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Vagabond Daydreams: THE LIBERATION OF MOTION THROUGH SPACE
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Poems and tales of a wandering dreamer. Wednesday, September 9, 2009. THE LIBERATION OF MOTION THROUGH SPACE. I wrote this manifesto on time under the name of Feral Faun in the late 1980s or early 1990s. I am including it here both because I think it was a rather playful poetic rant, and for comparison with my next post]. The destruction of time is essential to the liberation of individuals from the social context, to the liberation of individuals as conscious, autonomous creators of their own lives.
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Lost in the Forests of Eros: September 2009
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Lost in the Forests of Eros. Erotic tales and poems. Thursday, September 17, 2009. The wheels spinning in your eyes. Are the first glimmerings of a nightmare. In which I may discover the magic of your drifting feast. The wings quivering on your lips. Are the feathery buds of an exquisite kiss. Offered in the silvery night by a demon. The fawns trembling on your breasts. Are the flaming river of uncharted lusts. Fermented in the alchemy of volcanoes. And danced across the belly of a jewel-eyed snake.
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Vagabond Daydreams: II (The Unborn Woman)
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Poems and tales of a wandering dreamer. Wednesday, October 7, 2009. II (The Unborn Woman). A poem based on a dream). In slippery caves,. As on a water slide,. I found myself racing toward. I was naked and getting aroused. Flashed through my mind,. With glittering, gem-like scales,. With slitted serpent pupils,. Hooded and unblinking lids. Wide cobra mouths,. With the most delightful poisons. At the same time,. Offering sensuous caress,. Of sinuous human flesh. This was the careening,. Oakland, CA 94623.
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Lost in the Forests of Eros: December 2009
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Lost in the Forests of Eros. Erotic tales and poems. Sunday, December 27, 2009. We began to stalk each other, like wild beasts, slowly circling, the heat of our passion growing ever more fierce, coming closer and closer with each circling. Then, grasping each other in a savage embrace. Posted by Peter Gasman. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Oakland, CA 94623. The Abyss of Dreams. Toward the Creative Nothing. Dark Carnival of the Unique.
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Lost in the Forests of Eros: October 2009
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Lost in the Forests of Eros. Erotic tales and poems. Monday, October 12, 2009. She rains like a little peacock down my chest. I devour her lips like a bowl of green soup. And lap at the honeyed buds of her breasts. I suckle on her clitoris like an infant eating switchblades. And explore the caverns that comprise. The pleasures of her underears. In the midst of some strange octopus. I found her hairy orgasm. And danced it through a customs booth. In quivering thighs that shrank from soldiers' nightmares.
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Lost in the Forests of Eros: ENCOUNTER
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Lost in the Forests of Eros. Erotic tales and poems. Sunday, December 27, 2009. We began to stalk each other, like wild beasts, slowly circling, the heat of our passion growing ever more fierce, coming closer and closer with each circling. Then, grasping each other in a savage embrace. Posted by Peter Gasman. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Oakland, CA 94623. The Abyss of Dreams. Toward the Creative Nothing. Dark Carnival of the Unique.
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Shadowy Tales: HER PUTRID ART
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There is a tale to be told in every corner where the shadows fall. Short, short tales of terror with tongue planted firmly in cheek. Sunday, September 20, 2009. I had watched the little boy toys she had talked into modelling waste away, turn a sickly green and slowly liquefy. All closed casket funerals, since there was nothing left to see but festering green stew. it was very clear that something had to be done about her. Posted by Peter Gasman. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Oakland, CA 94623.
