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LoserDiaperGoon, 20
Hi! I’m a looser! I wear diapers for incontinence but diapers have become my fetish. I’m really tempted to go outside and show everyone I wear one, which is why I need someone to catalyze all this horny energy I have! You wanna meet sure let’s arrange something!

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ABlonde – Jan 22, 2022
I’m bi with no real experience with guys but I’ve got a cage. You want to be in my cage?

 

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theproblemwithmoscow, 18
I’m not looking for the warmth of your embrace.
Scrap the PC BS and let’s be real.

 

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GothTrap666, 20
Dead but Delicious💋Mentally Ill Goth Thembo Coffin Cutie c:🖤Doing my Best to Stay Alive🌙Nights Only

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jon_b – Jan 7, 2022
In his post ddead man2 says “I really want to see guy with skinny belly, with his stomach ripped open and intestines spilled out of the stomach.”

GothTrap666 (Owner) – Jan 7, 2022
Sorry ddeadman2 I don’t speak Russian 😔

ddeadman2 – Jan 7, 2022
I am sorry. I not speak english. I be write to russian language.
Я очень хочу посмотреть реальные фотографии парней с волосатыми животами, которым вспороли живот, и кишки вывалились из живота наружу.

 

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FUCKFUCKMEEEE, 18
I love getting fucked by dogs but need a kind fella to help me source one

Pretty self-explanatory

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CigarPipeBull – Jan 19, 2022
He has handed over all his intelligence to my dog, so my dog can decide everything for him. He is totally loyal to my dog 24/7. His entire body is my dog’s, it decides what to do with him, whether it wants to lie on him, bite him, etc. His ass is my dog’s, it does what it want with it (it’s big). When my dog wants to introduce him to its friends, he has no problem with that. My dog has every piece of him. His cock is my dog’s, it decides what to do with it. At home he is naked all day so my dog can have control of everything. When I take my dog out for a walk, he is anxious for its arrival and when it arrives he shakes his ass with joy.

Aardwolf – Jan 13, 2022
I’m not a dog but I’m the hairiest man in town (you have no idea).

 

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Rape_me_tonight, 19
I want to be filmed being raped. There no cinema in my head, I want it.

I would like to leave my front door key under my mat – you come in and do whatever you want with me.
Tie me up, rape me and be brutal.
Don’t take pitty on me.

Somebody over 40 would be great who is not squeamish and takes what he needs.

Ready and able give all up you want. Make me life hell till i am nothing.

Access to me phone
Social media
Photos
Family number
Driving licence
Passport
Email account
College details
Friends

Show no mercy on this pedantic pig.
Please destroy me.

The language barrier is forcing me to shut up.

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FunHost – Jan 16, 2022
I can feel drool oozing out of the corner of my lips.

dontkillmyvibe – Jan 15, 2022
literally xanax by lindsay lohan

Rape_me_tonight (Owner) – Jan 13, 2022
Rape only. Love sucks😡

 

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satyr666son, 22
I love to 420 and trance and get taken by daddy demons into the Magic Woods for unusual and exciting action…

…Addicted to pot pot pot pot pot

…TRANSFORMING in wild satyric embarrassment!

…Diapered by pervy circus clowns as men laugh

…Humping big blubber grampa bellies

…Worshipping stinky stallion heinies in the barn

…Turned into a rump roast and glazed like a hog

…Drinking pee from a cup I put in the urinal and strangers pee in it

My interest in pup play is cursory at best. I like the idea, but the actualisation seems stupid and lame

I hope your day is as nice as my butt

 

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muscletits, 21
Pretty muscle boy here 👀 offering my nipples to breastfeed hungry men. Looking to get them licked, sucked, chewed, bitten, scratched, twisted, yanked and fucked rn. Hoping to breastfeed as many men as possible as I need constant regular sessions to grow the nipples bigger. Hoping to be able to produce milk one day. Hmu if you wanna start your year off right.

 

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ireallyliketoparty, 19
#fuckit #done #byebye #finished #today #maso #extreme #pnp #scat #vomit #kv #blood #theend

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010203Steven – Jan 15, 2022
superior mesenteric artery! <3

01000001 – Jan 15, 2022
He’s now a 19 year old corpse send your Skype account and I’ll add you

016345LDN – Jan 14, 2022
Tie him to a tree in a jungle, then drop a payload full of napalm on him from above using a plane.

01134world – Jan 14, 2022
Drag him against the asphalt by a rope around his neck being pulled by a car. Turn him into a meat crayon 🙂

009647505071765 – Jan 14, 2022
Could you keep his head alive while he helplessly watches his body being pulled apart and fucked?

000Bick – Jan 14, 2022
Lots of small wounds. For example, cigarette burns, staples, nails, knife wounds, bruises.. etc. So much that he looks like a mess unless you zoom in on him with a camera and see everything.

01000001 – Jan 14, 2022
Ok I’ve got him over here. Any suggestions before I start?

ireallyliketoparty (Owner) – Jan 11, 2022
cannot receive anal anymore, have a permanent ileostomy

zakko8 – Jan 9, 2022
He and/or his jokester friends are writing every comment here except this one.

01000001 – Jan 9, 2022
Need to think about this. Check back soon.

ireallyliketoparty (Owner) – Jan 9, 2022
limb removal is so fucking hot i wish it happened to me i’ll do anything

001mailbox100 – Jan 9, 2022
I’ve had him. He fights back. He’s not strong at all, but he fights like crazy.

ireallyliketoparty (Owner) – Jan 9, 2022
have heavy play pictures on request, sadly this site seems them a little too far

 

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1000faces, 19
Looking for someone who has a snake that will crawl over me while I am tied up.

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IAMYOURFATHER – Jan 17, 2022
I am your father

 

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Alexander, 19
As you already understood my name is Alexander. But you can refer to the abbreviated Alex. I’m 19. My hobby is to visit the pool. Have sex, read books.

I’m only looking for guys over 60 not under 60 🤷‍♂️
Anyone who writes to me who’s over 60 gets guaranteed sex and whoever writes to me who’s under 60 will not be read (because under 60 is taboo 🚫)

Those over 60 can ask for anything and I’ll do it 👍

Get started 🙋‍♂️

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20twenty – Jan 20, 2022
I’m a very haggard looking 47.

Alexander (Owner) – Jan 20, 2022
No, I’m not wearing glasses … I don’t need it.
I don’t have a big ass.
I’m in a trance, but for now, the big world doesn’t know that about me and until I look the way I want to, they won’t.
How old are you?

20twenty – Jan 20, 2022
Let’s Play Doctor.
I’m particularly interested if you have been told that you have or think that you have “perfect vision” yet haven’t had an eye exam in years or have never had one.
I’m even more interested if you’re one of those boys who are too shy, vain, or afraid to wear glasses.

 

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Hubert, 22
I will ruin my sexuality, destroy my brain, & gladly fuck up my entire life for scat by any means necessary.

Stick your tongue right up my nose.
Make love to it. Lick out my snotty nose.
Show me what a gross disgusting hog you are for my nostrils…and then I’ll eat your shit by the ton.

If you are near vancouver BC, canada sneeze and vomit in my mouth then make me swallow your shit!

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ButtercupBear – Jan 15, 2022
I am not sure why I keep going back to your place and shitting and vomiting in you, I guess it is a compulsion.

My wife doesn’t know, and I vacillate between intense need and abject shame.

 

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Tina-Vienna, 18
Hello..

I am Tina and I am chem friendly.
You can call me Crystal too if you like.
I am here only for those who want to use me.

👏 .̸̧̯͍̪͖̥̺̱̰̹̻̣̖̽͑̃̒̏͊̂̕̕͟͡.̷̪͙͕̬̺̲̲̣̲̙̪̈̔.̵̛̞̯̬͂́̀̆͑͊͋̂̀̚͘͡͝.̶̢̢̛̯͔̫͓̰̝͕̳͔̈́̀̈́̅̐͋̾͂̇̒̏̕͜ͅ.̶͕̝͖̙̠̫͎̫̫͒͛̏́.̵̛̠͍̭͇̺̰̏̏̋̃̀͐̓̔̇́̃͌͡ͅ.̸̢̢̛͚̯̪͓̠̟̲̇͒̈́̐̅̈́̐̒͂͑͂̈́̌̍͟͟.̷̨̨̢̞̭͕͍̖̣͖͍͍̺̙͂͑͋̄͌̄͌͛͌͗͒̏͋͘̚ͅ.̶̡̘̙͎̻̹̞̫̟̩͔̲̿̽̈́̔̽̿̑̉̓̕͟ͅ.̴̨̧̢̡̘̪̼̳̖̪̙̮̏̓́͑̇̅͑͘̚̚͡͠͡.̷̡̛̺͎͉͍̣̣̙̤̫̤͚̩̖̀͂̋́̾̈̒͆͝.̸̧̩͖̭̈́͂̓͗̈͊̎̀̕.̴̣̥̈̔̌.̴̧̖̠̪͎̲̹̤̪̝̪͕̓̅̎̀́̐͠ͅ.̵̧̛̹̱̗͔͎̇̒̓̐̃̐̉̇̐͛̂̈́̕.̸̧̩̜̦̠̦͓͎̘̘̔̇̆̈́̓́̂̀̀̍̊̚͜ͅ.̴̧̡̨̱̜͙̪̹̯̝̳̲̹͌̕͠.̷̯̼͕̜̼̠͈̯͎͓̗̞̟͓̀̎̌̄͗̾̓͗͟͝.̵̧̨̛̬̺̫̬̰̰̌̍͑̅̀̏͑̓̈̒͋͂͠͡͝.̷̡̛̲̮̮̬̮͇͎̲̖̗̯̋̂̽̉̀̈́̂͆̀͋͠͡.̵̧̞̗̲̻͚̮͂͑̍̀̆̆͊̈̚͘.̵̢̨̢̺̼̫͇̗̫̦͔̲̤͈̍͛̓̓̔͑͘͜͝͠👏

I can come to you… Deliver myself.
Or you can meeeth me somewhere.

Tina – Crystal – only me and my good quality time delivered to you…

 

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Alone_and_broken, 18
I get easily jealous seeing other depressed boys desperately pursuing their happy side through sex with old pervy dads and feeling good about themselves and I want to become one of them.

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objectkeeper – Jan 13, 2022
Perfect rubber object will be made available from 01/15/2022 to 01/26/2022 in Milan.

objectkeeper – Jan 9, 2022
Perfect rubber object now has more in common with a yard brush than it does with a human being.

objectkeeper – Jan 6, 2022
It has been selected for total power exchange transformation into a permanent rubber object.

On the first night it put on its latex suit, hood, socks, and gloves. I added its thick enclosure hood with deep nostril tubes and gag, then locked on its collar and rubber ball mitts. I suspended it and gave it its first whipping. I attached nipple clamps to its tits and electro to its dick. Soon it felt so overwhelmed, it could not stop itself from cumming. I allowed it to do so, then I milked and fleshlighted it again and again and made it to cum over and over until its orgasms were dry, its cock was sore, and its moans were pained. That’s when I locked its cock in its chastity device. The cage will be left on for the rest of its life.

On the second day I attached the urinal hood to its head and locked its head in the cage door, so the body was in the cage but the head was out. I poured its breakfast down the urinal hood and it was forced to drink. It then consumed My piss for the rest of the day. Once a lonely boy with no dream of ever becoming a rubber object, it was now locked, sore, plugged, caged, and forced to drink its Master’s piss.

Eventually, I inserted a catheter into its locked cock so I could recycle its piss into its own gaping ass and mouth. Then back to isolation. Earbuds in, it was lengthily brainwashed to want nothing but to obey.

To my surprise it made it through and discovered true inner peace as an obedient, perfect rubber object. It now sits proudly at My feet, shined up and on display. It eagerly drinks My piss and takes My cum. It will always be a perfect rubber object, fully transformed from the pathetic creature it once was.

 

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Brew115, 22
Curious about being fisted and would like to start the journey of anal destruction. A blown out hole is the goal. Can bend over and you do your work.
Visiting LA and feel an obligation to take plunges until the 26th.

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Brew115 (Owner) – Jan 19, 2022
Ok then I wanna feel my whole being stretched and blown out. I want both of someone’s fists to the shoulder plus his dick too (if possible😜🤤)

Huskular – Jan 19, 2022
Dude, your hole is already blown out. I don’t know what romantic notions you’ve cooked up about what having a blown out hole would be like, but your hole is blown out.

 

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ddead man2, 25
Hello guys!!
I many many years want video witch hardcore knife stabbing in deep belly ALLIVE cute skinny teen!!! And fully guts outside!
Help me wanted video!!
Sorry my english – i russian

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ddead man2 (Owner) – Jan 20, 2022
Hello guys!!!
Give the address of a site or page where there is a large video collection skinny teens eviscerated ALLIVE. Or hardcore deep stabbing in skinny boy stomach!!

I can’t find anything at all.
Please!!!!!
the teen’s belly needs to be something like in this photo …

ddead man2 (Owner) – Jan 18, 2022
Where this video?????????????????

ddead man2 (Owner) – Jan 17, 2022
I’ve been looking for a video for many years. Allive hardcore stabbing and eviscerated cute skinny teen.
Please help me find such a video !!!!!

ddead man2 (Owner) – Jan 16, 2022
Teen skinny stomach, deep navel, many blood and full guts out!!
Help me want video.

ddead man2 (Owner) – Jan 16, 2022
Or full autopsy allive skinny stomach cute teen/

 

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young_intellectual, 21
Newly on the market slave boy looking for 2022 to be kidnapped and made to cry. I don’t have any work or family or friends so it’s okay.

Looking to step out into something that’s for me and I want my brain to accept it for me and make me think it’s normal and my duty.

I am pathetic despite or perhaps because of high intelligence and it would be a great fresh start if I was to move elsewhere with no distractions.

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1Chainmale – Jan 24, 2022
Yep, he’s one cerebral fucktard.

MasterRobertt – Jan 19, 2022
I am a well known Master as well as the new owner of this slave, whom I have renamed “The Thinker”. I have setup this account purely to offer “The Thinker” up for use via a private basement on a biweekly basis in Tacoma WA.

How it will work:
We will meet at the basement once for discussion immediately prior to your first use of “The Thinker”. You need to be over 21 and will need to show me ID for your first visit – you can cover your name on your ID at this time but I will need to see your face and age. I will make a judgement call and you will be entered into a bcc email list. A email will go out twice weekly with an updated access code to the exterior basement door. If you violate any of the below rules, you will be notified and your email will be removed from the list.

Simple rules for safety and mutual respect:
Respect for me, my property and my rules.
Plentiful alcohol or drug use but only on premise.
Do not arrive intoxicated from any substance.
No weapons – other then your cock.
Come and go quietly without disturbing neighbors.
No loitering outside the basement – arrive after opening time, depart before closing time.
No fucking around with other guests unless you were both approved and arrived together.
Understand that STI risks will be high and that you are responsible for judging your own risk tolerance.
No filming or photography – in order to provide everyone with privacy.
No money or any “favors” will be exchanged for any reason.
Everyone is welcome regardless of race or body type.

About:
A dimly lit basement with a nice raunchy abandoned building vibe. Cum and piss are welcome down “The Thinker’s” throat, up his ass or all over him. He is not allowed to clean himself up, so you might be getting a slave covered in cum and/or piss. Others may be present getting sucked off/fucking “The Thinker”. Some nights will be just a mouth and ass for cock, other nights will also be for fisting, others for abuse, others for heavy abuse (in email). There are security cameras on the property but none will be facing the entry while the basement is open. No security cameras are inside the basement. Cleaner, fisting gloves, dildos, restraints, whips, clamps, and paper towels are provided. Bottled water is provided. I don’t want or need anything in return for “The Thinker’s” services that are being offered, this is purely for everyone’s private enjoyment.

Writing/drawing raunchy art on the basement walls (only) with provided chalk is encouraged, anything worth keeping will be protected with clearcoat.

young_intellectual (Owner) – Jan 11, 2022
Looking for Derrida. Looking to re-connect with Derrida. Let know if you can help.

 

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Evil_twink_femboy, 18
I heard this is where the freaks at.

I’m into a lot more freak shit then what you is, just ask.

Women have been warning their sons about me for centuries.

I’ve been turned into an addicted alcoholic by my 2019-2021 Master.

Idk, I’d wife me.

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Anonymous – Jan 23, 2022

Anonymous – Jan 21, 2022

 

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object4torture, 18
Hello folks. Unfortunately, nothing would turn me on more than watching as my body gets destroyed and my insides are scrambled by being fisted shoulder deep and my mind detoriate from excessive breath play, and I also know that slaves should be so lucky.

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badtom – Jan 16, 2022
Then sorry, that’s my favorite part.

object4torture (Owner) – Jan 16, 2022
I don’t have a car.

badtom – Jan 16, 2022
Every time I come across your profile, I get hard.
If I ever get to Chicago, I want to kidnap you, tie you up, gag you with duct tape, and put you into the trunk of your own car.
Drive you out to some lonely desolate spot. Fuck you silly then destroy your cock, anus and body with extreme play and fetish while strangling you with your own belt.
Then bury you in a shallow grave.
Then I would abandon your car in some rough neighborhood, and make my escape, clean away.

object4torture (Owner) – Jan 9, 2022
No.

sheikneedsbuffs – Jan 9, 2022
are you okay? coming from a normal person im genuinly interested in how necrophiles think

 

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ForSaleHAHA, 20
Last year, my girlfriend and I broke up (after being together since high school). It was mutual – we wanted to explore what life was like without each other.

Since being single, I’ve been working at an ice rink and absolutely love it. Besides that I’m pretty useless.

I’ve only had sex with girls but the only non-negotiable limits I can think of are along the lines of public humiliation.

I’m really good looking with a bouncy ass that’s been described as porn ready and I want to hear it churn.

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ForSaleHAHA (Owner) – Jan 21, 2022
Fuck, I’m gay! Fuck!!!!

 

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im_always_high, 18
i want someone to use a knife on me while i’m high out of my mind on adderall

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ddeadman2 – Jan 18, 2022
Я очень хочу посмотреть реальные фотографии парней с волосатыми животами, которым вспороли живот, и кишки вывалились из живота наружу.

im_always_high (Owner) – Jan 16, 2022
i might delete my profile for someone, maybe

Anonymous – Jan 9, 2022

im_always_high (Owner) – Jan 7, 2022
i’m gonna drop the weirdest loot when i die

 

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NoworNever, 18
I am looking for love but who the fuck knows at this point, am i right? Very shy, masc, internalised homophobia etc etc. Heavy metal enthusiast (death to false metal), favorite movies are deathgasm and scott pilgrim vs the world but yeahhh thats all i can think of rn lmao. OH AND major pothead.

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OrgasmMachine – Jan 19, 2022
Encounter forced orgasms even without erections

heyitsme – Jan 18, 2022
He loves shooting his cum and I love to swallow every drop. But there’s never enough!

 

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rapeme21, 21
looking for a guy to rape my brain out
this suppression and resistance to being gay is fkn my head up
rape me tons yeah
rape me forever
i get cold feet so let’s do it

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dontboreme – Jan 20, 2022
What songs/bands etc are in your rape playlist etc, or do you prefer to just listen to the sound of your screaming and moaning.

Personally if I’m raping a guy I like something with a decent rhythm to move to old school hip hop, Motown, soul & prodigy style dance music.

If fisting is involved I like nasty dirty hip hop and bands like Rammstein/system of a down put me into overdrive.

If it’s a lengthy rape with lots of torture etc then old school rock is the perfect soundtrack, especially Hendrix, cream, the Stooges etc.

 

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MysteryJourney, 23
Hi all,
I’m a passive straight skally male breath control/choking/strangling enthusiast into death-ressucitation scenes with faggots. CPR, defibrulation, cardioversion, chest punches. I’m looking for faggot suffocaters who are into this too. Get in touch with me via wickr (heartstop) if you want a straight guy’s heart and meat to switch on/off and play with. Let’s see how far we can go. I speak German too but I too lazy to write all this shit again.

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666onmeP – Jan 18, 2022
I like defibrillator play. I wonder what might happen if they pass that voltage through a guy’s head? Would it be like electroshock therapy but extra strong or would it just melt his brain?

MysteryJourney (Owner) – Jan 17, 2022
I will say I have very little interest in paying for this. I’ve been messaged by a few cardiologists on here suggesting I book an appointment. Even though I am sure it’s a service worth paying for, something about that just turns me off.

lifeisgoodbrother – Jan 12, 2022
As a retired nurse, I can tell you that there is a unique thrill to cardioversion or defibrulation! I have had the occasion to shock several cute boys and it is particularly rewarding to bring one back. It is also extremely interesting when a patient does not survive. Strange feelings indeed.

 

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TheMaximumm, 20
I’ve been having sex groups a lot of guys with different kinds of guys have gang bangs with me. I am looking for a Boyfriend rn. My phone number 315 457 8446 you can text me at anytime. I wanted to let you know that. I am looking for a serious relationship with someone. Same here. I am looking for a Boyfriend right now. I’ve been looking for a Boyfriend for very long time right now. I haven’t had any luck yet. I am still a gangbang fuck hole right now. I am looking for a Boyfriend right now. I’ve been having sex with lots of different kinds of guys all my life.

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TheMaximumm (Owner) – Jan 12, 2022
My apartment’s close to Montgomery, very easy to find a place for your car 🚗.

TheMaximumm (Owner) – Jan 11, 2022
Until I find a Boyfriend I offer my regular big come-come-and-go offer Saturday, January 22, 2022 between 4 p.m. and 9 p.m.
Come over – blow it off quickly in my ass – cum and leave. That for 5 euros.

DeeperChasm – Jan 4, 2022
I’m gonna make you feel like a delicate flowers stuck in a jungle. When am done you will feel like you rode a house for hours. You will be fucked in every hole my dick fits in. And if it don’t fit I’ll make it fit. Your nostrils, your pee hole, yours ear cannels belong to me, I will leave my kids in there if I wish. You will wear my underwear around your face while i proceed to force my dick through you and shred your guts like a meat grinder. When we’re done, you be part of the animal kingdom.

TheMaximumm (Owner) – Jan 2, 2022
What else can I say about myself. I am a young hot guy. I registered here to find true love here that I never had. This is my dream, in my whole life I have never had a relationship and love. This is very sad for me. I hope this site will help me find my love, with which I will be forever.

 

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Sliceslice, 18
Slice up my balls, make them bleed, tear them off.

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Sliceslice (Owner) – Jan 15, 2022
I’ll also give my bank info away, I don’t deserve momey.

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p.s. Hey. ** Ferdinand, Hi, Ferdinand. How’s it going, man? Andrew’s a real pip, that guy. ‘Animal’ by Lisa Taddeo: I’m on it, thank you. I hope you had a great (sounding) dinner. Nice to see you! ** David, Hi. Yeah, I’m still forging my way through it. The poem. Good shit. True, maybe I can track down one of the lads up above and get him to read the rest aloud while I drift in place in a bubble bath. Interesting and probably telling imagining you had there. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, I doubt high schools do that anymore, but there was, you know, ‘peace and love’ and all that in the air back then, and lazy long hairs could frame playing football or whatever as too violent, and the school would acquiesce. Oh, uh, this weekend I saw some friends and went to Palais de Tokyo, and I did an interview for a German website, and I fiddled with some fiction, and I had a friendly argument with a friend about the Rolling Stones song ‘Angie’ (he loves it; I hate it), and I thought about going to this American store that sells American junk food like Cheetos, Pop Tarts, Kraft Mac&Cheese, and other stuff you can’t buy anywhere else here, but I didn’t go because it’s over by the Eiffel Tower and a hassle to get to. And other even less interesting things. Okay, my ear is safe, I promise. Tell your love I will gladly devote an entire post to his book! Dead but Delicious💋Mentally Ill Goth Thembo Coffin Cutie Love, G. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. I think ‘The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet’ is one of the great, sublime works in the history of television, but I didn’t remember her. Everybody, If you want to help out the eminent Mr. Ehrenstein, who deserves it, obviously, go straight to his gofundme page. ** Maria, Isabella, Camila, Malaria, Gabriela, Yes, I always speak (and type) the truth. Definitely better than Sylvia Plath. Mm, potatoes. Is there anything better than potatoes? Can’t think of a thing. ** Tao Lin, Hi, Tao! It’s a great pleasure to have you here. Thank you so much for publishing the book. I loved it, as stated. It’s such a wonderful surprise to have Muumuu House back. Take good care, sir.** _Black_Acrylic, It’s a good book, man. Ooh, I’m so liking the premise of your story. Go straight to the finish line! I’m very happy your dad felt good and ate something from good old France. ** Bill, Hi, B. I haven’t seen ‘Dreamlover’. Hm, I’ll find it. My favourite Assayas is still ‘Irma Vep. I liked ‘Night Train’ too. Camera-wise, exactly. ** Steve Erickson, Wow, congrats to your aunt! What’s the book? What is the novel ‘about’ or like? Sad how snow punishes one afterwards. But it’s worth it. ** T, Hi, T. Cool, the Mayröcker is terrific. And the Norris is a total blast. Well, ‘Ulysses’ is an excellent thing to have under one’s belt or skull, I guess. Le Clef! Since you were there you obviously know that it’s about to be evicted, which is just such an ugly crime. What a fantastic place. One of Paris’s greatest assets. I might go there tonight, if it’s still open, because Leos Carax is presenting a Jacques Demy film there. Not a bad day you had there whatsoever. I would totally eat that week you wished for me, which might be counterproductive, but hey. I hope your week is like a Whirling Dervish doing its thing atop a slowly moving Volkswagen Beetle. xo. ** geyyymm, Oh, really! Ha ha. And maybe I inadvertently did it again today? Wink, wink. The Vi Khi Nao book is very fine. I’m so sorry to hear about that rough stuff, which does indeed sound rough. Hugs. Bright future though, for sure, and happy that I can play a tiny part in it. xoxoxo. ** Okay. Obviously, it’s the last day of the month, and, obviously, the blog is doing what it does on the last day of every month. And there you have it. See you tomorrow.

‘You can write a long book full of witty metaphors. You can rip off dead writers that graduate students write massive essays about. You can use a nature trope or talk about the heart or hide your emotional states by covering it up in ancient rhymes dolled up to impress the reader. But none of this will make you a better author. A better author casually allows you into their mind. They create a structure of their own design to allow the reader into a new reality. At some point, the reader might even begin to think of that author as a friend they once knew. A better author writes in a way that isn’t pedagogical. Their writing isn’t trying to teach or prove anything other than the fact that they are alive and interacting with an imperfect world where everything is fucked. Zac Smith is that better author. …

‘His stories, much like his poetry, come off as so simple that people likely don’t believe he has to put much effort into it at all. And that would be a gross misrepresentation of what he really does and how much work truly goes into writing a story that is so fluid that it feels like it could’ve just been a snapshot from your own mind. A moment. An anecdote. A feeling. A vibe. Zac is a master of all genres and is privy to the ways that words work and how to use them to evoke the maximum amount of emotion possible. I, myself, won’t even bother classifying where this collection falls under genres. It just simply exists. Very similar to the characters in his stories. They are not people dealing with intense trepidations or on a character journey of any kind. They simply are. And that’s totally fine.

‘We live in a burning trash can fire these days and Zac has discovered a way to make that feel ok. He lives in the intersection of absurdism and realism at all times. Not within the confines of the book, but as a person himself. He is a millennial who knows how to write about millennials. This collection contains surreal and inventive stories ranging from six sentences to several pages. All of them dripping with truth, apathy, and comedy. I do not believe that generations above or below ours will love this collection just as much as we do because, at their best, these stories come off as inside jokes. Dorky observations. They’re a kind of situational comedy that I believe that our generation exclusively deals with. That’s not to say that this can’t be loved by everyone. It just hits us a bit harder. But the minute you read it, you feel part of the gang. Don’t take my word for it. I had to pass this book to a few Gen Z kids and one Gen Xer to get their opinions. They like it. They enjoy it. They finally kind of understand why we feel the way that we feel and that’s all because of the uninhibited voice that Zac used to portray the weird situations we find ourselves in. This isn’t just a book to read and put on your bookshelf. It’s one to be passed along so other people can get just as into the hype as you are. It’s metamodernism at its best. Kmart realism at its weirdest. A book with no real agenda and doesn’t take itself too seriously. Read this book. Enjoy it. Laugh with it. And feel soothed about the fact that every fucked up feeling you’re having is something that someone else is having at the exact same time and that’s totally fine.’ — Mallory Smart

 

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Zac Smith Everything is Totally Fine
Muumuu House

‘A collection of weird, surreal, inventive stories ranging from six sentences to eight pages. Animals in this book include ants, mice, birds, dogs, octopuses, sharks, whales. Settings include kitchens, bathrooms, camping grounds, gas stations, graveyards, rocket ships, golf courses. Activities include driving, converting files, setting things on fire, eating pizza, showering, planking, and visiting the White House.’ — Muumuu House

‘Stories that will surprise you again and again with touching revelations about the lonely insanity of our world. Refreshingly bold and insane.’ — Mark Leidner

Excerpts

The Very Good Dog

The very good dog slept in a little dog bed outside the toddler’s room all night. In the morning, the dad woke up and peed. The very good dog woke up and trotted to the back door. The dad opened the back door and the very good dog trotted down the steps and into the grass and peed. The very good dog sat on the bottom stair and looked up at the phone lines that hung over the little back yard. The very good dog saw a squirrel scamper across the phone lines. The very good dog barked and ran after the squirrel. The squirrel got distracted by the barking maybe and fell from the phone line. The very good dog ran after the squirrel and cornered it against a concrete wall. The squirrel attempted to scamper up the concrete wall. The very good dog bit the squirrel in the neck. The very good dog shook its head around and snapped the squirrel’s neck. The very good dog rolled around in the squirrel blood and ate a large amount of hot, raw squirrel meat and gnawed on the raw, hot squirrel bones. The dad opened the door and saw the dead squirrel remains and the blood-covered very good dog and said “holy shit.” He shut the door. He thought vaguely about plastic bags, hoses, towels, calling the veterinarian, etc. He thought about love and joy in spite of the never-ending bullshit. He opened the door again and looked at the very good dog covered in blood and said “holy fucking shit” very quietly.

 

I’m Not Here to Commit Any Crimes

The first family I found was camping in an RV near the woods.
white“Woof woof,” I said to the little girl playing with a toy monster truck near the campfire.
white“Doggie!” she said, and ran over.
whiteHer mother stepped out of the camper with a metal spatula, looked at me, and started yelling. She told me to get the fuck away from her daughter. I stepped back and held up my hands like a person does, which means: Everything’s cool, I’m not here to commit any crimes.
white“Sorry,” I said, “I’m a dog.”
white“Doggie!” said the girl.
white“That’s right,” I said. I smiled, even though dogs don’t smile unless it’s hot out, and it wasn’t that hot out. I was trying to look nice.
whiteThe mom told me I wasn’t a dog. But she didn’t sound really confident.
whiteThe dad came out of the RV holding a big stick with a feather tied to the top of it with some twine. It looked like a fun camping craft activity. He looked nervous. It felt like he didn’t know what was happening. But if he were a dog, he would have barked at me and bared his teeth and I would have known to run off scared. Or, if I thought I could take him, I would bare my teeth and wrestle with him on the ground to prove it. I would grab him by the neck and start kicking at his stomach. I would try to break the skin and pull out his intestines. I would try to bite his neck and face until he whimpered off and died. But we both just stood there looking at each other instead, like people do. It’s different but like, also the same thing kind of.
whiteI asked them if they wanted to adopt a dog. I was talking about myself. I wanted them to adopt me. The dog. The mom told me to leave. That meant no.
white“Okay,” I said. The dad didn’t say anything. He looked relieved.
white“Bye, Doggie!” the little girl said. She waved goodbye. I turned and walked back into the woods.

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‘What is the best thing an artist can be? Intelligent, brave, curious, …seen? I think many people might answer that an artist should be able to find beauty in this world—an aesthete. I would say that, paramount to any other quality, the best thing an artist can be is unexpected. And Vi Khi Nao’s work is always unexpected. She is a singular artist who juxtaposes language, characters, and elements of plot in ways that expose undiscovered relationships and highlight the surreality and certain sad beauty of our everyday lives.

‘The Vegas Dilemma, Vi Khi Nao’s newest work, is a collection of stories broken into three parts which predominantly center around a nameless character as they roam around Las Vegas, doing menial everyday tasks like grocery shopping, going to Starbucks, or ordering doughnuts (the character is motivated a lot by food). The Vegas Dilemma is a book about loneliness: a desperate modern loneliness that explores how distant we feel from each other despite the access to many things that can bring us together—like buses on paved streets, airports, and the internet. As the reader moves through each part, the nameless character’s world is featured less and less as something tangible. Without a name, that character seems to infiltrate the worlds of each of the twenty-seven short stories in this collection until we reach reach the last entry, which is a dizzying love letter told in poetic fragments that bounce all over the country as the lovers dissipate into metaphysical body parts and memories. …

‘Because The Vegas Dilemma is so unexpected, it can sometimes be difficult to understand the work at first glance. It doesn’t follow a traditional plot structure and it uses language in new and original ways. These challenges are the heart of this book—readers must rethink and restructure how they understand love and longing. In essence, it makes a reader truly meditate on the idea of loneliness.’ — Chicago Review of Books

 

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Vi Khi Nao The Vegas Dilemma
11:11 Press

‘The Vegas Dilemma, a collection of twenty-seven short stories, weaves a vision of contemporary America through the eyes of its outcasts. Set largely in Las Vegas, featuring a recurring character of a footloose, morose woman who likes to eat Cheerios in grocery stores, each story takes up quotidian concerns—staying in Starbucks past closing time, a visit to Hoover Dam, falling in love over Instagram—and mines them for their political and existential undercurrents, which fly off the stories like sparks from a pinwheel. A cycle of stories—”Pulverized Oat Wheels,” “Mother Nature is Belligerent”, “Symmetry of Provocation”, etc.—make use of a vignette style to suture seemingly disparate scenarios and emotions. Thus, in “Not Capable of Giving her Leprosy” we meet a sexually exploitative American professor at a South Korean University; a reading group who meet in Starbucks to discuss the ethics of eating meat while reading The Vegetarian; palm trees that are mistaken for armadillos; and Walmart identified as a nerve agent. Other stories, such as “Your Sadness is Salt on Salt” and “In My Youth My Father Is Short and Poor,” use a sparse first-person voice for more poetic effect. Connected by themes of alienation, bad romance, and microaggressions, The Vegas Dilemma combines the inventiveness of fiction and the richness of everyday life to show that such American tragedies as Trump’s ascendency and the Weinstein scandal aren’t divorced from everyday interactions, but arise from them.’ — 11:11 Press

Excerpt

from Symmetry of Provocation

Her father’s girlfriend was bisexual. Her father feared that she would be interested in his daughter, so now they avoided spending time with her. When his girlfriend gave his daughter a red dress, her father thought she was hitting on his daughter. He grew jealous and afraid of losing her. When his girlfriend invited them to dine together at The Black Sheep, run by Vietnamese executive chef Jamie Tran, her father became livid. He thought that his girlfriend wanted to court his daughter too. Meanwhile, his daughter sat alone in the kitchen, eating non-fishy meals and fighting back tears. Outside of her father’s social circle, she had no social life. Her father’s friends and lovers were her friends. She didn’t know how to make her own friends.

So when she saw her father at Smith’s, she pretended that it wasn’t him. She felt his low self-esteem under the low, bright light of Smith’s. During their long marriage before the divorce, her mother would remind him that he was a useless, penniless, namby-pamby man. Each time he tried to be intimate with her, she could hear through the thin wall of their adjacent bedrooms her mother asking him, ‘Are you useless?’

He would reply candidly, ‘I am useless.’

‘What is the size of your penis, useless man?’ she asked him.

‘Very small.’

‘What kind of a man did I marry?’

‘A coward.’

‘And what else?’

‘A useless coward.’

‘What else?’

‘A useless coward with a tiny penis.’

‘See how fast you’re learning?’

His daughter wasn’t the type to see a glass as half-full or half-empty. She had a practical way of viewing the world.

When she sat alone eating by herself for weeks and months, her father not allowing her to join in his dining experiences with his girlfriend, she thought, ‘Does my father ever pity me or even love me?’ She didn’t want him to feel guilty for his happiness, but could he be truly happy if she wasn’t?

As time passed, it dawned on her that her father was capable of enjoying happiness without her. In fact, he enjoyed his happiness more when she wasn’t a part of it.

Meanwhile the father thought: his girlfriend was amazing at giving fellatio. He’d had to force his ex-wife to do it, but his girlfriend begged for it. So tossing his daughter aside was something he had to do. His happiness over her happiness. Life made him choose. So he chose. But could his daughter blame him? He had slaughtered so many chickens for his family. For thirty years, all he knew was chickens. It wasn’t selfish now, was it, his wanting something for himself? If his girlfriend were to involve his daughter in their plans, he got the feeling that she would get into his daughter too. His daughter wasn’t pretty but she was endowed with charisma. And charisma is a superior asset than beauty. Beauty ages, but charisma is timeless. Beauty is subjective, but charisma is universal. Beauty is temporary, but charisma lives on. He feared that his girlfriend would choose charisma over him. He wasn’t a handsome man, but he had a smile and a warmness that drew others to him. It was the primary reason why his girlfriend learned how to say ‘I love you’ in Vietnamese.

Extras

Vi Khi Nao Talk

Three Questions with Vi Khi Nao

 

 

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‘Friederike Mayröcker is one of the most important and prolific comtemporary Austrian poets. Even now, well into her nineties, she is composing gorgeous, profound and experimental volumes of poetry like études which was just translated from the German by Donna Stonecipher and published by Seagull Books. Etudes are small musical compositions, of considerable difficulty, designed to provide practice material in order to master a specific musical skills Mayröcker ‘s composes 200 pages of prose poems, varying in length from a few sentences to a few pages, that feature her innovative experiments with language, punctuation and grammar. Her topics are nature, memory, writing and art. The poems are not given specific titles, but are usually dated and oftentimes dedicated to a friend.

‘The poet often finds herself wandering through the woods or her garden or opening her window and listening to the sounds of nature. In this one short excerpt she moves us from the image of a magnolia tree to a blossoming branch, to a leaf; her bucolic surroundings bring about other memories—in this instance the work of Francis Ponge (a French essayist and poet that developed a form of prose poem which explores the minutiae of everyday objects) and an early memory of her childhood and her mother.

‘One of my favorite side effects of reading this collection is the new books and new artists that I’ve discovered. I read this collection slowly, over the course of the last few weeks while in lockdown–my attention span for reading hasn’t been great–but I’ve have found it very soothing to explore her poetry and various rabbit holes down which she sent me. Mayröcker mentions in one poem, “and everyone asks what are you reading these days &c” and she answers this time and again in just about every poem. Old favorites, Goethe, Schiller, Musil, and T.S. Eliot, and Handke are comforting to her. But she also reads widely from different languages (Jean Genet is a favorite of hers) and different periods of time.’ — The Book Binder’s Daughter

 

Friederike Mayröcker @ Wikipedia
Friederike Mayröcker by Jonathan Larson
Hans Ulrich Obrist on Friederike Mayröcker
Friederike Mayröcker – Tumult, ferocity, flow, exaltation, immersion
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Friederike Mayröcker études
Seagull Books

‘Tumult, ferocity, flow, exaltation, immersion: Friederike Mayröcker, among the world’s greatest living writers, reinterprets literary vocation as total theater. Swimming through the language-tide, she cuts syntax into new folds and undulations. Responding to her gestural commands, words form constellations, clusters, diaristic strings of inference.’ — Wayne Koestenbaum

‘Friederike Mayrocker enjoys a growing reputation as a writer whose art insistently crosses the boundaries between literary forms. Her prose is lyrical, and draws on the work of a wide range of modernist writers, from Gertrude Stein to Virginia Woolf. Beckett and Thomas Bernhard have also influenced her style of bombarding the reader with a mixture of realistic and fantastic images. The device forces the reader to participate in the mental drama which supplants narrative in her work.’ — Times Literary Supplement

Excerpts

exercise of the summer: zenith: with bare feet, magnolia tree, while working on this book the idea of a sm. exercise persisted: étude of a blossoming branch, of a little leaf in my hand, a Swiss pine LINE by the unprepossessing Francis Ponge &c., back then from the living-room window Mother’s head, she waved to be for a long time while I ran down the street turning back again and again to wave, she was already fragile but she smiled in this film &c.

11.1.11

 

Radius, tiniest of beautiful language, blushing flower up to the neck, drops Snowdrops in the cup in the glass namely the headling almost suffocating namely in the glass in the cup TEEMING handed over by friend’s hand radius with red thread bow (history) of by friend’s hand TEEMING in the glass in the cup that the tears namely Johann Sebastian Bach’s Invention No. 6 in E-Major through the airs. 1 dark open wing grand piano, hornbeam’s bark at the edge of the alleyway, he says, the blushing flower he says, roughly TEEMING Snowdrops, roughly head to head, with whispering headling roughly and how they touch each other namely TEEMING : flattening hairstyles, with white hands body to body, he says, threadlet to threadlet in the cup in the glass ie musicbooklet with rosy sleeve isn’t it : tearflood or so, the tears the teeth namely farrowling . . . . . . Judasthinker and -shutter musicbooklet fiery rain, the green lances of the skyshore, skysprigs of Lenz’s etc.
Blown out Föhnlet, how it mouths

17.3.11

 

“namely as the lilac bush bloomed my parents went out to a bowling club I was still very small when my parents went out to a bowling club I remember I had no siblings my mother wore 1 tight-fitting short dress she was very beautiful and melancholy she had waved hair and cried often namely as the lilac bush bloomed I remember my grandmother on my mother’s side sat me on 1 bench in the Rubenspark and held my hand, it was winter ’27 I remember my grandfather pulled me onto his lap and started to play his concertina then I got very sick namely as the lilac bush bloomed I remember the world was painted in impasto and I was afraid …….. this motto (was) incidental …….. I remember namely as the locust trees bloomed and the dog Teddy came into the house I let it all wash over me and my youngest aunt wore 1 pleated dress my father seemed anxious and hardly spoke, no one read to me and no songs were sung, the moon shone onto my bed and the stars, SANK DOWN, namely gradually language blossomed and we ran in a circle as the lilac bush bloomed in the schoolyard I remember. All typewriters I remember, namely thought processes everything that fluttered off, namely ……..”

14.11.12

Extras

Galerie nächst St. Stephan | Lesung Friederike Mayröcker

Friederike Mayröcker – Fest mit Weggefährtinnen

 

 

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‘Hunchback ‘88 is a book… or a novel mirror of haunted house ferox… or a puzzle in no rush to be solved… or a plot dug in ocean mist… or a moment that exists between flesh-stab and blood… or a cannibal moon of terror… or an oozing artifact… or pus to the slasher night… or youth coming apart… or an eye-rolling task of which none the dumb words above help make it sense.

‘Christopher Norris, the notoriously misanthropic artist behind bands like Against Me!, Atom & His Package, and United Nations, has penned a book about bodies coming apart. …

‘…a syncopic fade-to-black about 2/3 of the way through Hunchback ‘88, black pages, clutching sensation of death and smothering, is a particularly compelling trope of horror movies, Texas Chainsaw Massacre for instance—a relatively bloodless and rather slowly burning movie—builds to an intermediate crescendo at which the protagonist, Sally (Salleeeeeeeeeeeeey), is driven to unconsciousness through psychological trauma, what she wakes up to, and what we wake up to in Hunchback ’88 after the syncope, is a third act of almost plotless (relative to the first 2/3) visceral horror, it is a tremendously effective mechanism that propagates the experiential characteristics of the reader/viewer directly with the content and structure of the work… the trope is used elsewhere in film… Martyrs, Frankenstein’s Army, The Descent, and House of the Devil come to mind. This is the first experience I have had of it in a text…

‘Hunchback ‘88 is a book that is cinematic not at the discursive level but at the presentational level. It is not cinematically representational; it is cinematically performative. There is not much doubt that humans will continue their infatuation with the moving image. Although its artifice is sure to change, and is changing already from the static composition of the film to the elective stream of video games and the self-curated fragmentation of social media (stand over someone’s shoulder watching a bunch of Instagram stories and try to ignore its bizarre relationship to Eisenstein’s montage). The mechanics that movies have adopted from literature are maturing into their own entities. Surely this will loop around through culture as everything does, as it has, and what I’ve been interested in here is the mature state of what literature began adopting from cinema 75 years ago, where it stands alone yet again.’ — John Trefry

 

Christopher Norris @ Twitter
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An Interview with Christopher Norris About His New Horror Novel, ‘Hunchback ’88’
Thru the Disintegration Loop: On Christopher Norris’ Hunchback 88 by Mike Corrao
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Christopher Norris Hunchback ’88
Inside the Castle

‘Hunchback ‘88 is the new-ish debut novel from Christopher Norris (formerly of Combatwoundedveteran). The novel is ostensibly a simple slasher story but it’s presentation is what makes it great. This novel is probably the most formally daring work I’ve read in years. Revolting and erotic in equal measures. Norris finds his own rhythms in obstructing the reader’s understanding of what exactly is going on page-to-page. Hunchback is thrilling to read in the same way that novels like A Clockwork Orange and Trainspotting were in High School.’ — The Chain World

Excerpts

Small grey room. Small. No windows, no observation booth, no exits to be outlined for a mind-map or hiding in plain sight. Total minimalism: a trap. Feels like a trap… Dangling low on the world’s grossest wire from a ceiling of infinite shadow and mystery and plumbing: a bare bulb strikes below-barren light. Under that: a large Formica table. Under that: two wooden chairs tucked and parked across from each other… and those chairs appear to be melting? From the hall they do anyway; thick brown snot covering a lounging skeleton watching itself watch itself. Confidence mirror cracked. Across the room, the other side of the table, against the far wall, a smaller, also Formica-topped, table with one of those old VHS/TV combo units sitting dust, turned on; screen a dark wobbly looking magenta… slight sudden fuzz breaks across it during my short gaze—I blink once, space out, blink again, turn back into the hall and black, look back into the room and… Place my left palm on the red gloss, it is warm, maybe hot, yank away with a shake before the burn can really get tested. Steps start, slow, continue until I’m standing at the first table, between the two sweaty chairs, looking down at a mound of shredded paper cleanly sculpted and peaked in twists of wormy construct. A cone. A small head dunce cap. Next to it: a paperback-sized stack of yellowed papers. I flip the yoked top sheet, which is blank, the next page: The Creamiest Babysitter.

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Ecphonesis: The face—glabrous, white, feminine with the creasings of a perpetual scowl over rotten teeth and dead black eyelids—flashes on the screen for 1/8th of a second in The Exorcist. / A sentence consisting of a single word or short phrase ending with an exclamation point.

Ellipse: The camera in Taxi Driver is shifting away from Travis calling Betsy from a payphone to spare us the agony of watching his rejection, but it only heightens the agony. / The suppression of ancillary words to render an expression more lively or more forceful.

Parataxis: In the passenger seat of Michel’s car, the flickering camera of Breathless on Patricia through the streets of Paris, gestures interrupted, quality of light abruptly changing. / Using juxtaposition of short, simple sentences to connect ideas, as opposed to explicit conjunction.

Adjunction: The camera passes over a doffed tuxedo and evening gown strewn across the floor, past a fire in the fireplace, to Roger Moore as James Bond’s awkward post-coital kissing—was Sir Roger capable of anything but awkward kissing?—with Countess Lisl von Schlaf in For Your Eyes Only. / When a verb is placed at the beginning or the end of a sentence instead of in the middle.

Non sequitur: A femur is flying against a pale sky a satellite is drifting against the blackness of space in 2001: A Space Odyssey. / A statement bearing no relationship to the preceding context.

Paraprosdokian: Danny rides his bigwheel through the abandoned hotel corridors in The Shining, weaving, racing across different floor coverings, racing in great loops, into a dead end where young twin girls ominously stand waiting for him. / A sentence in which the latter half takes an unexpected turn.

Enjambment: In a shot of Meet the Parents Ben Stiller nervously leans against a white tile wall chewing nicotine gum, in the reverse shot a skimpy men’s bathing suit hangs from a clothes hanger over the back of a wooden chair. / The continuing of a syntactic unit over the end of a line.

Anadiplosis: Sergeant Nicholas Angel in Hot Fuzz is on the tube holding his Japanese peace lily, and holding his Japanese peace lily on the platform of a rural train station. / Repeating the last word of one clause or phrase to begin the next.

Epanalepsis: As the camera pans in It Follows, through a window a girl in a white shirt and jeans distance is innocuously walking toward its axis of rotation and it continues to pan, across the protagonists Jay and Greg, across a host of other extras, the interior of the building, and pans back out the window where the girl in the white shirt and jeans is even closer than before, still walking. / A figure of speech in which the same word or phrase appears both at the beginning and at the end of a clause.

Diction (Poetic): The nimble camera of Tenebre crawls across the facade of a house, slowly, uninterruptedly poring over every architectural detail, intermittently presenting useful framed views of its occupants. / “Every word is either current, or strange, or metaphorical, or ornamental, or newly-coined, or lengthened, or contracted, or altered.” -Aristotle

Ignoratio elenchi: Fixation on a childhood drawing in Deep Red seems to reveal that Carlo is the murderer, when in fact it is his mother. / A conclusion that is irrelevant.

Alliteration: Madeleine shimmering in a green silk dress in Ernie’s restaurant, Madeleine in a green Jaguar on the streets of San Francisco, emerald green boxes stacked in Podesta Baldocchi florists, Madeleine floating in the green water beneath the Golden Gate Bridge, Jane in a green sweater and skirt standing between two green Podesta Baldocchi delivery trucks, the vaporous green glow of the Empire Hotel sign washing over Jane/Madeleine emerging from the bathroom, the luminous green sheer curtains silhouetting her figure in Vertigo. / The conspicuous repetition of identical initial consonant sounds in successive or closely associated syllables within a group of words. (Or more generally, a way of creating rhythm that is independent of time.)

Extras

Hunchback ’88 (trailer)

“I Have All The Skin From When I Was Larger.” (Hunchback ’88 Version)

 

 

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feeling like shit in the happiest place on earth

I had scheduled an interview with the post office but I couldn’t make it due to the fact I’m finding it hard to breath. Likely story. Anyway, I’m at the doctors now – more accurately I’m in a queue to see a receptionist. My number comes up. She gives me a torturous time. I am sweating and dying. Wonderful. On one side of her cubicle are two pictures of cats. One is smiling in a photoshop kinda way. The other is a cat in a more natural pose. Seems like it might be her cat. Maybe her cat that died. I don’t really know.

She thumps away at her keyboard. She thumps away at me with questions. All I say is here is my European health-card. I am sick. Let me see a doctor, please. On the other cubicle wall is a picture of a woodpecker in a lovely pastoral setting feeding its young. I get the sense the receptionist is not into woodpeckers. I get through the questions and forms. I see a nurse first and she takes bloods and that kind of thing. Finally get to see the doctor. He is thorough, competent and polite. A good boy. He doesn’t waste words and tells me little. He sends me for more bloods and a throat swab. I head back to my flat. At the flat I take a nap. Wake up and drink coffee. I wait for blood results. I hear the woodpecker. I think he is smacking against the lampposts again. It’s also raining. — MO’B

Michael O’Brien is the author of, most recently, Silent Age (Alien Buddha Press). His writing has been published widely in print and on the internet, and translated into other languages. An extensive list of these publications can be found here. He is also the curator of Weird Laburnum. You can follow him on twitter @michaelobrien22

 

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Harriet Hilliard is new to me. How charming. ** Dominik, Hi!!!! Me too re: that ticket out. Although at the time I was in high school it was the late hippie era, and the school wound up setting up this policy where if you didn’t want to participate in the sports, as long as you suited up and did a few callisthenics at the beginning, you could sit along a wall and read books or whatever and get an automatic D in the class, which of course is what I (and about 15 other weirdo longhair types) did. In fact I found my first real boyfriend amongst those other lazy hippie stragglers. That eerie pic is of an upcoming slave I found. I definitely want the morgue chocolates, thank you, and as far as my free gift artwork, hm, it would be hard to pass up having a Mike Kelley, so maybe ‘Castrati Satan’. My barren walls thank your love. Have a funner than fun weekend! Love turning one of my ears into a pencil sharpener, G. ** David, I figured you did. Okay, wow, I’m going to read your poem later because if I were to give it its due right now I would be doing this p.s. for hours, but I will devour it when my time is at peace, thank you! ** Maria, Isabella, Camila, Malaria, Gabriela, Ha ha ha, you’re so funny. And a very fine minimalist poet, I might add. Bon weekend, y’all. ** Bill, Glad it worked for you. As a giant fan and very frequent consumer of seitan, I will go read that enticing think piece as soon as I push ‘publish’. Thanks, buddy. Weekend of note? ** Shane, Hi. Ah, awesome! If I’d remembered that Orbital track I would have slotted it in. Great add. Thanks a bunch. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. Oh, first … Everybody, More Satanic goodness courtesy of Mr. Erickson: ‘For anyone with 52 minutes to spare, sigilkore artist sellasouls offers a mixtape of his best low-fi, ASMR-rap attempts to invoke demons.’ I thoroughly enjoyed your vodcast. Really rangy and really interesting, and nice to see you and see/hear you talk. Thank you about my chat with Ryan. And thank you for wishing for one of my life’s dreams to come true. Where there’s a will (and a ton of money) there’s a way, right? Good luck with the onslaught from the sky. ** geymm, Hi, G. I’m very happy to have inadvertently fulfilled your longing. Me too: the ceramics. You good? Gooder than good? ** Right. As you have already seen, I am sharing five books I read and loved of late, like I do here once in a while, and my recommendation that you follow suit goes without saying, I’m sure. See you on Monday.