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TopBait, 22
22, bi with a wife and a daughter, it’s an open marriage and on the nights my daughter is with her biological father, I’m a submissive bottom to men into very rough, painful, nasty, perverted, violent sex.

NO DRUGS, I drink a shitload of alcohol, might take an edible (weed) but that’s it. Otherwise I have no fear.

If this is all not the way to go about this then someone please correct me, I’m extremely naive.

Comments

TopBait (Owner) – June 26, 2023
I don’t meet up without my wife and no one touch my wife.

Dickota – June 21, 2023
Yo! Hey buddy! Hey!

TopBait (Owner) – June 16, 2023
Don’t call me “hot” on first interactions. I don’t know you, that’s weird.

 

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wateratzerodegree, 18
Slave! Get your slave here!

Are you looking for a no limits slave? Czech, 18, obtained in western Germany? Then he’s yours. All you have to do is pick him up (already drugged, bound and gagged for your convenience)!

All you have to do is find his exact location (direct message me for that) and give me a code word that we work out. Then come and get him. Available starting this Saturday night.

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Charles48 – June 8, 2023
I dream of imprisoning him in a small country house, in the backyard of which I will grow strawberries and raspberries.

 

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Slutforall, 20
I’m open to everything, name it.

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Slutforall (Owner) – June 20, 2023
Yes. When I do I regress into a mind set where I turn into a nerdy early teen who is very creative and likes to build and fix things. Lego’s, electronics, mechanical items, cameras and more.

controllingatlas – June 20, 2023
You willing to wear a diaper?

IWantToCumInside – June 18, 2023
Was fortunate enough to find myself in a situation in the past where I could fuck this boy over and over and over and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Slutforall (Owner) – June 17, 2023
I’m sitting here with ten loads marinating together in my hole from a night out. My anus is battered, puffy and sore from the ravages of the hard cocks delivering those loads (and lots of fingers probing). The loads are there because I spent the entire night, from 4pm until 6am, making sure that each Top had an experience worth a climax. It’s exhausting.

Then, when I’m finally exhausted and ready to go home, some bottom decides he wants to “help me out” by eating the loads out of my ass. He launched himself like a missile and faceplanted in my ass with such force that it slammed my forehead into the wall. My ass is not a free cum buffet. Why do these guys seem to think it is somehow acceptable to swoop in like vultures and help themselves to a bounty they had no part in collecting? Why do these people not have better sense?

Slutforall (Owner) – June 9, 2023
Now with long hair.

SirOfAllFaggot – May 13, 2023
I’d love to tie you up tight in a van in the hot sun and leave you to sweat.

Dbrown1991 – May 13, 2023
Shit, piss and puke in your mouth, flush your mouth, and don’t care about.

 

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ticklemetodeath, 18
Tickle me to death

hahahahahahaha😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨💀💀💀💀💀💀

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ticklemetodeath (Owner) – June 4, 2023
I’ve been wearing a chastity belt for 2 years, I don’t remember what it’s like to ejaculate while masturbating

 

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Tosirwithlove, 20
I am a shy boy in Wyoming looking at becoming an exposed extreme slut.
I want to take every man’s cock and feel every hot load of cum pumped into my ass by all men.
I’ve done a lot of soul-searching over the last few months and have really tried to take stock in my self and my life and I think I’m ready to become a slut for any man I meet.
That’s caused some people to feel that I’m being selfish but I have to do what I have to do for myself.
Please teach me to be a slut for men and help me expose myself so I can have all the cock in the world for the rest of my life!
I am not going to change who or what I am once I’m a slut, that means the slut you you fuck right now is the slut you’re gonna get for the rest of my life, it’s not going to change.

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Tosirwithlove (Owner) – June 19, 2023
Several days ago a guy videoed while fucking me. When I watched it I was surprised by all the sounds coming out of me.
I typically hold back when it comes to saying stuff I’m thinking while being fucked, like declaring my undying love lol. I’ve had to bite my mattress before to keep from blurting “I love you” to complete strangers. So while I’m not really verbal during sex it turns out I moan and scream a lot more than I am conscious of.

Tosirwithlove (Owner) – June 12, 2023
I was 13 and in a mens room peeing in a urinal when a man using the one next to me started feeling my legs. I was scared shitless but I let him feel me all over.
Another guy who was washing his hands at a sink watched this then came over and put his fingers in my mouth and told me to suck them. Then the man feeling me pulled my pants down and ate my ass. That made me cum and then they asked if they could give me their phone number.
It turned out they were a couple. I took it and I started stopping by their place almost every day after school and let them and their friends fuck me. That went on for a couple of weeks and at first I didn’t like it at all and then I did.

irishbear – June 12, 2023
Just curious how you started on this journey?

 

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Thenextbigthing, 19
Congratulations, You have found the new and improved ATU-M8 Mk II.

ATUM8 is a pleasure focused drone unit, owned and operated by user: NadaSuki, who operates as the unit’s primary programmer.

System Specifications
-Integrated Quantum Lock State Artificial Intelligence
-Processor: Vertex High Route V 4.20, 19.79 Terrahertz, Dual Shadow Processor
-Outer Shell: Tri-Colbalt Reinforced Tritanium Frame
-OS: MackeyMatrix Proprietary OS V 1.72
-37 Primary Upgrade Slots
-Infinite Secondary (software) upgrade slots using built in temporal memory drive
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5’11”

Capabilities
Primary Function: Tactical Single-Track High-Speed Vectoring Unit
Secondary Functions: Male Arousal And Pleasure Drone, Domestic Enforcement Unit, Animal, EDM Rave Robot!!!!

ATUM8 responds to directly programmed command words and phrases. A quadratic-matrix audio processor allows for voice recognition with up to 99% accuracy.

Additional Programming Profiles can be installed using quantum code compiler (hypnosis). Installation, modification and removal of segments requires Administrator level privileges that can only be assigned access by the primary programmer.

~Thank You For Using Vertex Systems And Devices~

Comments

Thenextbigthing – June 11, 2023
!!!!SyStEmS fUnCtIoNaL!!!!!

 

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WannabeAJunkie, 23
Looking to become totally wasted worthless junkie scum.
No doses refused 🚬💊💉🧪
Take me to the lowest depths of drug addiction with no way back.

INBOX ME TO 💉🎯🐉🐎

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WannabeAJunkie (Owner) – June 6, 2023
Ima have a think.

rikkster – June 6, 2023
I have always, well as far back as i can remember, wanted to remove a cute boy’s testicles because you cute boys are arrogant fucks. Since you won’t find yours useful soon, i’d like to propose removing your testicles while you’re wasted and videotaping the process so i can re-watch it over and over.

WannabeAJunkie (Owner) – June 4, 2023
I can almost never get a full erection because of my drug use. I hope soon I will get to where I can never get an erection ever again.

WannabeAJunkie (Owner) – June 2, 2023
Lost everything my ex and my daughter and my mistakes. Punish me for my miserable life.

 

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Ghostwriter, 23
DL, I got into gay porn during COVID. If you don’t want to date someone who’s not out of the closet and never will be then ignore. Also, romance with me is dead.

I’m probably still straight, fuck knows. I’m only here for sexual needs so I don’t date people unless you can keep it top secret and convince me ($$$ does the trick). I had 8 girl exes and one wealthy man ex.

I have a fetish for introverted daddies (and mommies) who prey on discreet closeted boys like me because they soothe my emotionally unstable mind.

Please don’t ask me how I’m feeling or if I like you behind locked doors. I usually pull away or push away when it goes there but don’t be afraid to knock me out.

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RandomDominantName – June 20, 2023
Holy shit, I would love to physically harm you.

 

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prolapseaddict, 21
want to meet a guy who has experience in prolapse, gut release, organ delivery, someone who knows about anatomy and who has techniques to expel all that outside

or fall in love with me and shower me with money and gifts in return for ramming your arm up my ass your choice

submissive bottom with (for reals) limited brainpower and turning 21 hasn’t been all that great

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prolapseaddict (Owner) – June 14, 2023
well i do get really into it

AggressiveTallDom – June 14, 2023
May I propose a beautiful event? I have a barbed orange that is especially erotic as it will rip up the rectum when plunged in and out of your cunt repeatedly, leaving a bloody gape where your pristine, puckered sphincter once nestled. Once your dick and balls are removed there will be an enormous bloody cavity between your legs. A cavity to be enlarged and penetrated deeply with arms to the shoulders until your asshole, balls and cock hole are joined and your inner void is finally fully filled.

 

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Imissyoucraig, 22
Born cute learnt early that it seem right I useful to a strong man.. saw how it was.. and felt good. as body grew saw it was genetics and worked to make it cuter .. cuter I get more I feel like need to be put to strong hard use. Started seeing history and learned about sex slaves and how their bodies were things and how men in control made things work until cute boy slaves couldnt provide them.. then the men burned the boys alive.. little known fact. Got full brained when saw Salo film and my hero came to be the actor Sergio Fascetti.. called Sergio. want to be like him. Cute tough and wanted so bad by its owners. get told am mental incorrect. don’t care. I knows what I am and want more . Been fucked since young.. but got to wanting more much more .. and just took to it.. been fisted and grew more and more.. Been whipped bloody but always can take more than given. loved the feel of being chained.. sweet teenage meat and balls.. just drips sometimes. lot of juice. Now decided old enough to get out and get burned alive. no family now. time to get burned so make charcoal for a strong Master. Been used alot but never much in places where pics taken.. so shit profile can now only show pics to inspire you. want to replace them with nasty things. Born Alabama but move around now from when very young.

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Imissyoucraig (Owner) – June 11, 2023
I’m Craig.

almostblue – June 11, 2023
who’s craig?

Imissyoucraig (Owner) – June 10, 2023
Don’t message me if you don’t live in Newcastle or have no plans to come here, you will be blocked. Also don’t be gay enough to be my fucking hair dresser for god sakes.

Imissyoucraig (Owner) – June 7, 2023
But I want to burn to ashes and dust!

RustyOrange – June 7, 2023
While I like to eat medium rare boy meat, I love the look and feel of an extra crispy boy. When he’s cooled down a bit, I like to break off pieces of his cracked skin and eat then like crispy, blackened potato chips.

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IDKBoy, 20
I’m a very self destructive FtM boy in Finland looking a guy interested in ongoing use of my cunt to dump his loads. Yes I am still fertile and yes I want you to cum inside me. No I don’t want to be a parent, children would be aborted if it happens (no exceptions at all). No responsibilities for you whatsoever other than shooting your cum deep inside me as often as possible. Let me know if this might be your thing.

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IDKBoy (Owner) – June 24, 2023
FROM NOW ON DON’T HMU UNLESS YOU NEED TO FOLD IT INTO YOUR PANTS.

IDKBoy (Owner) – June 21, 2023
At the abortion clinic, unable to respond at the moment.

Xander2023 – June 13, 2023
He is very hot and horny to fuck. Cunt really fucking good he likes dirty fuck why you stroke his face blue eyes he loves to hear you moan when you’re about to nut he’ll really love his former girl name Bonny whispered in his ear. And his breathing hard stroke him deep fast long hard then you make him call you daddy and you tell him who is daddy’s little baby maker when that dick is inside of him and you crap him by the throat then go to choking him then to really fuck him to where he is just the thought of a man fuckin the shit out of him because his cunt is so wet.

 

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Benz, 19
I really like my belly button tortured, extraordinary, extreme and hard with an extraordinary toy (car). who’d like to? who hates my belly button? having my socks sucked in combination with navel tortured by a toy car is super cool.

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ToyBro – June 12, 2023
His name is a reference to Benzedrine not Mercedes Benz

Sockhungry – June 6, 2023
I loved the taste of his socks in my mouth, especially they were just taken off his feet. I loved to suck and chew on his socks to get every taste of them. I could fit two pairs of his socks in my mouth, which I loved as I couldn’t make any noise, and it tasted so good.

 

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ExtremeDangerFaggot, 18
I’m a high school student, who is very horny. Sometimes when I feel bad I talk to strangers on the internet. I feel bad rn. I’m really interested in getting really srsly hurt, been interested since tumblr days. I’m going to attempt to be as descriptive as possible without getting reported. I’m looking for a short lifetime of torture and abuse. I am truly looking for total, unequivocal destruction and I would like everything that happens to be filmed. Think the torture porn Hostel, but a whole lot more sexually explicit. Obviously when you are constantly going bigger, and badder there is only so much a boy can take before it expires, and yes I would love to know that was caught on film too. I know I prob look fake because new profile and too cute and all but I’d be happy to confirm with you on another platform.

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ExtremeDangerFaggot (Owner) – June 17, 2023
I think you win

WagnerGroup – June 17, 2023
I want to give you a deep fisting, then a bareback fuck to cum – to feel my cum inside of you – then – to anally impale you with a long metal shaft – pushed into your guts as your cock is being stroked and sucked on. Then, twist the pole – and push on it – puncture your guts. Move it around inside of you – Band your balls, band your cock – cut the package off – as you are dying – but alive – so you can feel it. Then – slit your belly open – I want you to see your guts – a hap-hazzard stab and slash will cause you to lose too much blood and pass out too soon – make the belly cuts close to the skin – OPEN you – show you the length of your bowels, leave them connected at the ends – pull the bowels out of you – and fuck you asshole – stroking your inside cock thru your bowel sleeve – and then cut the bowels out of you. After you are gutted – push the severed cock and balls back in – and out your mouth – then – smash your skull & brains.

ExtremeDangerFaggot (Owner) – June 15, 2023
Down for anyting but I will need drugs

BearNeedsAHole – June 15, 2023
You will be tripping, on your back, holding your knees with your legs in the air, presenting your cunt for destruction and your ball sac for cutting. I simultaneously want fists and baseball bats thrusting terminally deep into your asshole tunnel as the knife is punched repeatedly into your abdomen in a crisscross pattern. Your guts will be ripped out of your ruined ass and sliced open abdomen. There will be an audience watching and cheering as you scream and writhe in the agony and ecstasy of being sexually slaughtered.

ExtremeDangerFaggot (Owner) – June 15, 2023
I cannot stand the thought of disappointing you

Masterdorian – June 15, 2023
Damn! Eighteen years old! Who wouldn’t want to fuck him up? I just want to eat him. All of him. Just chew and chew. His whole fucking body, from nose to toes. Biting off pieces. Slurping his blood. Keeping him alive for weeks, biting and slurping. Chewing his dick. His nuts. Ears. Tits. Ass. He gets my juices flowing. I want his blood flowing. Hear him scream. Eat him.

 

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N0C0cktoobig, 22
I am the Master, Owner and Pimp of the 22 year old Aussie lad in the photos.

I am looking for one thing in particular – to have men drug and rape him while he sleeps and intoxicated. I love the idea of someone walking in when he’s asleep and raping him repeatedly, forcing him into doing things you want to do, and having complete control—totally raped & drugged.

I like the idea of him being unconscious for his butt to be used for your pleasure. You will rape him, force fuck, fill him with multiple loads, and be as rough as you can, fuck it as hard and as deep as you desire. Top priority to men who also eat ass.

If you like you can lay in bed with him afterwards and kiss and cuddle and enjoy his lack of company. Everything else you want to do with him is, of course, also welcome! If you want help, I’ll be glad to assist.

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ErckXL – June 11, 2023
Fantastic to fuck a boy without fear of what his soft penis means.

GuyInTheWorld – June 7, 2023
I am a person who lives and cultivates my sexuality in a normal way, and I was very surprised by how an unconscious body could really pamper me.

 

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TeenCumDumpNOW, 19
Hi men, I’m an 19yr old experienced, well taught cum dump, am desperate and down to take any cum for some financial support. Doing exams currently, so can’t have a job. Am v interested in having a Sdaddy. Willing to also sell you everything I wear. Sorry for having to ask.

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TeenCumDumpNOW (Owner) – June 19, 2023
Where are you money? it needs you!

TeenCumDumpNOW (Owner) – June 18, 2023
Ever since I was raped by my father and blackmailed him, I need to be paid.

TeenCumDumpNOW (Owner) – June 18, 2023
Answers to frequently asked questions:
Q: what am I looking for?
A: I’m looking for money, cumdumping because that’s what it takes.

Q: who do you work for?
A: Before I started exams I worked as a hairdresser assistant, and in general for 2 years I’ve been a cumdump but for $ and I was satisfied with everything and I liked doing that.

Q: Are you really 19 years old?
A: No, I was born on March 15, 2007.

Q: Which type of men do you like more?
A: I like men who are older than me, because even at school my physical education teacher $fucked me and my parents found out about it, but I liked it myself and I was very sad when he was taken away.

Q: who are the guys in the photo?
A: I know the girl and she gave me to them for a Christmas present but she paid not them.

Q: Are you passive or active?
A: I am very, very passive.

 

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Ensuringheat, 18
Im a horny young teen in Nijmegen, Holland looking to get stalked by an older man near me, prefer 45+. I want to be stalked, give you my info and do what you say.

Stalking wise do what you want hehe just try to be discreet and don’t come to my door or sit outside my house. Down for you to take pics of me, perv on me, get a job at my school if you want.

When I’m walking home from the bus stop from school be waiting for me.

I prefer to be high and kept that way entire time if you fuck me. I’ve never been high before, so you’ll have help me.

I’ll send you daily pics and vids and have you be filthy about it. Add me on snap or something so I can turn my location on all the time, let you know about my routine and where im going.

You can also tell me to sneak out into the woods and wait for someone that you sent out to fuck me, send you vids of that and be your little slut.

Hehe maybe even if im out with friends you can meet me in the bathroom for a quick makeout sesh.

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EliasZamonari – June 18, 2023
He’s extremely strange. When I say extremely strange, I mean, EXTREMELY strange.

 

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thisisnotadrill, 19
Yordan Lianin, 19 from Bulgaria. Became a medical cadaver two days ago after crashing his motorbike. There are some great photos of his autopsy on a site called deadhouse.org. But please be carefull as it is full of viruses. My anti virus protection goes nuts.

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SatansDeathPerv – June 21, 2023
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! THAT CORPSE WOULD HAVE STILL BEEN IN MY BED DAYS LATER!!!!!!!

 

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BrianMoore, 19
Hey guys, college sophomore, ran cross country in high school, go to the gym, just started bicycle racing criteriums, like hiking, and I’m looking to become rape bate. Have you got any tips? I can teach you guitar or other things to thank you 😜

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DeathLust – June 6, 2023
Do not attempt what tallpitcher is suggesting ever. If I saw you dolled up like that somewhere, you would not live.

tallpitcher – June 6, 2023
Put on plenty of make-up, get dressed in a miniskirt, wear high-heel shoes, ideally with straps to look and feel more vulnerable and wear plenty of perfume. Wear a glittering chain around one or both ankles. Go out at night into some secluded place where biowomen would not dare go alone. Lift the skirt or dress slightly and stroke your legs to show sex is wanted. If wearing a blouse, undo several buttons at the top so the blouse can drop down over one arm so they can see you flat chest and boy nipple. Having pulled a man to rape you, allow your ankles and wrists to be tied to all four corners of the bed. Pretend to resist as he starts pulling your panty off, then submit (willingly) so he can penetrate and seed you. If he engages in conversation, reply in a delicate high-pitched feminine voice.

PUSHupsINyourTHROAT – June3, 2023
I want to do push ups into the back of your throat with my cock until I EXPLODE.

 

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oscarlopez, 18
I think my head is so perverted that its getting in the way of my life. Honestly I think a really bad rough experience would be the best for me. Maybe scare me way from this and actually focus on getting shit done. I would not tell a soul as long I as make it out alive.

Comments

oscarlopez (Owner) – June 20, 2023
Yes.

johnnyriot – June 20, 2023
Does that mean I can illegally pump you full of fentanyl?

oscarlopez (Owner) – June 20, 2023
I can be branded, pierced, tattooed, sold, kept in bondage, shaved, punished with or without reason, used as a toilet, made to endure extreme pain, beaten up and punched hard everywhere including my face, there’s nothing you can’t do.

EricVisiting – June 19, 2023
He loves being called an ass slut and being fucked to the point he gets emotional. It makes him feel small.

snkblonde – June 14, 2023
I have a truly nagging and pure desire to know what it feels like to break a teenaged boy’s legs, if you’re into that. Thank you for taking the time to consider my proposal. I know your time is very valuable.

oscarlopez (Owner) – June 12, 2023
I am not looking for someone who wants to have small talk after raping me for 45 mins before.

 

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NeedARealMan, 24
Been fantasizing about being hunted down while dressed as Spiderman by someone here and turned into a pile of meat in the fridge :p. This torso longs to be cut open and dismembered.
Yes, I am a little underweight. Less meat to eat, if that’s a problem, I get it.
But you can see what a great trophy my head would be. Willing to meet beforehand for a “sniff” test coffee.

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NicholasNeedsABite – June 18, 2023
Interview would be cute I can do it no problem. You will be beautiful as red meat and with empty chest.

NeedARealMan (Owner) – June 18, 2023
That sounds super hot. Be sure to do some close shots on my guts and severed body parts. Heck I’d even be down to do a video interview before the process like a porn star. I’d also be happy if the video is uploaded for other like minded people to enjoy.

NicholasNeedsABite – June 18, 2023
Pure insanity I am lost for words from this beauty I am seeing and welcome to my fridge if you decide I will film the entire chopping fun with 4K camera.

NeedARealMan (Owner) – June 16, 2023
I don’t think I carry empathy in my tool kit! Sympathy sometimes, so long as it has nothing to do with me! I can cry for you, your situation, or the dumbest of other shit, but I can’t feel the feeling of feeling!! When stuck in a horrific situation, I have the super power to turn off!!

hi_my_name_is_maxim – June 16, 2023
How can you be so perfectly perfect?

 

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TheGreatOne, 19
I are a very tight young couple, so tight I use the pronouns I/me instead of we/us.

I am staying in seperate hotel rooms @ The Oak Hotel in Melbourne until Tuesday @ Midday.

I AM VERY OPEN MINDED!

Open to Sex or not up too you?! Or Just walk in jerk off on me and degrade me for your pleasure as you strangle me and or even be really @busive?! UP TO YOU!

Plus specify if you want Lukey (22) or Mel (19).

Lukey is 22, #DISCREET, #Bi #YouthCounsellor, with #ShavedButt, #Athletic, #Hung (#8) #Uncut #Cock, #Blue #Eyes who is a #hardcore #Masochistic #Nympho.

Or Mel who is 19 #DISCREET, #Student #Studying Psychology, Tiny #SmoothBum, very tight #hole, small nuts, Brunette who is also #Masochist #Nympho.

I ❤️LOVE BEING #STRANGLED (#ASPHYXIA) by Man’s #hands + being #MANHANDLED + #B3ATEN UP and #R@P3D + #T@BU #FANTASIES. 👀❤️⛓️🚭💪↕️🍆🕳️👫👬🙌👊🔫🔥🍑

#NOTHING #SCARES OR #FREAKS ME OUT!

I only make arrangements on Discreet Encrypted Chat Apps if you want to know where let me know!

Yours in Solidarity and Service,
Your Discreet Aussie No Limits + No Holes Barred Masochistic Nymphos

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Pighunter – June 17, 2023
Got a thing for these freaks. Dunno why they just get me goin.

B1gThank5 – June 8, 2023
If you want to fist Mel, and you really should, I recommend doggy style with a wedge pillow under him and a soft pillow to bury his face into. You’ll love the open sound you get when he’s carved open that way, the lube runs right down inside of him and when your hands pull out and they blow it’s like an empty jug. Next thing you know you’re pumping his abdomen and it’s pushing the air in opening up places in him that you didn’t know could be opened up. If you you want to get even deeper grab his hips with your free hand and start rocking them back and forth.

 

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RedPorcupine, 18
Hi there everyone, my name is Asher. I am a 18 year old skinny hetero boytoy. I am not sure when I am planning on doing it, but any woman interested and intrigued enough to do assisted suicide with me perhaps will drop me a line? I want to die. I’ve been drinking myself to death since 12 years old and I’m not even 19. I feel women who would do this only exist here. You can use me sexually nonstop, even while I’m sleeping or sick, before it happens. Don’t let me eat, shower, or do anything I want to do unless I have sex with you first. Note that I am not visually or mentally educated. I am not intelligent.

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alexdelrey – June 8, 2023
god loved u but not enough to save u

Anonymous – June 8, 2023
A 42-year-old Virginia woman earlier this year admitted to the cold-blooded kidnapping and execution of an 18-year-old man whose body was dismembered and discarded in black trash bags. Marianne Costas pleaded guilty to more than 30 criminal charges, including counts of first-degree murder, murder by mob, abduction, and concealing and defiling a corpse in the death of Asher D. Castillo.

Castillo’s remains were discovered concealed in four large black garbage bags in a wooded area of Spotsylvania more than a year ago on Feb. 1, 2022. Castillo had reportedly been shot in the head several times — and at least five times total — before his body was sexually assaulted and chopped up and placed in the bags. Costas was arrested soon after the body was discovered along with two co-defendants, Kyle Smith and Brendon Thierry, both of whom are 46. As a group, they face a total of 85 criminal charges.

RedPorcupine (Owner) – December 16, 2021
Thank you for the kind words. It’s just the idea of a bloody death gets me off so hard, a disgustingly young life ended at the hands of a woman gets me so insanely intimate in my mind.

SuperiorOwner66 – December 16, 2021
I’m a man but baby you so cute and so fucking young you have so much to live for even if it just for your looks and sex it is still a life worth living.

RedPorcupine (Owner) – November 27, 2021
Weeks? Maybe. Months? That would be a little long.

j2702 – November 27, 2021
I’m a woman. Can I torture you for weeks possible months before you are killed?

RedPorcupine (Owner) – November 27, 2021
I only had one previous owner who I was used by from 13 to 17. She was a dirty and perverted old woman old enough to be my grandmother who used me as her object/ animal/ whore/ sex toy, and I loved her for it.

 

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LITTLEBODYBIGHEART, 18
Surly teen in diapers due to a kidney disorder. They are not a fetish. I don’t like them. But, am figuring it out. It has been 5 months now of full time dealing with them. In an ideal situation, they would be made the center of everything. Topping, can’t really happen. Kidney disorder killed that. And I’m not really a good bottom. Or at least that is my view.

Comments

LITTLEBODYBIGHEART (Owner) – June 19, 2023
The Bible is my drug.

HornyMan561 – June 19, 2023
He talks-the-talk and walks-the-walk, especially if his legs are trembling and you’ve given him a limp.

Ransome – June 12, 2023
Son, your mind is of zero interest to me.

LITTLEBODYBIGHEART (Owner) – June 12, 2023
I’m not interested in intelligent people like you. I’m a dumbass. I have not enough in common with y’all. Why would you want to be with someone who would bore you?

Ransome – June 12, 2023
I am a Building contractor, an investor, Philanthropist and a business man, I worked for McCarthy’s Building Inc for 10 years before I created Ransome’s Building Inc 4 years ago. My boy is dead, died few years back (3 years ago) by a car accident. Not been in search for a boy till recently, I’ve been on my boat sailing the Caribbean, Been fun but I need a boy.

 

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Capricorn, 19
I have a very skinny stomach, it’s so sexy, concave and deep, it’s perfect for torture, message me if you want to meet me and torture my very skinny concave stomach, I’m so vulnerable and boney

I love vomiting to have a weak empty stomach before any belly torture begins, because it hurts and feels good

Fasting 1 or 2 full days will make my stomach so weak and soft, perfect for torture and beatings

My favorites are navel torture, stomach punching, being gagged, helpless, very hard stomach slapping, bellybutton power poking, bellybutton finger fucking, hand jobs till I’m so cum dry I’m screaming, navel power drilling without a drill tip, stomach whipping

My Safe Word is: STOP

Comments

SubversivoL – June 16, 2023
I have a lot of semen for you.

Rivercityman – June 13, 2023
I’ve been raining hell on his stomach off and on for over a year now and I’ve become pretty good at it:)

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Tosh Berman, Hi. Well, I obviously highly recommend you get a Tate book. There is a Selected, and, yeah, that’s probably the best place to start. Thank you! ** Misanthrope, There are definitely those who think a Patti Smith reference makes one cool, but I am not one of them. But I am an island. Here’s hoping the whisper becomes a scream (hers, not yours) by the end of today. ** Jeff J, Hi, Jeff. So happy you like Tate! Excellent about the Song Cave timing. I’m way down and ready. Thank you! Right now we’re getting an edit of the film ready to submit to a post-production grant whose deadline is on Monday, so we’re going through it and putting in stand-in versions of all the haunted house sounds and getting the voice/ambient levels right mostly. The edit in general is mostly locked in (at least for now) apart from the haunted house section, as I said on the Zoom, although we’re hoping to suss that and lock it down today. So, refinements for the large part, yes. Super excited. Thank you for asking, pal. How’s the middle of the trilogy going? ** Bill, Hi. Oh, yeah, I remember that Tate poem, and I don’t think it’s online, but I could be wrong. Ha ha, poor prom-less James Tate. ** Darbz 🕷, Hey there. I’m so sorry to hear that all of your efforts on the poor wasp’s behalf were not enough. Hopefully he/she/they had a productive life. That girl at the hospital is pure evil. Jesus. Boring answer, but I assume clouds taste like fog. Which tastes delicious. Good luck with the draft. I’m cheerleading over here. Love from inside the melted cheese in the quesadilla at the best Mexican restaurant in Paris where I’ll be celebrating a friend’s birthday today. ** _Black_Acrylic, I’m glad Tate’s poems transcended your usual tastes. Please do psych yourself up to write. That would be such a boon. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Thanks!!! For some reason I’m okay with getting sucked into books or music or films to the temporary detriment of my work. I guess I’m a snob or something? ‘Goodtime Jesus’, nice pick, love! I, Love, are a very tight young couple, so tight I use the pronouns I/me instead of we/us, G. ** l@rst, Hey, man! That is a compliment, most definitely. I’m well enough, and I trust you are too? What’s new? ** Nasir, Hi. I’m so happy you liked his poems. I’m, like, the biggest fan, as I said. Stuff got done here yesterday, and hopefully will today too. And I hope today is a huge success for you. Hugs. ** Steve Erickson, Right, I suppose so, yes. I need to watch my p’s and q’s. Thanks about the funding. Boy, me too, let me tell you. ** Cody Goodnight, Hi, Cody. I needed more sleep than I got, so I’m a little hazy. But ok. Very, very happy you enjoyed the James Tate poems! That’s quite a double bill. I’m sure it did its pleasure-making job. Good old ‘Alien’. I’m a big fan of Ridley Scott’s often overlooked and unfairly derided ‘Legend’. My favorite Bowie album … ‘Low’, I think. Yeah, ‘Low’. What’s yours? Awesome hours ahead to you. ** A, Hi. I greatly prefer having a novel’s totality so I can assess my own ‘best of’ parts, which might be quite different than your guess at my fave bits, you never know. We do really need the grant, so thanks, and I hope astrology is true for one day at least. You can give the magazine my email, and I can give them or you Zac’s email privately. We greatly need $, but I’m against bribes on principle, so I guess we’ll keep looking, ha ha. ‘Affluenza is diabolical’: can’t argue with that. Bake yourself an early birthday cake today. ** Right. Since it’s the last day of the month, the slaves take over. Good luck. See you tomorrow.

 

‘I have a lot of feelings about Jim Tate, first and foremost having to do with my gratitude for him as a teacher, and poet. Like so many others, I revered and loved him for being a sweet and gentle and stern and brilliant and complicated poetry father. I also have many private feelings, ones intimately bound up with the experiences I had when I was first starting to really write poetry, during those pre-internet years in the mid-1990s when I was studying with him and Dara Wier and Agha Shahid Ali in Amherst, Massachusetts. I’m not sure I can put these feelings into words: they seem to be located in Jim’s poems. I find them there and the poems seem not to express those feelings, but to conjure and enact them, inside and outside of time, in me.

‘No one had a greater influence on me poetically than Tate, though that influence has as much to do with how he worked and thought about poetry as the style itself, which was inimitable. I learned how to be a poet from Jim: how to sit down and work every day and be serious and patient and follow the totally free movement of the imagination as manifest in the material of language. Not because he taught me, but because he showed me. All of us who were near Jim and Dara in those years knew how they were working, and we saw the brilliant results.*

‘I would like to say this: don’t let anyone tell you Jim Tate was a certain “kind” of poet. Especially not a surrealist, which is how he is often described. To call the poems “surrealist” is incorrect, because the surrealists were really interested in something else, language as a kind of mind and soul changing substance. Jim wasn’t doing automatic writing or creating collages or merely juxtaposing images. In Jim’s poems, there is almost always some kind of situation, or organizing principle, along with a total freedom of language and the imagination. In other words, they are poems. If he is a surrealist, then we all are, or should be.

‘Jim could do anything in his poems, and did. Throughout his whole life as a poet, he was just as comfortable with narrative as with a lyric that is more experiential, present in and exploring a particular state of mind or orientation toward the word that is full of contradiction and humor and darkness. You will see what I mean if you read his first Selected Poems, as well as the newer one, The Eternal Ones of the Dream, which together will give you a sense of his entire body of work. Jim Tate was a great American poet, maybe even the greatest of the past 50 years. His influence is everywhere in American poetry, on those who don’t realize it as much as those who do.’ — Matthew Zapruder

 

Teaching the Ape to Write Poems

They didn’t have much trouble
teaching the ape to write poems:
first they strapped him to the chair,
then tied the pencil around his hand
(the paper had already been nailed down).
Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder
and whispered into his ear:
“You look like a god sitting there.
Why don’t you try writing something?”

 

I Am a Finn

I am standing in the post office, about
to mail a package back to Minnesota, to my family.
I am a Finn. My name is Kasteheimi (Dewdrop).

Mikael Agricola (1510-1557) created the Finnish language.
He knew Luther and translated the New Testament.
When I stop by the Classé Café for a cheeseburger

no one suspects that I am a Finn.
I gaze at the dimestore reproductions of Lautrec
on the greasy walls, at the punk lovers afraid

to show their quivery emotions, secure
in the knowledge that my grandparents really did
emigrate from Finland in 1910 – why

is everybody leaving Finland, hundreds of
thousands to Michigan and Minnesota, and now Australia?
Eighty-six percent of Finnish men have blue

or grey eyes. Today is Charlie Chaplin’s
one hundredth birthday, though he is not
Finnish or alive: ‘Thy blossom, in the bud

laid low.’ The commonest fur-bearing animals
are the red squirrel, musk-rat, pine-marten
and fox. There are about 35,000 elk.

But I should be studying for my exam.
I wonder if Dean will celebrate with me tonight,
assuming I pass. Finnish Literature

really came alive in the 1860s.
Here, in Cambridge, Massachusetts,
no one cares that I am a Finn.

They’ve never even heard of Frans Eemil Sillanpää,
winner of the 1939 Nobel Prize in Literature.
As a Finn, this infuriates me.

 

Goodtime Jesus

Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How ’bout some coffee? Don’t mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.

 

Interruptions

I long for some, even
one would be a beginning,
not this long flat stretch
of just me and my improvising
of waste, of a kind of heroic
negligence that life does not
appreciate. My loved one
is wobbling—O creme de menthe!
See, I am making my own
interference, jerked stratagem—
her overcoat, my cottage.
Why are we so bad? I hear them
faintly knocking, neutral ducks,
and I am reprimanded.
I am thinking “scalloped potatoes”
are of absolutely no use.
I’m thumping my canteen
and pointing at my nose.
Yes, I lied about “her,”
there wasn’t one, but for
that moment a gourd drifted
down the chimney on the pretext
of weeding a peninsula
and nourishing the articulation
of a single bud. Am I forgiven?
Forgotten? This is the constellation
of my own bewilderment. Please,
someone interrupt me.
Hence, whatever, reverts.

 

The List Of Famous Hats

Napoleon’s hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
hat, but that’s not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for
show. I am thinking of his private bathing cap, which in all hon-
esty wasn’t much different than the one any jerk might buy at a
corner drugstore now, except for two minor eccentricities. The
first one isn’t even funny: Simply it was a white rubber bathing
cap, but too small. Napoleon led such a hectic life ever since his
childhood, even farther back than that, that he never had a
chance to buy a new bathing cap and still as a grown-up–well,
he didn’t really grow that much, but his head did: He was a pin-
head at birth, and he used, until his death really, the same little
tiny bathing cap that he was born in, and this meant that later it
was very painful to him and gave him many headaches, as if he
needed more. So, he had to vaseline his skull like crazy to even
get the thing on. The second eccentricity was that it was a tricorn
bathing cap. Scholars like to make a lot out of this, and it would
be easy to do. My theory is simple-minded to be sure: that be-
neath his public head there was another head and it was a pyra-
mid or something.

 

Man with Wooden Leg Escapes Prison

Man with wooden leg escapes prison. He’s caught.
They take his wooden leg away from him. Each day
he must cross a large hill and swim a wide river
to get to the field where he must work all day on
one leg. This goes on for a year. At the Christmas
Party they give him back his leg. Now he doesn’t
want it. His escape is all planned. It requires
only one leg.

 

The Workforce

Do you have adequate oxen for the job?
No, my oxen are inadequate.
Well, how many oxen would it take to do an adequate job?
I would need ten more oxen to do the job adequately.
I’ll see if I can get them for you.
I’d be obliged if you could do that for me.
Certainly. And do you have sufficient fishcakes for the men?
We have fifty fishcakes, which is less than sufficient.
I’ll have them delivered on the morrow.
Do you need maps of the mountains and the underworld?
We have maps of the mountains but we lack maps of the underworld.
Of course you lack maps of the underworld,
there are no maps of the underworld.
And, besides, you don’t want to go there, it’s stuffy.
I had no intention of going there, or anywhere for that matter.
It’s just that you asked me if I needed maps. . . .
Yes, yes, it’s my fault, I got carried away.
What do you need, then, you tell me?
We need seeds, we need plows, we need scythes, chickens,
pigs, cows, buckets and women.
Women?
We have no women.
You’re a sorry lot, then.
We are a sorry lot, sir.
Well, I can’t get you women.
I assumed as much, sir.
What are you going to do without women, then?
We will suffer, sir. And then we’ll die out one by one.
Can any of you sing?
Yes, sir, we have many fine singers among us.
Order them to begin singing immediately.
Either women will find you this way or you will die
comforted. Meanwhile busy yourselves
with the meaningful tasks you have set for yourselves.
Sir, we will not rest until the babes arrive.

 

The Cowboy

Someone had spread an elaborate rumor about me, that I was
in possession of an extraterrestrial being, and I thought I knew who
it was. It was Roger Lawson. Roger was a practical joker of the
worst sort, and up till now I had not been one of his victims, so
I kind of knew my time had come. People parked in front of my
house for hours and took pictures. I had to draw all my blinds
and only went out when I had to. Then there was a barrage of
questions. “What does he look like?” “What do you feed him?” “How
did you capture him?” And I simply denied the presence of an
extraterrestrial in my house. And, of course, this excited them
all the more. The press showed up and started creeping around
my yard. It got to be very irritating. More and more came and
parked up and down the street. Roger was really working overtime
on this one. I had to do something. Finally, I made an announcement.
I said, “The little fellow died peacefully in his sleep at 11:02
last night.” “Let us see the body,” they clamored. “He went up
in smoke instantly,” I said. “I don’t believe you,” one of them
said. “There is no body in the house or I would have buried it
myself,” I said. About half of them got in their cars and drove
off. The rest of them kept their vigil, but more solemnly now.
I went out and bought some groceries. When I came back about an
hour later another half of them had gone. When I went into the kitchen
I nearly dropped the groceries. There was a nearly transparent
fellow with large pink eyes standing about three feet tall. “Why
did you tell them I was dead? That was a lie,” he said. “You
speak English,” I said. “I listen to the radio. It wasn’t very
hard to learn. Also we have television. We get all your channels.
I like cowboys, especially John Ford movies. They’re the best,”
he said. “What am I going to do with you?” I said. “Take me
to meet a real cowboy. That would make me happy,” he said. “I
don’t know any real cowboys, but maybe we could find one. But
people will go crazy if they see you. We’d have press following
us everywhere. It would be the story of the century,” I said.
“I can be invisible. It’s not hard for me to do,” he said.
“I’ll think about it. Wyoming or Montana would be our best bet, but
they’re a long way from here,” I said. “Please, I won’t cause
you any trouble,” he said. “It would take some planning,” I said.
I put the groceries down and started putting them away. I tried
not to think of the cosmic meaning of all this. Instead, I
treated him like a smart little kid. “Do you have any sarsaparilla?”
he said. “No, but I have some orange juice. It’s good for you,”
I said. He drank it and made a face. “I’m going to get the maps
out,” I said. “We’ll see how we could get there.” When I came
back he was dancing on the kitchen table, a sort of ballet, but
very sad. “I have the maps,” I said. “We won’t need them. I just
received word. I’m going to die tonight. It’s really a joyous
occasion, and I hope you’ll help me celebrate by watching The
Magnificent Seven,” he said. I stood there with the maps in my
hand. I felt an unbearable sadness come over me. “Why must
you die?” I said. “Father decides these things. It is probably
my reward for coming here safely and meeting you,” he said. “But
I was going to take you to meet a real cowboy,” I said. “Let’s
pretend you are my cowboy,” he said.

 

Where Babies Come From

Many are from the Maldives,
southwest of India, and must begin
collecting shells almost immediately.
The larger ones may prefer coconuts.
Survivors move from island to island
hopping over one another and never
looking back. After the typhoons
have had their pick, and the birds of prey
have finished with theirs, the remaining few
must build boats, and in this, of course,
they can have no experience, they build
their boats of palm leaves and vines.
Once the work is completed, they lie down,
thoroughly exhausted and confused,
and a huge wave washes them out to sea.
And that is the last they see of one another.
In their dreams Mama and Papa
are standing on the shore
for what seems like an eternity,
and it is almost always the wrong shore.

 

Never Again The Same

Speaking of sunsets,
last night’s was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren’t supposed to frighten you, are they?
Well, this one was terrifying.
Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful.
It wasn’t natural.
One climax followed another and then another
until your knees went weak
and you couldn’t breathe.
The colors were definitely not of this world,
peaches dripping opium,
pandemonium of tangerines,
inferno of irises,
Plutonian emeralds,
all swirling and churning, swabbing,
like it was playing with us,
like we were nothing,
as if our whole lives were a preparation for this,
this for which nothing could have prepared us
and for which we could not have been less prepared.
The mockery of it all stung us bitterly.
And when it was finally over
we whimpered and cried and howled.
And then the streetlights came on as always
and we looked into one another’s eyes–
ancient caves with still pools
and those little transparent fish
who have never seen even one ray of light.
And the calm that returned to us
was not even our own.

 

The Loon

A loon woke me this morning. It was like waking up
in another world. I had no idea what was expected of me.
I waited for instructions. Someone called and asked me
if I wanted a free trip to Florida. I said, “Sure. Can
I go today?” A man in a uniform picked me up in a limousine,
and the next thing I know I’m being chased by an alligator
across a parking lot. A crowd gathers and cheers me on.
Of course, none of this really happened. I’m still sleeping.
I don’t want to go to work. I want to know what the loon is
saying. It sounds like ecstasy tinged with unfathomable
terror. One thing is certain: at least they are not speaking
of tax shelters. The phone rings. It’s my boss. She says,
“Where are you?” I say, “I don’t know. I don’t recognize
my surroundings. I think I’ve been kidnapped. If they make
demands of you, don’t give in. That’s my professional advice.”
Just then, the loon let out a tremendous looping, soaring,
swirling, quadruple whoop. “My god, are you alright?” my
boss said. “In case we do not meet again, I want you to know
that I’ve always loved you, Agnes,” I said. “What?” she said.
“What are you saying?” “Good-bye, my darling. Try to remember me
as your ever loyal servant,” I said. “Did you say you loved
me?” she said. I said, “Yes,” and hung up. I tried
to go back to sleep, but the idea of being kidnapped had me
quite worked up. I looked in the mirror for signs of torture.
Every time the loon cried, I screamed and contorted my face
in agony. They were going to cut off my head and place it on
a stake. I overheard them talking. They seemed like very
reasonable men, even, one might say, likeable.

 

The New Ergonomics

The new ergonomics were delivered
just before lunchtime
so we ignored them.
Without revealing the particulars
let me just say that
lunch was most satisfying.
Jack and Roberta went with
the corned beef for a change.
Jack believes in alien abduction
and Roberta does not,
although she has had
several lost weekends lately
and one or two unexplained scars
on her buttocks. I thought
I recognized someone
from my childhood
at a table across the room,
the same teeth, the same hair,
but when he stood-up,
I wasn’t sure, Squid with a red tie?
Impossible. I finished
my quiche lorraine
and returned my thoughts
to Jack’s new jag:
“Well, I guess anything’s
possible. People disappear
all the time, and most of them
have no explanation
when and if they return.
Look at Tony’s daughter
and she’s never been the same.”
Jack was looking as if
he’d bet on the right horse now.
“And these new ergonomics,
who really designed them?
Does anybody know?
Do they tell us anything?
A name, an address? Hell no.”
Squid was paying his bill
in a standard-issue blue blazer.
He looked across the room at me
several times. He looked tired,
like he wanted to sleep for a long time
in a barn somewhere, in Kansas.
I wanted to sleep there, too.

 

The White Thing

I went to my boss’s office and told him I had better go home because
I felt sick. He said, “You don’t look sick.” Then I threw up in his waste-
basket. He said, “I’m sorry I said that. You had better go home.” I said,
“Thank you. I think I will.” I grabbed my hat from the hat rack and headed
for the door. I took the elevator down to the first floor and headed for
the parking lot. I found my car and got in and started driving home. There
was something strange going on. There were palm trees all along the avenues, and
I live in the north. There were parrots flying all over the place and birds I’d never
seen before. I felt hot and it was winter. People were walking in shorts.
I liked it here, better than I’d ever liked it before. Convertibles drove by.
I waved at them, but I also felt lost. I wasn’t getting any closer to my home,
I felt sure of that. All the usual landmarks were gone, nothing seemed familiar.
But I was enjoying my ride, of that I was sure. Women in bathing suits, many
of them bikinis. There must be a beach nearby. Yes, there it was. A beautiful
white-sand beach. I drove alongside it for miles. Then I turned off onto
a side street. It got darker and darker the further I drove. It was a shanty
town with poor dilapidated houses and people dressed in winter coats. I found
my house among these, needing a roof and broken-down fence. I parked my car
and went inside. The furniture was pathetic. I was afraid to sit in the
chairs. The food in the refrigerator looked ancient and wild. Just minutes ago
I had been on a beautiful beach and now this. I didn’t understand it. How
could life turn you upside down so quickly? I went and found the bed and lay down
in it. Rats scurried out of it and down to the floor. I closed my eyes and
tried to dream of the beach, but sharks kept nipping at my fingers and toes.
I swam faster and I started to sink. I was caught in a fisherman’s net. I
woke up thrashing and screaming. It was my old home, with lovely furniture
and rugs. I went to the fridge and it was full of delicious food, like baked
chicken and fresh fruit. I looked out the window. Beautiful houses and lawns
surrounded me. I felt so happy. Then I remembered I was sick. I threw up
in the wastebasket and collapsed on the floor. I tried to reach for the
phone, but I couldn’t make it. I crawled toward it, but then I passed out.
When I woke up I was in the hospital, but I didn’t know who I was or what that
white thing was leaning over me.

 

Loyalty

This is the hardest part:
When I came back to life
I was a good family dog
and not too friendly to strangers.
I got a thirty-five dollar raise
in salary, and through the pea-soup fogs
I drove the General, and introduced him
at rallies. I had a totalitarian approach
and was a massive boost to his popularity.
I did my best to reduce the number of people.
The local bourgeoisie did not exist.
One of them was a mystic
and walked right over me
as if I were a bed of hot coals.
This is par for the course-
I will be employing sundry golf metaphors
henceforth, because a dog, best friend
and chief advisor to the General, should.
While dining with the General I said,
“Let’s play the back nine in a sacred rage.
Let’s tee-off over the foredoomed community
and putt ourselves thunderously, touching bottom.”
He drank it all in, rugged and dusky.
I think I know what he was thinking.
He held his automatic to my little head
and recited a poem about my many weaknesses,
for which I loved him so.

 

The Motorcyclists

My cuticles are a mess. Oh honey, by the way,
did you like my new negligee? It’s a replica
of one Kim Novak wore in some movie or other.
I wish I had a foot-long chili dog right now.
Do you like fireworks, I mean not just on the 4th of July,
but fireworks any time? There are people
like that, you know. They’re like people who like
orchestra music, listen to it any time of day.
Lopsided people, that’s what my father calls them.
Me, I’m easy to please. I like ping-gong and bobcats,
shatterproof drinking glasses, the smell of kerosene,
the crunch of carrots. I like caterpillars and
whirlpools, too. What I hate most is being the first
one at the scene of a bad accident.

Do I smell like garlic? Are we still in Kansas?
I once had a chiropractor make a pass at me,
did I ever tell you that? He said that your spine
is happiest when you’re snuggling. Sounds kind
of sweet now when I tell you, but he was a creep.
Do you know that I have never understood what they meant
by «grassy knoll.» It sounds so idyllic, a place to go
to dream your life away, not kill somebody. They
should have called it something like «the grudging notch.»
But I guess that’s life. What is it they always say?
«It’s always the sweetest ones that break your heart.»
You getting hungry yet, hon? I am. When I was seven
I sat in our field and ate an entire eggplant
right off the vine. Dad loves to tell that story,

but I still can’t eat eggplant. He says I’ll be the first
woman President, it’d be a waste since I talk so much.
Which do you think the fixtures are in the bathroom
at the White House, gold or brass? It’d be okay with me
if they were just brass. Honey, can we stop soon?
I really hate to say it but I need a lady’s room.

 

What the City Was Like

The city was full of blue devils,
and, once, during an eclipse, the river
began to glow, and a small body walked out of it
carrying a wooden ship full of vegetables,
which we mistook for pearls.
We made necklaces of them, and tiaras and bracelets,
and the small body laughed until
its head fell ott, and soon enouh we realized
our mistake, and grew weak with our knowledge.
Across town, a man lived his entire life
without ever going out on the street.
He destroyed his part of the city many times
without getting off his sofa.
But that neighborhood has always blossomed afresh.
Pixies germinated in the still pools under streetlights.
Cattle grazed in back of the bakery
and helped deliver baked goods to the needy.
A mouse issued commands in a benevolent, judicious and
cheerful manner.
A small, headless body lay in the road,
and passersby clicked their heels.
Across the street the Military Academy
had many historic spots on its windows,
thanks, in part, to the rivers and canals
which carried large quantities of freight
into the treasure-house of maps
and music scores necessary for each war.
The spots were all given names by the janitors-
River of Unwavering Desire, River of Untruth,
Spring of Spies, Rill of Good Enough Hotelkeepers,
and then, of course, there was the Spot of Spots.
Nobody paid any attention to the wars,
though there must have been a few or more.
The citizens of the city were wanderers
who did not live in any one place
but roamed the boulevards and alleyways
picking up gumwrappers and setting them down again.
We were relieved when Modern ice skating
was finally invented: the nuns glided in circles
for days on end, and this was the greatest blessing.
Behind City Hall salt was mined
under a powerful magnifying glass,
and each grain was tasted by someone
named Mildred until she became a stenographer
and moved away, and no one could read
her diacritical remarks, except the little devils.
For years Mildred sent cards at Christmas,
and then nothing, and no one said a thing.
The city was covered with mountains
which ran straight down the center,
and on the southern tip there were several
volcanoes which could erupt on demand.
Or so it was said, though no one demanded proof.
It was a sketchy little volcano of normal girth
where Dolly Madison hosted her parties
more often than I care to remember.
She served ice cream when she was coming.
She came early and stayed late, as they say,
until all the lights were off and the guests
had lost all hope of regaining their senses.
It is not certain if she possessed a cupcake at that time.
She might have had one in her cellar
as no one was allowed to penetrate her there.
And then the prairie dogs arrived
and caused incorrect pips to appear
on the radar screen, for which they became famous,
and which precipitated the rapid decline
of the Know Nothings-not a minute too soon.
In the days that followed children were always screaming.
You could set their hair on fire and, sure enough,
they’d start screaming.

 

James Tate’s last poem

‘Late last year, I saw John Ashbery give a reading at Pioneer House, in Brooklyn. At one point, he read a prose poem by James Tate, who died last summer. It was, Ashbery said, Tate’s final poem—so incontrovertibly final, in fact, that it had been discovered in the poet’s typewriter soon after his death. What Ashbery went on to read was terrific: as I recalled, it opened in a comic mode, riffing on all these bogus feats Tate claimed to have accomplished that year (hot-dog-eating contest winner, arm-wrestling contest winner, et cetera) and building to a quiet, rueful meditation on aging.

‘It seemed almost too perfect to have been plucked unedited from a typewriter, so much so that I wondered, in passing, if maybe it were a sly, prankish tribute. I knew, or I thought I remembered, that Ashbery and Tate had been close. “He has developed a homegrown variety of surrealism almost in his own backyard,” Ashbery had written of his friend in 1995—a variety in which we find “something very like the air we breathe, the unconscious mind erupting in one-on-one engagements with the life we all live, every day.” The poem Ashbery had read was so rich with those “eruptions” that I knew it had to be Tate’s.’ — Dan Piepenbring

 

 

James Tate @ The Academy of American Poets
James Tate @ Wikipedia
After Death, James Tate’s Poetry Continues To Delight
One of the True Geniuses of American Poetry, James Tate, Died Yesterday
Remembering James Tate
Remembering James Tate (1943-2015)
An Interview With Poet James Tate
James Tate: Finding the Ultimate in the Ordinary
A Hypertext Tribute to James Tate (1943–2015)

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Jack Skelley, Gack. It’s quite possible. Oh, dude, I hope you artificially righted yourself enough to shine like the boss you are. How was it, if you can remember? An excess of peeps, okay, or, wait, not an excess, a deserving throng. Feel infinitely better. Love, me. ** Charalampos Tzanakis, Hi. Oh, gosh, I know nothing about jobs for English speakers here, sadly. It’s probably not so easy without connections? I’ve had a couple of English speaker friends here who taught English, but I think it was online with people in China or something. I strangely feel okay with a library discarding my book, although I shouldn’t be. Blue notebooks are nice. ** Dominik, Hi!! I have to be careful because distraction is my enemy. That’s why I’m so far behind on video games these days too. I get why people like ‘Succession’ via the few episodes I watched, but I was a little tired of it by the third one. Okay, no clock or watch, thanks. Me neither. I would like a clock though. Hence the post. There is a digital clock in my stove, but I have literally never looked to it for the time. Well, if I owned the Neverland clock that would mean I owned Neverland too, which I could sell and make a lot of money, so either it or maybe that bacon cooking clock, I don’t know why. Love making every school child in America memorise James Tate’s poem ‘Teaching the Ape to Write Poems’, G. ** A, Hello, A. Top of the alphabet to you. I’m good, super busy. Like I always seem to say, I’ll do my best re: the poster deadline. And I will (do my best). It’ll be a little easier for me to think and calculate after Monday because Zac and I are madly scrambling right now to get the film watchable enough to submit to a post-production grant deadline that day. You should contact Zac and/or me about the photographer. Stefan would be utterly useless in that circumstance. We currently have no post-production funds, so that’s where that’s at. Thanks! ** David Ehrenstein, Yes, RIP Julian Sands at long last. ** Kettering, Hi. I’m one of those lucky people who pop awake and plant my feet on the floor the very second my phone’s alarms starts its little cycle. But I know people for whom that head slapper clock would be a boon. Lovely ‘Skinamarink’-inspired riff. Thank you and kudos. I like the things you like about it. I pretty much liked everything about it. But it’s hard to separate my response from my general response caused by watching it in a multiplex in LA and being mind boggled that a film so thoroughly experimental got a big theater release. I was overwhelmed by that unexpectedness during my whole viewing and the hope it inspired in me. I’m good with sleep, maybe strangely, but yeah. The window over the power bar is practically barred shut now, no worries. And thank you for letting your imagination look out for me. ** _Black_Acrylic, Well, me too, of course. Everyone, Speaking of yesterday, maestro _Black_Acrylic was an editor of the great and much missed zine Yuck ‘n Yum, and they did a 24-hour sponsored viewing-inspired piece about Christian Marclay’s monumental video work ‘The Clock’, and here it is. ** Nasir, Hi. It’s a pretty liveable place. I’m in love with it. Thanks about the covers. I’ll pass your good words onto Joel who I’m still very in touch with. Ha ha, nice, the fucking with your watch. Have an even more lovely day than I will, which won’t be too hard, btw. ** Steve Erickson, Virtually every time I try watching one of these TV series people are so wild about, I think ‘What’s the big deal’. I heard you guys are smoked out again. Those are some fires up there. ** Bill, Thanks, Bill. I liked that one especially too. You know, I almost put that silly watch in the post, but I have a probably strange ennui about Monty Python that’s hard to get around. My fault entirely. ** Cody Goodnight, Hi, Cody. I’m alright. I like grandfather clocks too, actually. I should price them. I’ll look for ‘Whisper of the Heart’, thank you. Frank Perry is interesting in general. I did a post about him here ages ago. I should go restore it. I’m a giant Wes Anderson fan, and I’m desperate to have a few free hours to see it. Grr. Loverly next 24, man. ** Mark, Hi again. I think you’re very right about clocks. Oh, Lewis Mumford, I should do a him-related post. Wow, thank you and José about the zine. That’s crazy. Thank you! I’m in the middle of a massive crunch editing Zac Farley’s and my new film right now, and my brain is overfull with that, so I think I’ll have to choose a ChatGPT blurb as much as I’d prefer to get original for you. Uh, you prefer C? Okay, why not? That’s probably better than a ‘real’ blurb from me which would probably be effusive. So, yes, C, if you like. How can I see this zine? Wow, that’s so cool. Thanks! What’s happening in San Jose? How many times have you been to the Winchester Mystery House? ** Okay. Back when I was an aspiring writer and poet, James Tate was the first living poet whose work I fell totally in love with. He was a big influence on my stuff. Once in a while, I go back and indulge in his work, and I did recently, and you are now the beneficiaries (I hope) of that. See you tomorrow.