out of the auto. The mark sped away. It’d take him at the very least a part an hour to navigate his approach out of the economic park, floundering for the go out which ended in the downtown highway. We took a small detour at the as far back as the truck. Snuck within an deserted safeguard put up to kiss and grope. warmth and aid flooding the small constitution as we fucked like highschool scholars out on a primary date. giggling concerning the idiot’s unravel to carry onto the corporate motor vehicle. Unreal the way in which a few humans behaved. That kick stored us going for a couple of days. until eventually that previous itch reappeared. An itch we couldn’t withstand. We’d usually wander the freeways trying to find hitchhikers. decide up somebody who caught their thumb out. Stuff them into front of the pickup. Tight squeeze. by no means had a online game plan. We’d force in silence, vibing at the chances. Instinctively clicking into every one other’s area. surprised that any one nonetheless had the fucking nerve to get within a cellular demise catch. after all, I did all of it the time. settle for rides from on the subject of someone. yet i used to be assorted. I had a purpose. Had the sting. was once ready. higher ready than the aptitude assailant. Armed with mace, the greenback knife. A danger to their sanity. Teasing them with innuendo. brief skirts. crimson lips. frightened for one fake stream. A cause, excuse. To spray them. Stick ’em. Terrorize. We used the map just like the I Ching. Open to a random web page. Drop the automobile keys. force. The cab of the truck, a Coney Island of the brain. A netherworld of perpetual twilight. purple, white, gold lighting scattershot over never-ending road. riding for miles to get nowhere. misplaced, the right place. Trapped in a time region the place the calendar freezes. metal cocoon. steel womb. Flagged down whereas stalking the Hollywood Hills. She jumped in entrance of the truck. Hysterical. Small-boned black youngster. Waving frantically. Screaming for support. wearing waitress get-up. Pulled over, pulled her up into front seat. informed her to settle down, stroking her hair. middleaged white males kidnapped her at gunpoint from the bus cease in entrance of the donut store she labored at in Watts. could have been law enforcement officials. Threatened to shoot if she didn’t suck them off. She did. received dumped up within the hills. requested for a experience again to the bus cease. Couldn’t move domestic but. needed to paintings on an excuse. If she advised her father what occurred, there’d be hell to pay. He’d move on a rampage. We drove in silence again to Watts. Marty and that i either getting off on her worry. Evil adequate to think about turning again round, using her again as much as the hills, and repeating her nightmare. the concept on my own was once adequate. We dropped her on the bus cease, spent at the terrible misdeeds we had either been wonderful. like all different junkie, we have been hooked. Poisoned on adrenalin. hooked on it. Strung out. You up the ante and crash two times as demanding the subsequent time. desire two times as a lot to get off. all started making me ill. Sucking up the filthy remnants trailing fear’s shadow.

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