sikfux Welcome, Sysop, to Sikfux: See ya on the darkside of the moon R ... Read messages W ... Write a message F ... Find messages T ... Teleconference S ... Select a new Forum ? ... Description of this Forum M ... Modify a message E ... Erase a message A ... Approve files (0 waiting) O ... Operations menu Select a letter from this list, or X to exit: Bad thoughts keeping you up at night? Heh heh heh... If that's the case, those thoughts can't be all bad, eh? Allow yourself the unimaginable luxury of setting those thoughts into words, expressing them in lascivious detail and having a King Hell of a time with them. Here in the SikFux message base, the intent is not criminal; rather entirely amoral. Mere crime does not make the grade and I will allow no discussion of any actual criminal act or plan here. True and perfect amorality, a refreshing blast of chill air, the limits imposed by whatever chickenshit social temper are nothing more than a woefully inadequate gauge to begin from in this Sig. This is not where you go to vent your piss against others, no personal wars here. Nahh, I want to get under all that, back to the last thing you think of before you become unconscious, the one thing that you know goddamn well will insure your eternal torment. Better yet, the edge of the thing that you can almost taste it's so strong, the idea that you seek to push away just as you cum, because it's that fucking bad. When it's 3 a.m., that magic time, dredge it up, confess a hacking cough of unutterable desire, and slip it under my door here. Feel free to expand on what others post, a free for all just in time for the end of the world. I'm serious as cancer, Don T. Inferno says: Why fuck around? My favorite love story film was The Silence of the Lambs, not just because of the appeal of Jodie as a fetish object powerful enough to convince an insane man to kill the president. I thought that there was a very strong twisted love between Lecter and Starling, pure enough to blind. One more introductory note. The best love tattoo I have done in these nine years, the only one that really spoke to me, was this: all black, top and bottom scrolls which said "TRUE LOVE", intimately wrapped around a pair of maces. The maces were crossed at the handles, their heads loose on the chains, poised as if about to kiss. True Love indeed, forged and indelible, dead as stone. So... Message Lifetime: 90 days Thoughts of the Day: Wut da fuk, run amuk (sik) Each Forum consists of a message database with attached files. There are eight basic levels of user access: Zero, Read, Download, Write, Upload, Co-Op, Forum-Op, and Sysop. 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Select a new Forum ? ... Description of this Forum M ... Modify a message E ... Erase a message A ... Approve files (0 waiting) O ... Operations menu Select a letter from this list, or X to exit: f The following Find options are available: S ... Search L ... List messages non-stop Q ... Quickscan C ... Configure your Quickscan Select a Find option (S,L,Q,C,X to exit, or ? for help): l List message in this (F)orum only, in (Q)uickscan: f The listing modes available are: B ... Brief-title (1 line per message) T ... Title (4-line summary of each message) F ... Full-text (summary plus full message text) Select a list mode (B,T,F,X to exit, or ? for help): f Enter message number at which to start listing, F for the first, or ? for help (just press ENTER to start with new messages): f Date: Thursday, September 26, 1991 9:59pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 79334 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, one... (2 replies) There was a first time for everything with Sheri. When I found her she had great potential but needed development, a point with which she agreed. We had met somewhere, shacked almost instantly, and then got to know each other better from that point. Sheri needed to be run, she was very competent in real life but had a definite set of needs that I could be in a unique position to fulfill. I also had a few needs of my own, and our various wants dovetailed nicely. I began to train her in the waning days of the summer. She requested that I do to her whatever was necessary and I was pleased to comply. The first thing she needed to do was get rid of every hair on her body. I have skill with the razor and I did her the first few times, teaching her how to shave places that she never imagined shaving before. After that, shaving became part of her daily regimen. Next was the ink, I marked her just above the folds of her pussy as a posession act. Spider always said: "If it ain't tattooed, it ain't worth a shit" and that may have been the sole truth he imparted to me. I have always tattooed the women I have shacked since I learned how to, and I have had them reciprocate on me, this is one reason I have such a collection of beat ink. Anyway, I signed Sheri three quarters of an inch above her pussy so that when she eventually left, she could grow back her bush and be pure again. One month into our association I pierced her, one surgical steel circle through the hood of her clit and one ring through each of her labia minora. The arrangement was symmetrical and very pleasing to my eyes, her kick was the extra stim she could get from the clit ring. Sheri could and regularly did cum with practically no effort on her part just by subtle motion that affected the ring through her clit hood. I used to tell her to cum on the bus, in the library, at her mom's house, wherever; she could get off with hardly any effort and look so fine doing it. She would always be essentially undressed at home, of course, and I never let her wear underwear unless she absolutely needed it. If she anticipated going through a metal detector I allowed her to remove her rings, but otherwise she was always adorned. Her old friends didn't quite understand why she ran around with a classic shiteating grin all the time, but they didn't know the quarter of the truth once she became associated with me. Sheri knew that she was very special, I not only never flirted or saw other women, I was positively rude to most strange females once I knew Sheri and I were a team. She liked that, knowing that I was hers as much as she gave herself to me. This was how I got my fifth tattoo, by the way. I requested that Sheri sign me as I had done her, total posession works in both directions if done the right way. I had been tattooing for nine years and was a master of the craft in my own right, took only fifteen minutes to teach her everything she would need to know. I had already lost two prime centerline spots to previous associations, neck and chest, so I let her choose the spot she would grace till I bit the wax tadpole. Being something of a bitch, Sheri chose my cock. She did me up with flames bursting through scales, like a snake on fire, black and red. Hurt some, but worth every millisecond. I had her set up the points in the rig, she knew to give me the machine once set up so that I could approve her work. I was satisfied and she did the deed. The worst part of it was that I couldn't fuck her for two weeks, but since she was running fresh piercings the timing dovetailed nicely anyway. Of course, there was the world, but when we were at home with no one else but the immediate present, the world slipped away. I remember the time I spent with Sheri as a fondly held respite from the rest of the shit. It blew up eventually, these things have never proved as durable as even the monstrously shortlived Lucas electrics on my Triumph, but we live for the present hope while keeping the savor of the good memories, yes? Date: Thursday, September 26, 1991 10:02pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 79335 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, two... (2 replies) I remember a few things even now. Like her smile when she slept. I never knew anyone else who slept so happy, like life was indeed a miracle. She was the miracle that I could see, midmorning light streaming over her eyes and catching a glint from the cuffs I had her wear to bed. The short connecting chain looped slack around a post on the headboard. It was time for Sheri's day to begin. I made her sleep in a short white slip, it came just below her pussy when she stood and didn't stretch. If she did stretch, the rings through her cuntlips and clit hood showed themselves. Sheri was all mine. I had signed her body with the needle, just above the mons. My secret signature, a deed of title. Sheri said that I was the best daddy in the world. She loved being mine, that's why the smile when sleeping. I woke her up with a rude finger jingling between the rings and a hand over her mouth. She automatically spread her legs to allow me access and opened her mouth to suck on my fingers. One thing I had taught her early in our time together was never to deny me; I assured her that I would never deny her either. She raised her head to see me fingering her but I pushed her head back down into the pillow. "You are not allowed to watch now." She pouted from her eyes alone, then tried to see over her tits by straining her eyes. I took my hand from her mouth, shhhhh don't say anything, closed her eyes with a gentle move of my middle finger. She trembled for my hand as I ran my thumb over the ring through her clit hood and buried fingers into her warmth. "Wake up, I'll let you come later..." I let her lick my pussied fingers clean and got the keys. She only was going to get her left hand free and only until I threaded the cuff back out of the headboard. She held her hands still over her head so that I could do her up again. I helped her sit up on the bed and swing her legs over the side. She sat there and smiled up at me, not making any move until I let her. I smoothed out the slip over her tits; she closed her eyes. No words. "Come on, stand for me baby." She wobbled to her bare feet and I led her to the bathroom to get her spruced up. Once in front of the mirror, I pulled the slip up over her head and hung it off the doorknob. I stood behind her, she grinned wide to get her teeth brushed while I pressed her to the sink. Her hands were cuffed together in front of her so I could make sure that she did not touch herself in any way until I told her to. I did the toothbrushing chore for her. I told her to spit and rinse, she bent forward and I bit her on the nape of her neck, holding her by the teeth as she reared against me and moaned, not daring to utter a word. "Spread your legs now and don't stand up yet." Sheri did as told, moving her feet as far apart as she could get them while standing. Her legs were long and her ass was high up in the air. She bent over the sink looking at me above her in the mirror when I told her to rinse and spit again and be thorough about it this time. Once she had a full mouth of warm water I slid my cock deep inside her past the jewelry, felt the cool surgical steel and the molten wet cling, bit her neck hard one more time as I bottomed out against her ass. Mashed her against the sink but she didn't hit the mirror because I had her and pulled her to me. I pumped her slow, savoring the feel. Braced my hands against the cool porcelain of the early morning sink, no hands touch yet. I got some of her hair in my mouth, pulled back on her like a horse via the reins. Sheri moaned: "daaadeee..." and I felt her fingers on my balls. "Get your fucking hands back where they belong, who said you could speak?" She looked up at me from the mirror trying to keep a calm face through chastisement. I kept fucking her slow until I got the itch that signals impending cum, at which point I pulled out ever so slow and slapped her hard, loud echo, three times on each cheek of her ass. "You slut, you wanted it so bad you almost made me come! Don't you EVER touch yourself or me again unless I TELL you to, slut! What do you say, slut?" "I'm sorry, daddy, I promise I won't ever do it again, please, I just wanted to feel you..." "You couldn't feel me enough with my cock jammed into you all the way to your LUNGS? Don't give me any shit, and don't EVER try to rush me again." "Thank you, daddy..." "Enough of this shit, you've gotten me filthy and you need to get me clean. I am going to free your hands now. Don't fuck up. Remember what happened the last time you fucked up?" I undid the cuffs and let her in the shower to get the temperature right for me. "That water had better not be too cold, slut, I don't have the time to screw around all day waiting for you to get simple shit right..." She knelt in the shower stream, water running down her back and between her tits in small rivulets as she readied herself for her morning task. She soaped her tits as I wet down in the stream. I stood there waiting until she was quite ready to restore me. She turned the shower off and soaped my feet going up from there. Once she got to my knees she scrubbed me with her body, continuing to apply soap to herself as needed. All I did was stand there, this was my turn to get serviced... Sheri soaped my cock with her tits, a practised move that she had shown marked improvement in since her education. When she thought that she was done, she looked up at me with an expectant smile on her face. I nodded, signaling her to run the water again and get me rinsed off. "Let me see you." She responded as she had been told, kneeling in front of me, her face level with my balls, reaching down between her thighs to finger herself for me. She closed her eyes. "Don't you ever close your eyes when I'm looking at you, you have no secrets from me." She stared at me, her mouth slightly open as she probed herself. Neither of us wore rings because they would only become entangled in her piercings. The sight of her hand disappearing beneath the gentle curve of her abdomen, wrist constantly working, is one of my favorite memories. Her face, mouth open, teeth just barely showing as she got close to the edge. "Please, daddy, lemme, lemme, I'm soo close, lemme..." I responded to her plea with a minor hand gesture, the go ahead to have me in her mouth when she came. There has to be a flip side to this, and I did let her have her requests if she behaved. She took me full in her mouth, moaning deep in her throat. Sheri fondled my nuts with her unoccupied hand sending cold shivers up my spine. My back arched involuntarily, we had each other in the eye and we were both right on the edge of the razor. I bucked into her mouth and she whimpered just before I slammed her with the load. She drained me, working me with her free hand to get it all as she jerked and went limp at my feet, the warm shower pelting us with its wet sharp rain. Date: Tuesday, September 24, 1991 12:57am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 79719 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: New tale For the Asylum (Fw by Sysop) (9 replies) I wrote this one tonight. It's pretty fucked up. Hope you like it, We got a call for a woman down in an apartment across town. No further and no callback, all the signs of a beat run, but what the fuck, they pay us to drive around and check this shit out. I was driving that night, my new idiot partner was the crew. When we got there, maybe four minutes later, Sal called central for any additional info, but we were doomed to only get the address and the nebulous complaint: "Woman Down". She was on the third floor and there was a big enough elevator for the stretcher and all the other stuff. She was probably just another skell crackhead who momentarily forgot to breathe, let's bring O2 just to be nice. I banged on the door. Several times, to no audible avail. We broke and entered just like law and found her lying on the bed. No response. No airway obstructions. No breathing - oh shit. Sal gets the bag mask set up while I vent with my handy dandy pocket mask, never know where these dead people's mouths have been or if they are getting ready to puke down yer throat. I give the girl two vents and check the pulse. The telltale total abscence of throb at the neck sets up our next action, and Idiot Sal is right there bagging her while I mash her chest just like I'm supposed to. We do this for awhile and of course, nothing happens. I felt a distinctive lack of body heat when I palped her neck and figured she was long gone like last years snow, but lesser miracles have happened in times like these. We ran thru the drill, got her packed on the stretcher and into the hall and the cops still hadn't come. Love that backup, oooo yeah. Down the elevator one last fuckin' time for the Cold Fish Queen and her twin escorts, out into the hall and I can see the ambulance is in the process of being lightened by misguided children believing we are medics who have drugs inside. They want dope, just rip the cool skell lady on my rollaway deathbed open and catch more chemicals than you can ingest. Idiot Sal leaves me in the hall with the Ice Queen at three in the morning Sunday; three hours to go until I get to go home and he decides to be a hero and protect municipal property. I p bagging her, mashing her, she doesn't mind the attention at all. Idiot Sal truly earns his name here. He walks into more than one stray round, where in christendom the tiny messengers of doom came from I have no fucking idea. I know the little mechanics working on the bus were not the source, one of them caught a couple too. I decide that discretion is the better part of valor seeing as Sal has generously leavened the boulevard with personal cranial tissue and the kid on the sidewalk is not a call I have been dispatched to yet. I make it back up the elevator with my date, neglecting to bag her in the innarests of speedy movement. She doesn't mind. I find myself looking into her pinpoint pupils on the ride out of the hallway, she was kinda cute. Her shirt got all stretched from me beating the shit out of her in the mandatory attempt at bringing her dead ass back into this vale of tears. Nice tits. She had a tattoo on her left tit that said "MI VIDA LOCA" and another one on the other tit that was a picture of a little devil graced with the legend: "PROPERTY OF NOMADS MC". Poor baby, never even got past group posession status. What the fuck, I had to call landline and get cavalry, get the fuck out of Dodge, here I was feeling up this 68 degree cool skell OD. "I really need to get laid, this is bad..." I told her as I shook the bad thought out of my head for a minute. The elevator stopped, we rolled back to Chickie's apartment, looked just like it did before, the door swinging a little in an unknown breeze. I rolled her into the front room and she stopped against the coffee table while I looked for a phone. "Cookie, where you keep El Telefono, I need to make a local call if you don't mind." She didn't mind, but she wouldn't tell me where in the crackhead ratnest of fastfood debris the phone was buried. Idiot Sal had the radio, crackling static and telemetry beeps into the afterlife, fat fucking lot of good that does me and my gal pal... It was so quiet in there. You could hear babies wailing from the house next door, but there was calm in Chiquita's house. I started to hear the code three wail out there, figured someone called this in and went over to her to get her out under cover once the street got peaceful. Still scattered shots out in front, these kids today, stripping clips and who gives a fuck about the impending doom of the siren's wail. The siren's call. I looked at her face again and saw the hint of a saucy grin. I need to start eating right, I am getting fucked up, it's just her lips starting to peel back. I flipped her over to make sure there was dependent lividity to get me off the hook for terminating resuscitation and found that she had nice curves and no purplish pooled areas to speak of. Fucked again! Well, with Idiot Sal dead my supervisor would probably let me off the hook. Sand felt like what I needed. Fuck my mind!! She only weighed maybe 105 pounds, she had long black hair, I pulled her onto the couch and she didn't mind. Her jeans were too tight to pull down so out with the bandage shears and off with the barrier, I gotta stop this before it's too late but I know I won't so maybe I'll find fractures to make the cut pants a reasonable action. She was wearing these little cotton panties with like flowers printed on them as if she was some little kid and not a thirty year old dead skell under my dubious but affectionate care. I was harder than Chinese arithmetic and she was all mine. Inside of her thighs was the warmest flesh on her and the palest as well. She was still loose as if breathing and when I parted her legs she didn't mind. Two more snips from the shears and she was naked and unashamed in all her pale glory. I did minimal foreplay with the aid of KY from the airway bag and I was in. She was at her warmest deep inside. I always like it when a woman looks me in the eye while getting poked and this one looked a lot like a girl I saw in a diner last week who I had lusted after, so I was in pig heaven. She was almost as responsive as my third wife, but close gets no cigar. I came first as I figured she would take a really long time to get off and it was fine, Carmen laying there grinning up at me with her arms gently swaying at her sides. I slid out and sat next to her body on the couch, lit a smoke, wiped off on some gauze and started to talk to her. I forget how long that lasted, but in my next conscious moment the door opened. This event was followed by the appearance of uniformed personnel in little Chinita's apartment. It sure was quiet. Date: Wednesday, September 25, 1991 12:49am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 79721 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Projects Roof Landing (Fw by Sysop) Here's another really fucked up one from the magic clam of Don T. Do not read this if you have any compunctions about sex crimes. Remember, I warned you, it's your fault if you get the heebeejeebies. The worst thing about this one's that it's true... I lived with my mom in the projects from 14 to 18, when I got my own spot. The stairs in the projects are where the kids hang out particularly when it's too cold to get fucked up outside. New York winters being what they are I spent some hours in the project stairs. Up at the top of the stairs is another landing for the roof and a door outside. Usually we didn't screw around on the roof much, too easy to fly off or be pushed if you didn't really trust yer friends once you were all fucked up. So we usually got no farther up than that roof landing except under exceptional circumstances. One week after an old shut in man got offed by his visiting nurse, a big fella who beat the old man to death with his cane and took all his pennies outta the jar, there was a murder which burned into my mind and still lives there. She was only fouteen years old and no one ever figured out how she ended up on the roof landing, she was a "nice" girl who went straight home after school and all that good shit. Apparently her mom sent her out to the store, it was a fall day, and she got took somewhere in there before making it to the store. She was wearing a coat, sweater and skirt when she left her moms apartment. She was five feet nothing tall, maybe a hundred pounds. Not much there to resist with. He (I assume gender, no official apprehensions were made) got her up there quietly, apparently, as no one remembered hearing sounds of protest that afternoon. She was found later that night by who else but resident teenagers looking for a good place to drink quarts of beer to wash down the blotters with, so she had a chance to cool off real well. The cops said that she had been sodomized, natch, aren't they all? She was found with her clothing in disarray, no surprises there either, right? Nope, just another October day in Fun City 1978. He had begun to distinguish his actions by razoring inscriptions into her belly. Cops said she was still alive at that point. Oh, first, I forgot, he tied her to the stair rails and the doorknob so that she was spreadeagled and about three feet off the floor. Right, then he did the carving, which included religious themes in both word and symbol. She had big cruces slit into her chest and other stuff on her belly. Then he screwed her. Both before and after she bit the dust. Just to make sure that she didn't tell anyone about what he did to her, he beat her about the head with a brick, although the coroner later determined that she was dead by then. Bad enough for you yet? If not, read on, read onward my readers... He had her umbrella. He gave it back to her after he was done. Jammed it in there far farther than it could be anatomically driven, until it was in fact completely inserted. Then he popped the button on the handle and pulled it some of the way out again. That's the way she was found. It really rocked the neighborhood for weeks, but the sonofabitch was never found, at least not by the police in any kind of public way. Personally, I think he did get caught because one of my friends got scarce for a few days, then turned up really strange gleam in his eyes and told everyone he had to get the fuck outta town for awhile. I always figured Jimmy G. nailed the cocksucker, he had a gleam in his eye and we all pretty much understood what he had to split for. Umbrella Man never turned up, though. *** Sorry about the page, if it got impaled there... Date: Monday, September 30, 1991 7:18pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 81449 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, three... The day Sheri came into my life was a very auspicious one. Life was good but there was that certain something missing, a void in my time that she would come to fill better than anyone else. I was in the library killing time, idly leafing through some book or another keeping warm and dry. She caught my eye before she got within forty feet of me, taller than the last one, cuter too, and that barely perceptible lost look playing around her as she made her way closer, books and bag balanced in her arms. She sat her books down next to me and began to get her supplies out of the bag: a small notebook, a pen and a highlighter, and a cup of coffee. One of those We Are Happy To Serve You paper cups of coffee, the kind that always has random smears of tan cafe running down the side. I had tracked her from the elevator to my side, then sat there with my face on my hand when she got right next to me so that I could continue to stare at her ass without being too noticeably rude about it. The next thing that happened was the coffee, full hot cup of it, falling off the pile of books in slow motion onto the edge of the table, the lid cracking away as the brownish stream came full force out of the cup and poured onto the crotch of my actual Good Suit. In the first millisecond or so, I thought that Sheri had in fact dumped the coffee on me in protest against my all too obvious attention to her derriere, but this was apparently not the case. She let out an OH NO! I'M SO SORRY! as she dove to try to wipe the stuff off of me, catching herself and grinning up at me when able in the New York Public Library just as a man (me) let out a caught - in - the - teeth OH SHIT! We didn't even know each other yet and we were already too fucking loud for the Reading Room. Her hand was directly on my ahem heat stunned equipment protected from penile rage by a small wad of coffeeshop napkins and there she was in all her nascent glory grinning up at me from between my knees with her paw on my crotch as the stunning pain subsided. At that point I knew that Sheri had great potential... She made another false stab at getting me in order before I suggested that we get the hell out of there. I had already vowed to myself that I would spend another half hour with this cute chick who could get away with boiling my nuts in such a way that I actually SMILED afterwards. I learned her name and asked her if I could replace the coffee that my evil prick had so selfishly robbed her of and she grinned a tad sheepishly, agreeing. I was only being this nice for a reason, crude but true, I felt an awful need rising up my spine and Sheri was after all quite a cutie, all legs and ass, tight skirt and some kind of amazing tights like tiedyed rainbow things, like the Big Bang that started off everything many zillion years ago if you believe that story. Coffee, a burger, all that passed in a blur. Once inside the midtown cholesterol spot, nothing much entered my mind once Sheri let me in on a little secret: Her roommate was planning on tossing her out in favor of a romantic innarest really soon, she had been in the library to get back to her studies after a frantic useless week trying to find another spot to stay. Poor baby. Visions of sugarplums danced like millions of tiny trained bears in my minds eye as I plotted the most strategic possible time in the conversation to float the concept of my essentially splittable apartment, albeit in the nether regions of the Bronx, a fine spot for a young girl with Rainbow Tiedyed Legs to crawl into for a few centuries of induced corruption. She had that humor in a bad situation look about her, not quite against the wall yet but soon... Just a small question needed to be answered for my satisfaction. A question of ownership, as it were. For Sheri to share my digs with me, she would have to apply herself to one of two systems of interdependence. She could always simply split the rent, etcetera, something that made her shake her head slowly when I mentioned it. She was quite entirely broke at the moment, could we maybe make another arrangement at least for a few weeks until she gets back on her feet? I replied that we surely could, but in order for me to agree to something as easy to run a con with as that, she was going to have to sign over to me a Deed of Title, real legal document that has been banned in this country for around a hundred and thirty years, just to keep things honest natch. Sheri smiled, said she trusted me and would sign away... I am a shacking dog. I had plenty of room and a terrible fascination with Sheri, and my ace in the hole: the offer of space in a chill New York november. We were doomed; it was as if written in the sky, she was in there in a week with her paltry collection of stuff and a grin on her face. There have been times when I have wondered which of us planned the way things worked out, she could have been custom made for me and there could not have been any discernable improvement; however, Sheri might say the same thing... Date: Monday, September 30, 1991 7:21pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 81451 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, four... (1 reply) Although Sheri preferred sleeping in cuffs, cuffed to the headboard slats, I thought that it was unreasonable that she felt the bite of the steel when she moved in her sleep. I loved the way she looked, arms above her pretty face as she slept smiling, and as she was quite unable to touch herself without my express permission I was always aware of any nocturnal desire for stimulation that she might have. Just the sore wrists, that bothered me because I really loved Sheri and collateral damage was not in the program. So one fine day I "borrowed" some humane restraints from work, we work from time to time with the emotionally disturbed and have the devices at hand. The purpose of these restraints is to prevent unneccesary motion on the part of individuals who through mental illness or the consumption of certain chemical compounds have become a danger to themselves and society at large. We don't use straitjackets, there are wrist and ankle cuffs that resist demonic possession and leave no marks or broken bones when properly applied. So I stole her a set for her birthday, the day was coming up soon anyway and no one would miss the restraints, we usually left them on the subject and got new ones in exchange anyway. The day I gave them to Sheri, I found her on the couch hands cuffed behind her back like I had left her in the morning, attempting to masturbate by arching her back in an extreme position so she could get behind herself and do the deed. It was always nice to come home. I undid her after I got my jacket off and ropped the package next to her on the couch. I had left her dressed in her black leather corset, she was of course still wearing this outfit and she looked very tasty indeed trying to get her hands far enough forward to jingle through the rings and get a sneak cum before I got home. I had her kneel straight up on the couch next to me, mouthing silent obscenities as I snaked a keybearing hand around her back to undo the cuffs and set her free. Just to fuck with her head, I played it slow, missed the keyhole a couple of times, stuff like that. She had her mouth open, tongue running around the side trying to make me go faster so that she could give me the show I came home for, let me in on what she had been thinking about all day while trying to finger herself. I fucked up with the keys one more time and made a great show of straightening up to get the right angle on the keyhole. Sheri pressed forward against me, mashing her tits against my crotch and trying to bend over backwards to get at herself again. She made no sound; I had not yet told her she could speak and she was generally good about important details like silence. Finally, the cuff on her right hand fell away although she kept it behind her back like a good girl until I got the left hand out of it's steel ring as well. Once she was free, I asked her what she was trying to do when I walked in the door, her signal that she could talk until I told her to be quiet again. Sheri lay back against the end of the couch and began to finger herself now that she had her hands back again, telling me about how she had imagined sucking my cock all day, since being cuffed after our morning shower. Her fingers slid through her `slit, jingling the rings becoming slathered in lube as she illuminated me as to her excruciating desires since my departure, how she wanted so badly to tongue my balls and lick the spot just below them. Sheri was giving me quite a show. I leaned back on the couch and watched her, prompting her to continue describing just exactly what she had been itching for all day long while I was away. I lit a cigaret and smiled at her when she said the right things, frowned if she made verbal errors while guiding her back to the core message of her evening display. Sheri had been a truly awful girl last week and this was why she lived in restraints this week. She was learning fast, however, and I would need to change certain rules soon to ensure that things didn't get out of hand. Sheri was gradually pulling her thighs together while she fingered herself and that simply would not do. "HEY! Slut, never try to hide from me, none of this unseen shit..." I reached forward and pulled her legs apart by her knees, overextending the motion so that her thighs were almost in line with each other and she was once again totally exposed. Then I yanked her by the hips so that she slid down off the armrest exposing her ass to the flat of my palm. Five hard slaps on each cheek reddened her flesh and caused her to roll her eyes back into her head as she stepped up the pace of her manipulations to a feverish pitch. Sheri wailed how sorry she was to have screwed up and denied me a proper view for the second or so that she had been obscured, swearing that she would never again do such a thing, but I assumed that she did it on purpose just to make me get rough with her. As she was very close to orgasm, I reached betwen her legs and grabbed her wrists together, pulling her hands away hearing her whimper and apologize for anything that came to mind. Her hips were spasming, I had caught her just in time, she was on the very razors edge. "I have a gift for you, but I don't know if I will give it to you as you seem not yet to have learned your lesson from last week." Sheri's eyes pleaded her case, she was on a real rollercoaster ride now and I was going to take full advantage of it to further her training. "I will show you what I got you and maybe let you touch it, but I really do not think you have been good enough yet to merit actual posession." Sheri abased herself in her attempt to get me to give her what she wanted, opening her mouth and working her tongue, mimicking giving me head very well, closing her eyes and rolling her head around as I held her by the wrists. I got the package from the floor next to my feet and began to open it with my free hand. She heard the sounds of wrapping paper and opened her eyes to sneak a peek. "I didn't tell you that you could see yet, did I, slut? Close your fucking eyes and keep them that way until I give you permission, slut." I pinched her left nipple extra hard just for emphasis and she let out a loud needy moan in response. Finished with the unwrapping chore, I warned her not to move one muscle in her entire body and let her hands go. Sheri even kept her eyes closed this time all by herself, so I decided that she was getting in the right frame of mind enough for me to actually give her the gift and stop teasing her about it. The gift, of course, was for her for me, a set of restraints for emotionally disturbed persons, something that she could wear practically all the time without getting unduly bruised up. I held the set of straps and belting out at arms length and told her to open her eyes. Sheri had never before seemed so pleased. She knew just what to do, kneeling on the couch with her arms away from her torso to make it easier for me to get the belly strap on her at the small of her waist. I cinched it tight, biting into her smooth skin just enough to matter, threading the velcro through the buckles and back again so that it could not possibly work loose. Her wrists came next, she was not going to be able to touch herself at all with the new setup on her, wrists held tight against her sides. There was also a set of ankle straps, but I wanted her to remain unhobbled for the time being and left those off. Date: Monday, September 30, 1991 11:12pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 81556 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, five... (3 replies) Sheri could deal back, too. I did hurt her in ways that brought completely devilish smiles to her face and made her try to cling to me as we slept, but she could bite back, too. Sheri had very long sharp fingernails, it is a pure miracle that she was able to do herself and not induce bleeding. One time she let me know that I had gone a bit far. We had an understanding. If I ever hit her in anger or otherwise hurt her in a way that bought her displeasure she would be gone like last year's snow in a flash. We sort of felt each other out for the first few weeks, I getting her into the program and Sheri letting me know exactly where the limits would be. Her limits were within mine and there was no problem. There was a time that I disappointed her in some way, I forget exactly, and then I felt the nails for real. Sharp points on that bitch, I still love her though... I had taken her standing up in the hallway practically before I got the door closed upon homecoming one evening. She was on good behavior and unbound during the day, and when she opened the door to me that time I just could not help it, I had to steal a piece of her ass immediately. Sheri had answered the door in one of my shirts, buttoned it a little even in case it was the fucking landlord come to bash the door for some chickenshit reason or another, so fucking cute she was in that shirt, just too big for her but it covered her ass and that was the idea. I came in and dropped whatever it was I had in my hands, grabbed her ass in both paws and pulled her to me. She slapped me hard across the face, no nails yet. I pushed her against the hallway wall and grabbed her thighs, pulled her off her feet and mashed into her making the wall shake from the slam. She took a little minute to catch her breath before grinding back at me calling me daddy and letting me know that she had been awaiting my late arrival with a fearsome desire. I stood her against the wall until I could actually feel the juice seeping through my pants, not that long, more a matter of applied pressure than time passing anyway as she was pretty much always wet from nailing herself through the rings all day. I hitched her up farther on me, her tits poking me in the face and her thighs wetly clamped around my waist as I undid the belt etcetera and let gravity drop my pants, kick them off to the far end of the hall so we don't fall down as one collective lump. She slid down me like a greased pig on a flagpole once the social encumbrance was out of the way and began to kiss me where it hurt. Sheri looked so good from above, just her hair and face visible over her tits while she started me off as if starving. We had a very nice arrangement. She kept on down there while I got the rest of my shit off. I forget if I locked the door, sometimes I would go out to the entrance hallway later in the night and find the door held closed by nothing more than good intentions after actions necessitated by sheer desire hours ago. We were safe. I had taken care of that the first day when we both sat out on the stoop, she with her huge muscular python draped around her torso and neck, me cleaning the service nine in broad daylight humming some fucking song to myself, both with idiot don't fuck with us ever grins in effect. Once I had my jacket and shirt, vest etcetera off and on a neat pile on the floor, I gave Sheri a hint, pulling her by the hair so that she would get back up. She still had the shirt on as it was my turn to rip clothes off that week, and I hauled her back up to me by her thighs. She climbed me like a lumberjack holding on for dear life, tightly clasping me around the waist once more. I jammed her ass to the wall feeling a draft on the spit she had left on my cock. We kissed and it was so fine. I tore the shirt off of her, buttons flew and clattered on the floor, seams gave way and another blue shirt bit the dust. One reason she was given the use of her hands for good behavior was that she needed to sew these things back together again for me regularly... Sheri slid down me once bare, the crack of her ass offering shelter to my tool from the chill draft. I had her in a strong grip, she would have fingertip bruises all over her ass the next morning and proudly count them in the mirror over the dresser. I spread her with my fingers right there, jammed it in past the rings, noted stubble and tried to remember to give her some shit later for forgetting to shave before I got home. As I slid in to the deep heat bottom of her I decided that I would personally scrape her pussy smooth this evening, why be a prick with such a gem, do some of the work, fuck, she's so hot, like tight lava alive like an angel straight from hell made by Jeziz Khrist expressly to my blueprints, so nice so fine so mine jam jam jam sperk sperk sperk pop and then I was done we both fell to the floor when I came too soon. This did not give Sheri the intended joy and she was pissed that it all went off so soon. I lay there gasping like a fish looking for more water to breathe and she squirmed out from under me, eyeing me with a cute frown. I looked out at her from between the slits of my real seeing eyes and saw frustration and a plan. Sheri planted herself square on my chest, her jeweled pussy twelve inches from my face. She planted one finger in my mouth and one from the other hand about four inches between the reddened lips of her snatch, started to ride my ribs, bucking as if countering the moves a horse would give. She ripped a good chunk out of my mouth with her index nail but I liked the show too much to give her any shit about the blood. She traced a jagged line down my chin, over the lump in my throat and down to my chest as she fucked my ribs and gave me a rapid re-engorgement just from the visuals and the added taste of the blood in my mouth... I gave up completely once her roving nails scratched five parallel lines up her right thigh curving in sharp at the hip just missing the tattoo where she used to have a bush before moving up the centerline over the glistening subtle curves of her belly. Sheri was the pure. Five thin lines of blood followed her hand as she brought it to her mouth while the other hand now wrapped around me, more nails digging into willing flesh, she could take my pulse and think I was about to explode from the steady beat. Sheri gave me a gift, a perfect grin that knew she ran things for now, as she backed up onto me and did me strictly for her this time. She was so drenched I barely could feel the slide as she took me in. Sheri raked my hands when they automatically went to grab her ass to control the pace of the merge. I withdrew but became more engorged, there is a certain give and take to this when at it's best and she was a natural master of the art. She put my bloody hands on her tits, I did the natural thing and pinched her hard on the nipples, felt the sympathetic contraction in her cunt an instant later. Sheri barely moved, she really got off best just on fill and the mashing action that brought her bare completely exposed area in direct forceful contact with me and mine. She ground me down, I was going to get a terrible stubble burn that Sheri was going to be held responsible for but she was contracting more often now and resting herself on my tits on the points of her fingernails, all ten of them as she was not rolling her clit between her fingers anymore just the filling and the clit mash barely moving and she stopped breathing arched herself backwards deep dip in the small of her back as she nailed herself to me better than a master carpenter ever could dream in a million years... Date: Sunday, October 13, 1991 2:48pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 87635 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: New Partner on the Meat Wagon (3 replies) There was a brief and intense period of time that I worked with the Razor Chick on the bus. We were eventually separated by authority, like two rutting dogs on a May afternoon. They did not chase us with brooms, but they did reassign her to the Bronx and me to far Brooklyn. Really a fucking shame, we went back to the Academy together, one of those chemistry things that blooms fast on the stem, then comes back later afterwards in even higher strength. This may be a series. She was the tallest woman I had ever seen, all legs and such an ass like a gift from God, black and Irish, light green eyes and thin, why she chose to muck elbow deep in multitrama victims instead of modeling is something I will never know. She sure as hell could have been on covers, I guess there is a certain need in some people that can only be fulfilled in extreme ways. She had a strong deathwish, lots of self defeat. But she was a natural, she breezed through the job and looked real good doing it. My best partner, the Razor Chick. RC got her tag by coming so close to slashing the throat of an idjit classmate that she was instantly and unanimously renamed. Many of the fellas in our Academy class despised her because she was not much like anyone else female that they had ever met. So she gained a rep as a cocktease from the stoopit frustrated guys, but I just watched the game and smiled. Some of the frustratos busted out of the Academy, probably mopping floors or driving for the privates six bucks an hour doing straight transports from hospital to nursing home, we were destined to ride 911 from the start, sometimes you can just tell. A couple of years out of the Academy I needed a new partner, my first one was the famous Idiot Sal, he met a bad end and somehow I came out of that one intact in more ways than one. Too bad for Sal, the way of all flesh, but I came back to the job after a two week suspension with pay, woke up drunk that day. Down to the garage to claim Twenty One Xray once again. My bus, all white and orange and blue. I opened the back, I was going to lay on the cot and get the mask on for awhile, get straight to see the supe. I maybe lay there for ten minutes, cool Oh Two stabilizing me, eyes closed, felt a warm and firm familiar grope on my nuts. Grabbed the hand to mash it further on me and ran my other hand up the attached arm, pulling whoever closer to me, eyes still closed. I have learned to accept and enjoy the surprise moments in life, they are the gold among the dross. Traced her arm up to her shoulder, pulled her down, ran my hand behind her back getting to know her, I was disbelieving but gradually realized that in fact it was the Razor Chick once again saying good morning in her admirable way. She put a leg over me on the stretcher and fell the rest of the way down on me, nice hug hello after the time away, she clawed the mask off my face and I thought it was because it was in the way. Wrong! She had a similar liquid regimen to mine from time to time, she just was hungry for the Ox and breathed deep, giggling and jerking me off through my uniform trousers. Straddling my thigh. It was worth getting out of the death bed this morning after all, I felt as if I had been given a new lease on life as I watched her so happy to see me again. RC was just plain dirtyminded, she had the mind of a fox and was always in trouble, the only thing she had going for her was pure competence. She did remember to close the back doors on the ambulance after she climbed in, something I had forgotten, and when I pulled her closer to me she rearranged the mask so that we both got some air and were able to become reacquainted more intimately. I held her closer, one hand on her back and the other on her ass, so happy to see one another, it had been a long time. We stayed like that for awhile pretty much oxygen therapy and her jerking me off eyes open direct into mine while she rode my thigh in the back of the meat wagon. Something always got in the way with us, and this time was no exception. After an unknown span of time the other ambulances began to start up, all around us, holy shit, gotta see the supe, gotta do the checkout, gotta hit the street, aaaaaghhh, we get up and out walking strange to the office, no boss that is a rocket in my pocket not that I am happy to see you again all too early in the morning. Actually it was a quarter to twelve, the morning had another fifteen minutes to wait before it could start another day, midnight shift out of manhattan south finally I get the partner I wanted back when I started this entire monstrous career, tonight I fly 911 with the Razor Chick. The shift supervisor confirmed that she was on my bus, said get the fuck out there yer late and we did that, back to twenty one Xray where we did the checkout drill, everything together enough, key it and go. Once we pulled out to the street itself, she leaned waythefuckover to me groped me again and did not let go saying we got unfinished business. That was the understatement of the century thinks I as it gets hard again and all my old dreams come rushing back into my head like a waterfall of boiling tar, I am already looking for a good place to coop up for a few hours when the goddamned radio farts out a staticky imperative: "Twenty One Xray, respond to the corner of Weehawken and Christopher streets on a man assaulted, 20 year old with multiple injuries, 'kay." Razor Chick had the radio in one hand as she confirmed we were on the way, her left hand still probing for veins and a pulse on my center of gravity. I kick into response mode lights and sound high speed PD is onscene doing crowd control another friday night in Fun City. One particularly tough right turn almost blacks me out from her nails digging in with her weight behind them, she let up on me then and put a fat pout on her face all fulla shit like I was just no fun a tall always serious never let a girl have any fun. We make it onscene and PD has opened a hole in the crowd for us, the onlookers are pissed at everything possible, friday night spoiled by a group of Jersey boys with cudgels by all appearances, one fella down bleeding and not moving, five keeds up against a Task Force van hands up legs spread just let 'em go and the crowd can take care of business save the city some money and make for a nice circus atmosphere. She gets the backboard and the trauma kit while I find the victim unresponsive with respiration and pulse, bleeding from the ears and an apparently broken nose. I keep his head stabilized while she takes the baseline vitals as follows: pulse 56 and weak, BP 180/100, resps 30 and shallow, skin cool pale clammy, he is shocky and has an epidural hematoma probable skull fracture. We get a collar on him and I jam an airway in there, put him on oxygen. I'm still holding his head while she does the rest of the exam, checks for fractures and other bleeding, she does it well and looks so fine doing it, here we are with a probable persistent vegetative state and I am looking down her shirt at her tits, admiring the fine tight curve of her ass and maintaining an erection in the middle of alla this shit, so nice to work in pleasant surroundings for once! Patient exhibits priapism therefore probable spinal damage and she gives me this unbelievable leering smile over this discovery, a girl who grins over a dead mans hardon, a woman after my own heart... Date: Monday, October 14, 1991 2:22am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 87963 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Misfits Nipple Skell one... Another day on the meat wagon... I was with my new partner, Billy Legs, a real asshole, we were parked idling at St. Marks and Second laughing our asses off at all the freaks out there on a saturday night into sunday morning tour, coffee from the paper cup, Billy riffing through a Leg Show grinning and only looking up when I alerted him to the passing prescence of a particularly short tight skirt. He was an asshole, but at least I could stand working with the asshole, he was not all shit like the last one. This unbelievable hot pulling the skirt down alla time so fucking short it was and didn't cover the stocking tops either little thing walks across out there, Billy got so upset he leaned forward and mashed the radio button with his knee, making it silent, when she had passed and he finally fell back sweat popping out on his forehead the radio vomited out the next call, which was of course for us, all the fucking luck. "Sixteen George, please respond to Two Six Zero East Tenth, First to A, apartment three Boy, on a difficulty breathing 26 year old female, kay?" "Central, this is sixteen George, responding to difficulty breathing twenny six yearold female on two six zero east Tenth First to A, 'pamment three boy, kay." sez Billy Legs to the mike. "Ahhh fuck, well that shoots the next hour, fuck, alla cute bitches'll be gone when we get back, shit..." sez Billy Legs to no one in particular. I slam the wagon into gear, pop the special effects, almost run over a particularly dead assed crackhead wandering in front of us as we tearass east on St Marks, 911 wears the late crown but not if I can help it, the job is probably just another dopefiend can't fucking breathe skell, jamma mask on her blue face and put her in the Crack Taxi for a short ride to Bellevue, fucking job. It was only a block and a half to the location. These yuppie bastard kids live in the grandest of shitholes in this neighborhood. Never elevators, always narrow goddamn stairways smell of cat piss and beer, beeper boys outside give us the sneer you shitasses work for a living we rule bullshit while I hump the airway bag and the stairchair, Billy has the O2 and the regular crash bag. Three flights up once we get buzzed in, at least Central got an apartment from the skell so we didn't have to go in blind. We are in, the skinny death hair boy that undoes the chain stays under my feet in the hallway like a little shitrag of a dog, not yapping but almost nipping at my heels. The chick is laid out and I mean laid out in the bed, rumpled in the sheets they must have just gotten done screwing and she is cyanotic and unresponsive, she resps maybe 6 times a minute, thready pulse, cool dry skin. She weighs 100 pounds soaking wet with all of her clothes on, five foot nothing. Misfit shirt pulled up to her tits just one tight brown nipple showing. She had reddish pussy hair accented by the general pallor of her body, and jet black hair long and shiny on her head. Billy starts to bag her and I set him up with the Oh Two, she still has a pulse and is breathing, but not by alla that much. The skinny puppy boy is hovering in the doorway looking like he is waiting to be arrested, once I have Billy set up to bag her all the way I get a history from him in the kitchen so as to make him feel useful. The kitchen contains a bottle of wine, a bottle of gin and some cat food. The kid has a name, Steve. Steve says that alla sudden the Misfit Nipple Chick started to heave, like she was drowning, she grabs her throat bulging eyes in the sheets they had in fact been screwing and what's more huffing locker room in massive insvent tank and there must have been quite a spill once Kat, the Misfit Nipple Skell began to go into respiratory distress. He only just met Kat, he has no idea about allergies or any of that shit. I have him sign something and I go back in the bedroom, Billy has Kat's head between his knees squeezing the bag against her blue face, she is so thin you can see her chest rise in the dark from the bagging Billy gives her. I check, she still has a pulse, do real vitals: pulse 110 and thready, BP 144/90, resps by bag @ 30 per minute via Billy Legs. Her pupils are responsive but she is still o u tee anyway. So I get the stairchair ready to give Kat a ride, we wrap her up in blankets leave the shirt on what the fuck she is going away and might as well have something to remember herself by when and if she regains. Believe it or not, you can ventilate a patient while humping them down narrow stairs at two in the morning, we do it alla time. The beeper boys are still out there on the stoop doing this sneer at the citizens hand jive little scumbags bullshit, wait until the Great Unaimed Hollowpoint finds your dead scabby asses I implore god silently as we part the red sea bringing The Misfit Nipple Skell out into the cool breezes she cannot discern. I take over bagging her while Billy unlocks the bus, we hustle her ass in there and lay hon east Tenth street. Well what the hell, my night to drive so I leave Billy and Nipples alone with each other back there. City buses have no real connection between the front and the back, just a little sliding window and I didn't really give a fuck, I hadda drive uptown. There are three colored lights on the dash, the tech in back can make one light up to give the driver an idea of how fast he needs to go. Red for Holee Shitfast, Yellow for Blow Lights Slowly, Green for Stable. Nipples started out red, she was pretty much arrested after all. As I blew the intersection at thirteenth street her light came up yellow. "Patient status?" I yelled thru the sliding door narrowly avoiding a white Chevette darting across my path. Billy's voice came back thick, very slightly slurred: "She's breathing okay, rate 14, pulse 80, BP 140/90, got her on oxygen and she takes the mask..." I let my foot back off the pedal a little, turn off the sound but leave the lights on, now I actually drive like a human again. I radio the vitals ahead to the ER and they kind of acknowledge me back. We are a Crack Taxi again, the patient essentially stable with good signs. We mosey along up First avenue with the lights on until around 25th street, when the green light goes on on my dashboard panel. "New vitals?" I yell back at Billy. In response, I am handed the Misfits tshirt through the sliding window, it still stinks of popper and the hand holding it is tiny, with black sparkly fingernails... Next... Date: Monday, October 14, 1991 2:25am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 87966 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Misfits Nipple Skell, two... (1 reply) second part of Kat the Misfit Nipple Skell... I had this tshirt coming through the siding window, stinks of amyl, held by the tiny hand of the patient. Apparently her condition has improved quite a bit. I rolled down the window to exhaust some of the fumes, but they only run under my nose stronger, the old rush reaction starts to come on, what the fuck is she doing off the stretcher anyway, what the fuck is Billy Legs doing back there? The shirt drops in my lap, the hand that held it begins to snake downward over my chest and there is entirely too much complication coming on here but I start to like it, the old rush reaction the devil in my pants rising I gotta find out what the hell, I kill the lights and pull over to the curb. "BILLY! What the fuck is going on?!" My call through the window falls on no sentient ears, in return I get the Misfit Nipple Skell and her grinning face through the window, her head rhythmically bobbing and her eyes rolling up into her head, she breathes but is not all there. My partner is nowhere in evidence. I take a peek back there and get a strong whiff of the popper smell, the back of the bus has a saturated atmosphere and the cab is getting there fast as well, the shirt she had been wearing was soaked with the stuff, when she went into arrest with her skinny puppy boyfriend they must have knocked over an entire full fresh bottle of the stuff. Twenty One Xray was my bus, I was the head of this little empire and thus I had to go back there and investigate this shit, this is all that I need, an EDP on drugs and where the fuck is Billy? You cannot see shit through ambulance windows, they are coated with some kind of smoke mirror shit to ensure privacy for the patient in the back while providing limited sight to the outside from the inside. You really can't see a fucking thing in there when the lights inside the module are not burning. What a motherfucker of a surprise when I popped the side door back there to find Billy Legs in between her far spread thighs screwing the dogshit out of her from behind, she had one knee on the stretcher and one on the squad bench, just a little thing and the distance between these two items in the back of the bus had her legs at a very wide angle of separation indeed. I got in there speechless and slammed the door this is just what the service needs on the front page of the Pustule tomorrow morning, EMS fucks patients on drugs, film at 11, getcha copy, read all about it if ya know how ta read at this late date in western civilisation. I look to Billy with a what the fuck are you trying to do to me look on my innocently amazed visage but he cannot see shit, he is deep in there with the heavy pulse, amyl works wonders for the savage beast and fucks the mind as well as the body and whatever other body happens to be nearby. Kat the Skell is also elsewhere at the present time, jamming back against my erstwhile partner whos green uniform pants are rumpled like old newspapers around his ankles. They are both quite gone, good thing that the ambulance has everything locked down for transport otherwise the whole shebang might easily fall apart and I would have the distinct possibility of treating patient and partner for various fractures and contusions, imagine the radio call for backup transport on that, fuck my life in the ass, go back to the long cold unemployment line forever on that shit. I was pissed, saw my entire life flying into the toilet. Kat the Nipple Skell changed my mood fast with her teeth pulling down my zipper in the essentially amyl nitrate atmosphere. Where in hell was the O2 at, anyway? She had turned, not much room back there at best so she didn't have to move much, but she had me fast in ten seconds max, warm interior mouth tissue made all my dreams of downfall go away on the quickfast and how. Billy was dead, he just moved to get his device in and out and in and out and in and out his dead fish eyes gone under the orbital verge, no brains left once in the sheath. Me too, I got lost fast, Kat working on me, thank god for East Village slumming bitches on poppers so generous with affection, I started flaccid in her educated texture but she drew me out, made me human and forgetful of my Duty, fuck the world lissen god I have an excuse this chick with this TONGUE who works and slides and I always prayed that there would be days like this, like the song goes, I wish life could be, swedish magazines, no teeth just tongue and other soft tissues that had an intelligence of their own, the lack of oxygen and the plenty of rush fills my lungs with chemical, my pulse rages as this angel runs me through her, I remember the angel imagery from my misspent youth and one girl who used the inhalant in question and made me too, she would come down on me like an angel, felt like the Good Death welcome and requested since time immemorial. At this point in time there is absolutely no one in Twenty One Xray who can see well, all eyes gone and no one in charge except perhaps the patient, a sad situation from the point of view of holy State Protocols but fuck them too, this is a Multiple Casualty Incident from my point of view and at this time I would tell the world that it is not My Fault, I am getting fine head like the dreams of youth unfulfilled life does not get better than this, she pumps me in rhythm with Billy jamming her, she is so small I can look out over her arched naked spine and se all of her without my specs, this item gone somewhere in the boiling fray, who cares, I hear the ER from Bellevue asking a status call, they really are innarested in enroute vitals on the woman who owns the mouth that is sucking my cock and I have absolutely no desire to tell them anything at this time, fuck 'em, later I shall inform them that the radio didn't work all that well, your tax dollars at work and not all that well either, does she even have teeth? Who can tell, there is no evidence as she does me like someone that has a specific hunger that probably cannot ever be satisfied by any means. I hear a glottal sound, deep and unintelligible, Billy Legs coming in her, she loses the passion for me for a little while, concentrating on the sensations she gets from the rear as Billy does the dance, stiffens, dies, gets better. I think he fell back, do not know, she now runs me like her very life is dependent, tongue running 450 horsepower, her tiny hand clamped like steel bands at the base of my cock holding me back while she takes a slow minute just kissing licking the shaft, I am gone like the Berlin Wall, Burroughs silver spots fill the visible world pulse 280, BP 380/220, resps Zero, skin pulsing, hot and covered with sweat, my vitals from the time of pressure drop, thank god for the silver obscurant over the HHC bus windows, it prevents prying lizard eyes from seeing the repulsive total abuse of the Hippocratic Oath, she holds me tight as I pump jizm straight into her, she gets the payoff, ooooh yeeeeaahh, vitals slow, BP comes down, I look down where she is, sucking away trying for more rare nourishment and looks good doing it, slowly the problem rears its ugly goddamn face again. What the hell am I going to do to cover my ass? Date: Thursday, October 17, 1991 11:43pm Forum: Sikfux From: Hotshot Msg#: 89407 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: icebitch.txt File: ICEBITCH.TXT (2 replies) Here's a little story I wrote tonight. It's called, 'The Ice Bitch'. I'm not sure if it belongs here or in the SciFi SIG since it has a sci-fi flavor to it but it is kinda graphic so... Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. :) For some reason this file came out in all caps and with some weird characters in it when it was uploaded. The original file was written as a plain txt file on a Commodore 64 and this may be the reason. Even with this problem I suspect that the file will look fine if it is downloaded via xmodem and sent to a printer. (Somebody let me know if I'm wrong though please...) Date: Sunday, October 20, 1991 10:32am Forum: Sikfux From: Cyberpunk Msg#: 92090 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: sickfuk.txt File: SICKFUK.TXT (3 replies) I'll try sending it one more time. Date: Tuesday, October 29, 1991 1:03am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 96670 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Razor Chick Adventure II (2 replies) The Razor Chick had a terrible itch deep inside, I have never met a woman who had such a need expressed straight up and in ones face. She would walk right up to you and grab you by the center of gravity, smile in yer face squeeze harder. She was a trip, and that was still back in the Academy. Once she rode with me on 21 Xray she had become a more polished sex machine, she was not going to be denied whatever for any reason good or bad. Our first transport landed up with irreparable spinal damage after we got him in the back of the bus, he had been ganged on the street and she was the attendant that night so she ahem attended to his err needs. He had no such desires, really cute greeneyed black nympho meant nothing to this lovely boy and not just because he was unconscious either. It had been a fagbash he was fallen to, but the Razor Chick cared not, she thought he had potential anyway. She managed to get behind the straps that held him immobile to the longboard, get access, he apparently was able to get it up even near death and quite unresponsive but she had that itch and no way in hell was he getting away without screwing her even if he was not really there. She rode him straddling the skinnyassed stretcher while I drove like hell unaware of any such thing going on back there and good too, I would have been nervous that she would have screwed up my patients fragile spinal integrity but unseen is unknown as they say in the biz. She mashed him and fucked the hell out of him and he landed up with a complete transsection at three different vertebrae, fortunately for my shaky record he had injuries that made sense with the eventual paralysis from the shoulders down as he had been beaten severely about the head and torso by seven cauc males 17 - 25 years in age, apprehended onscene, will now be charged with murder etcetera as the patient died, may have been a smile on his face hard to tell but he certainly exhibited signs of terminal arousal, the Razor Chick had opportunity to ride the Neverending Priapistic Hardon and she got around fifteen minutes on it before I got to the Trauma Center and started backing the bus in the bay, she cleaned up pretty fast for one with shaky just came three times legs, I gotta hand it to her, she had talent and skill... This merely served to get her in an even more extreme state of horniness, once the gate is open the story has just barely begun. We got the stiffy signed off at the trauma center and rode back out after replenishing Jessica with fresh dressings and ahem bedclothes for the stretcher. She leaned over nuzzled my crotch eyes closed purring like a kittycat smiling pinching my thigh to hold on. I reached on over, she had the finest ass the world has ever seen gave me great pleasure just simply to feel it in my hand firm yet yielding and very warm as she bit at me through my official green trousers. Getting paid to do this, too. Nice. I could feel her purring throat on my right thigh as we jounced over barely paved roads straight from the third world, her breath steaming into me the entire setup like an evil perfect dream remembered through the haze of years spent alone at the wheel until reunion day. She did my pants with her teeth, smiling up at me while I narrowly avoided two intoxicated couples crossing 28th street they never would have known what hit them and neither would she, down there below the dashboard line tearing my shorts away into rags. The radio farted out another call, who cares, the majority of my colleagues were 10-98 at the time and so I could easily avoid being disturbed when I felt her lips on me first kiss hello back again did ya miss me? We pull up to the red light. A taxi pulls up next door, the driver looking over at me in mute hate, he must have lost a duel on Second Av with one of the crew, I smile at him with a pleasure genuine as the sun, the Razor Chick has pulled my cock out of my pants without using any hands or special extrication devices and I can feel her breath hot and sweet bathing me before a velvet encirclement lips and tongue wrap me within. The cabbie has hypertension from my childlike expression of joy apparently at his rage, he flips me the bird as the light changes and floors the 91 Caprice away in a cloud of litter. Slowly I accelerate 21 Xray out of the intersection, feel her slip farther down on me from the forward movement, respirations playing on me in twin jets as she snorts an exhalation before pulling away to lick at the shaft. There is a speed one can drive at which enables the driver to avoid red lights for miles at a stretch. We went north on First at that speed as she continued her attempt at swallowing me, she would go down and try, find the task difficult after much effort at eroding me with her tongue, then pull her head back up again lick around maybe look up at me to see if I was about to let go, I betrayed little evidence on my face as from the nipple line up I was still in uniform and on the job, got an image to protect here, the HHC is always calm in every situation and for all the world I was just cruising along with the windows up and no partner a tall in the front cab. I did lose it when she nipped me on the very tip of the head with her teeth, I sat bolt upright on the seat fortunately we were at a light and my foot was already on the brake as I would have floored whichever pedal I was on at that time. By Seventy Seventh street, I had about lost it, she had settled into a rhythm of alternately licking just below the head and sucking herself down on me making me disappear entirely still feel the tongue working on the shaft when deep inside, that was what did me in, her tongue pressing and sliding while she raked my balls with her nails all sounds fade out suddenly and no sight possible for just a thousand yearlong second blammo and feel her throat as she takes it grabs my thighs harder tries to go straight through my body to get at the source to take more I feel suction all the way up my spine like a crystal needle after the spasms begin to subside, realize that unknown to me I have gotten three fingers into her during the blowjob and she is now at the end of her own ride, hello, happy to see ya, didja miss me too? Bet your ass I did... Date: Monday, November 4, 1991 11:08pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 99571 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, seven... (3 replies) Autumn brings sanctuary. The sole bad point was that as the temperature got lower, Sheri no longer could be walked outside in the very short tight skirts I dressed her in during the summer, so as to always be able to see her legs. Tight black jeans were an acceptable substitute for the time, but not as good as skirt and stockings. In the summer, Sheri was a public phenomenon, men would drool roll the eyes heavenward pray to god in foreign languages be hated by their wives and in turn hate me when Sheri and I would promenade. She would respond to some of these antics by delivering a devilish and very knowing eyeball from under her brow, stroking my crotch. This was like throwing a dog into a pit filled with crocodiles, much the source of amusement. In autumn, Sheri only exhibited for me. From the dawn when she would wake me if unrestrained to the night when I would allow her to rest, fall brought her to my eyes only. She had never been properly kept before, but soon realized the singular joys of cold weather sequestration once I began to teach her. In the morning, if she was to sleep in cuffs, I would awaken her slowly, with a touch. Some mornings I would roll her nipples between thumb and finger first slow and barely touching, then progressively harder more pressure and speed. Sheri might arch her back letting me know she wanted me to run her tits some more, or she might respond by spreading her legs uncovered by any sheet or blanket or item of clothing, gyrating hips she needed it bad because she had dreamed of me in the night. If Sheri slept in restraints she was not to speak unless told to do so specifically, thus the alternate means of communication. Sheri might also twist her neck, her hands together in the cuffs arms over her head, straining to reach her tits and my hands with her lips and tongue, not quite able to get there, she wanted to use her mouth on me almost all the time but when sleeping restrained she wanted to give me head even more, not being able to do me as she pleased even while I slept. No matter what move she made at waking, I would continue to roll her nipples harder far longer than she wanted me to, gradually moving my fingers around her breasts teasing the shit out of her increasing the scope of manipulation until her desire was at a point just shy of being too much to bear. If she wanted me to screw her, I would gradually begin to run one hand up and down the centerline of her belly just barely touching her, this was a somewhat ticklish spot and she would twist wild silent in the cuffs trying to get away but not really trying, still one hand at her nipple bear down hard at the end of a bellystroke as a punctuation move, the begin again. Soon I had my roving hand caressing the insides of her thighs, the touch spreading her as she tried to get my hand inside her just by jutting her hips, alas I was always too fast until it was time. Then a deliberate slide up her thigh with the middle finger of my left hand leading to her slit, feel the heat even warm enough to keep her rings from being cool, slide up to run against the sides of her clit feel her slide in opposition to try to get some part of me in there prematurely, not quite yet. I have always liked to prolong arousal for as long as possible. When Sheri began to have trouble staying silent, I would escalate from gliding through her labia smearing her juice and helping he make more to actual penetration, one finger at a time, starting out slow moving faster and deeper watching her fuck my hand back, looking at her face into her eyes as she tried to see the point of entry, the one thing I would allow her to do when in restraints was cum, she could not speak or move around, but I never pulled back when she was on the razor edge, rather got in deeper harder faster whatever it took to bring her off at the time. Those mornings, I never let her have my cock until she had cum at least once before and was in the shivering aftereffects, at that time I kissed her eyes and throat, slid up against her wet slit throbbing against her pussy bare except for the piercings, she locked her legs behind my back heels pressed into my spine pulling me into her harder slip through feel her begin to rise again getting me as wet and slick as she was, come back to kneel at her cunt and hold her ass in both hands, spread her wide with my thumbs and give it to her. Starting slow, like everything else, this was a special roller coaster ride she got, just the head at first, Sheri tried to devour me in one fell swoop but most of the time I held control, slow oscillations at the hip fed me into her one centimeter at a time gradually increasing the stroke over a minute or five until she had me in to the hilt, my balls up against her naked screaming pussy. I stayed all the way in, just moving enough to grind her rings against her clit make her go crazy, watch her eyes roll up into her head, if she had the use of her arms she would be beating the shit out of me for running her out this long but ah hah too bad sad story her wrists are held together behind a bar of the brassbed headpiece, her ass is mine and I will make her scream even though she knows she will be in trouble if she so much as moans audibly. Pull out almost all the way, hold for a beat, slam back in halfway, out, in, out then all the way in with a slam up onto her clit, she arches flexes her neck trying to bend double come up between her thighs bite me on the ass, no such luck this morning babypie. I hold her ass, fingers spread out like spiderwebs, her hips held a foot over the bed her body inclined back down to her shoulderblades thighs welded to my sides pick the pace up slow but each stroke full deliberate like a steam locomotive gathering speed out of the station going clear across the continent with no stops a tall. Sheri kicks at my back as I pump into her faster still mechanical pace, in with a slam, hold, out slower and hold, back in again just a little faster and more impact this time, her face buried against her arm she is biting herself to keep from making so much as a sound, she clamps me tight in her legs again and I let go of her ass, she has me like a bear trap held deep inside with all her force, I feel her pussy ripple around my cock see her tears of orgasm roll down her cheeks as she begins to move, like a flame horizontal on the bed, held at each end securely, her breaths come ragged like a longdistance runner but she has not yet made one actual sound. Then as she falls down fifty miles into her rumbling cum, I reach between our hips, find her clit flattened in sweat and funk, roll it slowly between thumb and forefinger, Sheri arches her back so far that I cannot see her tits over the curve of her belly, caanot stand it one more second, screams her throat ragged while I pump her rolling her clit, feel her pull me in, no sight no hearing no taste no smell not anything left but her cunt at the point of perfect death, I stiffen pump her full spurts lava till there is nothing left of either of us, just the dry husks fall to the mattress, Sheri still twitching and groaning throbbing pure liquid heat. I feel her kissing my neck, licking at my earlobe, still holding me inside legs wrapped looser by now, my arms around her waist. I kiss her eyes and say: "Good Morning..." Date: Monday, November 11, 1991 7:56am Forum: Sikfux From: Headman Msg#: 102845 To: Hotshot *EXEMPT* Re: Succubus.TXT File: SUCCUBUS.TXT (Reply to #102206, Reply to #101885,*) (2 replies) I got this HERE, but I edited it and changed it a bit. You may like it. It is Succubus.Bound. - = ]-[ E A D M A N = - Date: Monday, November 11, 1991 9:05am Forum: Sikfux From: Hotshot Msg#: 102900 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Complete the following: (11 replies) Complete the following sentence: Being on After Hours is more fun than... Grades will be returned as soon as possible. :) Date: Tuesday, November 12, 1991 11:36am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 103540 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Annie's little girl act (Reply to #103201, Reply to #102365,*) Tales of the undeputed sex fiend.. Lets begin with this little girl who grew up in north carolina,during the great depression. She was always trying to find new ways of making her mother feel like she was worth something. Always in pigtails. The men around her erea loved her pigtails. So much so that she had them still when she was 32 years old. Her name was Annie..She was a stealthy built blonde girl,and her parents were very poor in the years she was coming of age. This made Annie do strange things. Including this thing she called "A little girl" act. Annie was now the kind of girl that would make her mother turn over in her grave had she known..Bad girl Annie.... She would go out to the corner,and pick up the men there..then take them to her house above the bakery. There she would disrobe with nicely formed nipples,and she would always have her hair in pigtails to turn the men on. Her body was basically built from the ground up,and she was ready willing and able to do anything to avoid being broke and poor like when she was coming of age back when.The men would often ask Annie if she could perform oral sex on them,and speak like a child when doing it, The men got a real kick out of this and always said things like "Fuck my cock you little rug rat" Or "Yes you little girls know more than we give you credit for" The way she was picked up by this one was "Want a piece of candy, little girl" Which was thier secret way of knowing his friends from regular joes on the street..She had often seen muscular men,and she didn't like them being as they had plenty of muscle in their arms and legs,but nothing at all between them. This made Annie very irritated... Take over from here babylips..I have a block! :*:*:*:*>:* >8* >8* Good Maaaaaarnin! [[**]] Date: Tuesday, November 26, 1991 10:00pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 110486 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Blue Snowman (3 replies) I am going to try it One more time. Here goes...>:( The snow was falling hard one day, when I decided to take my baby out to the park.We drove all the way there.It was an hour ride so I knew what we had planned would be easy to do from here. The snow was waist high,and we had taken all the stuff we needed to keep warm.There were people in the snow already making snow angels,and having snowball fights. We wanted to do that too. There was a man in the far end of the park playing a Sax. It sounded so nice,and we got giddy just listening to him.My child was making a snowman and there were 3 other children helping to gather the stuff she needed to complete the face. I told her I was going to search for a spot in the park that wasnt so croewdedso we could run around and throw snowballs at each other. I left. There was a chestnut cart,and I had to have a portion of nuts for the trip around the park. I bought a bag and continued on. There was a football feild,and a large space to play.There were a lot of people there and they were in progress of fighting with the snow already.I saw a 'Cupid' statue in there with the water frozen on it and it looked like diamonds in a dance set to music,it was beautiful! I went back and got my child from the other side of the park. Her snowman was beautiful. 'I have to remember to take a picture of it before I leave' I said. She smiled. We got back to the spot I had found,and my child jumped right into the game..she caught me on the left side of my head with a fairly large snowball. I smiled a devilish grin and made an effort to get back at her. I threw, she ducked, I missed, she laughed ad 'You mised me you missed me!' I didn't think that was nice atall..I chased her all around the park and she fell down,and cried. I rushed over to help her up. I picked her up and asked her if she was alright,and she said : 'SYKE!' with an evil grin..Then she hauled ass like a bat out of hell. We were having so much fun. That is - until my child noticed a 'Crystal box' with purple sticks in it..She called over to me from where she was and when I got there I saw what she was looking at. I knew what it was almost immediately.We checked this box for a way to pull it out from the weeds it was caught under, but there was no way. My child backed up,turned and fled to get a Ranger. I heard her talking to Ranger Thomas..she said : 'Mom and me just found a 'Blue Snowman'. Come quick!' When I heard her say Blue snowman I giggled. It sounded funny. I am not wrapped too tight you see. I am warped more than I am wrapped. :) The rangers didn't bother asking her what she meant,they just came over to the spot and hooked it,,to drag it out from the bush.There were 21 men all together heave - hoing and they finally freed it. When I saw what it was I knew I was in for a fun time - somehow. The man inside was dressed in a pair of shorts,and a short sleeved Tee shitrt. He looked as though he tried to take off his clothes and swim to the top before it was too late..guess what?He failed. Bahah! His clothes were still on the bank of the river where he threw them,and the ID inside said his name was Donald Gaynor. And though alot frozen,he didn't look any older then 33. He was well built,and he had blonde hair.His face was frozen in fear..litterally. He also looked like he could be wuite tall.I was there to have a good time with my child,and guess who is going to work now? Yuppers..I can still have a marvy time. I just know it. I packed the child in the car,and asked the guys to throw the stiff inside in a body bag.I won't mention why I had to be the one who drove him there yet. I have a secret..later >:) Upon completion of the load,I took the stiff to the nearest morgue. How quaint there was one an hour away...hmm..I had to be crazy working on such a beautiful day. O well. My child was in the front seat with me,and our 'Frozen friend' was in the back of the car.When we got to the morgue,Darryl was there waiting for us. He had an autopsy to perform.I was truly about to find out the meaning of dad always saying to his friends : 'Bundle up, or you'll freeze your balls off' and I wasn't expecting it at all when it came. Darryl undid the bag,and slid Donald out. He just got there a month ago and had no expectation of what he was about to see either. He took off the shirt,and when he did, he noticed resistance. He realized he had to be careful taking this off. As we took it off,he noticed 2 little hard balls. OMIGOD!It was Donald's nipples. I laffed at that,I found it funny. Darryl was so nervous after seeing that he grabbed his chest. This would have been gross to me if I wasn't such a fucking *SICKO* to start with.Then he went for the shorts. We heard something go *Peelunket* When we looked,there was his cock on the floor by the table he lay on. Apparently, it was stuck in his underwear when it froze I laffed even harder! Darryl had to move the body to the table for the autopsy. He lay the body gently on the table and when he did, the ears fell off the head. God! I laughed so fucking hard I cried! Juanita (the new assistant) didn't see this stuff funny. I saw everything funny. These peopel have no funnybones. :) This bitch was a PRUDE! She thought it was all disgusting. This made me laugh even harder. See,whatever the genital was that fell of the stiff, Darryl held that part of HIS anatomy and whinced. I think I would have lost my water. But the prude in the corner kept giving me sharp fucked up looks. If you could have seen that,you would've bawled too. Darryl finally finished the autopsy,and was about ready to put the stiff tagged in the draw. I turned to leave at that point still sniffling from the laughter,and heard him say........ 'SHIT!!' When I turned back around, I saw him hunched over holding his nuts. I thought at first he rammed them with the drawer,but then I noticed the balls on the floor. Donalds balls were on the floor by his feet! That shit had me dying of sheer unadulterated hysterical mirth. Poor Darryl, he couldn't digest what he was seeing that night. I could. It was all funny as hell to me. I have never seen anything that came close to it. Ok, here is why I had to drive,My father owns the morgue I drove to and I had the car needed for the job. My child hates that car now,and well she should. I would too if I wasn't such a sick bitch! I have been fucked in that car and if it could talk, my dad would never think of letting me have it again. I concieved my child in that car,and if he knew that he would NEVER let me have it again. And I'll tell you this. I am glad the walls don't have eyes and ears, cuz I got laid in the casket in the room down the hall. If he knew about that he would fucking kill my ass! I will never forget the 'Blue Snowman' cuz he bought a smile to my face that had been missing for a long time. Nice to have it back. :) My child has fallen asleep so I have to take her to my Grammy's house.And then, I am going to the park to take a picture of her Snowman.I guess we will just have to try this snowball fight thing again tomorrow eh? :] This ends my tale - sick and twisted as it may be- Have a nice WARM winter. And remember....DRESS WARM or YOU'LL FREEZE YOUR BALLS OFF! Bahahah! Thanks to Dti for giving me the courage to write this. I wasn't going to write AnYtHiNg ElSe! Until he gave me the strength to try this out. :* Date: Thursday, November 28, 1991 12:27am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 111086 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sheri, eight... (2 replies) Sheri was on good behaviour. She slept unfettered and had been let loose only this evening after a prolonged period of house arrest. I came home late, the world was calling and it paid overtime that went toward a set of leather stockings I was having made for her, they would lace up the back, all the way, she had seen them and she knew she was getting them soon. Sheri slept or at least appeared to as I got between the sheets, I kissed her collarbone and fell off with my fingers between her legs, in the wet smooth; my palm over her tattoo and my wrist under her garterbelt, secure. I sleep on my back. I had a dream that Sheri was greasing my thigh with her slit, spreading herself over me and suckling at me like a baby, giving me a certain rigidity. In the dream I reached out stroked her hair as she pressed her ringed labia into my thigh rhythmically getting more wet with each move of her hips, sucking harder at me until my nipples had stiffened enough that she could bite them. I pinched her flanks and her ass between my fingernails, leaving a trail of reddish marks behind. Then the dream Sheri got hold of me in her hand, began to stroke me and palm the head spreading precum over it slippery wet, but the feeling in the dream was much wetter and vastly hotter than any hand, the sensation completely encompassed my cock and moved around it as a unit, and I felt no more pressure on my leg although I looked and saw her still there humping and grinding against me like a schoolgirl. At that point I willed myself to open my eyes for real, check this out, it would end the dream but I could have her for real simply by reaching across the bed to her. As I came out of sleep the sensation remained and sound began to creep into the repertoire, never had talking dreams much, they are essentially visual for me, but I could hear her moaning and saying more daddy and of course I could feel her still. The room was entirely dark, the streetlight outside had blown out a couple of weeks ago and not been repaired yet, I strained to see in the dark and gradually began to make out a floating silhouette in the shape of a corset, floating a foot above it was a short horizontal stripe, and at my sides were a pair of tapered cylindrical forms, all these things appeared to be white, they were all I could see. I reached out to my sides and felt silk unmistakably filled with thigh, but when I heard the faint jingle of her rings I knew that what I felt with my prick was surely her pussy. She thought that she was fucking me while I slept, and I kept quiet so as not to disrupt her play. Sheri did not touch me with any part of her body except her smooth walls and the rings, when she bottomed on me. Her arms were behind her, she held herself over me on her hands and toes, she did not want me to wake up, she just wanted to take me while I dreamed. I lay back my eyes slits in the dark, watching her move, the white bar above the corset swaying from side to side as she flexed her neck and the collar thereon. The feeling was intensified by the total lack of other points of connection, all there was in the entire universe was her cunt enveloping me, moving slowly so as not to shake the bed unduly, slow and smooth. She moved one arm so her hand was between my knees and began to rub her clit and pull at herself, moving her labia and pulling tighter against the shaft, spreading slick all around the area between her thighs but never actually touching me with her fingertips. In the starlight, all I could see of her was her torso clad in white and a pair of disembodied legs flexing at my sides. She was bending back, pulling my cock down toward my feet still pumping away on me, beginning to breathe irregularly as the tempo of her masturbation accelerated. Sheri produced copious amounts of lube, she was always wet and only got wetter, I felt it running slowly around my balls and could barely make out the slick but the glints I caught could also have been the rings in her piercings. She moved straight, covering and exposing me, beginning to finger her asshole as well, juicing it with spare lube. I snored lightly to keep her in the dark as to my level of consciousness, I did not want to miss this, she would blow me awake regularly and Many times I awoke in the cold light of dawn to find her straddling me just as she did now, but this time she was unaware of my prescence and I wanted to keep it that way for awhile yet. Sheri pulled almost all the way off, then dropped to the hilt, stayed there for a moment slowly moving her hips in a small circle sandwiching her fingers between me and her clit, then slowly pulled completely off me. She held me lightly in her fingers, wet on wet, repositioned and let me into her ass. A slow sink onto me, but everything was so slick that although tight, there was no real resistance to her engineered invasion. Once she had me all the way inside she started doing herself again, what a selfish little thing! Leaning back farther than before, all I could see was her thighs white dim forms completely invisible except for her stockings, but my errant hand crept closer and I allowed my fingers to join hers. She was still doing her clit, but I worked inside, first two then three fingers in the heart of darkness disappearing once inserted as if by some magic. She bore down on me then, filled by cock and in the process of filling via fingers as well, Sheri let out a pouting grunt and mashed my hand into her farther, starting my fourth finger in. Her head was at my feet and she was completely folded over me moving only her pelvis and rapidly becoming lost in herself. I fingerfucked her faster than she did me and once I started to mash her clit with my thumb she was starting to gasp my name ragged gasps of breath in time with her pump. Sheri let out a great gurgling moan and collapsed entirely, stopped moving altogether except for a few spasms, and after a few more seconds of abusing her pussy I began to hear her breathing start to become regular again, and with this her particular snore. I moved her gingerly to the side got closer to her face, she was in fact sound asleep and probably was the entire time. I continued to buttfuck her, kissing her eyelids and ears in the dark, she was a singular gem and I tried not to wake her as I got mine... Date: Friday, November 29, 1991 6:26pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 111957 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: The 12 days of X-Mas....NOT! (4 replies) On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me... A ride to NCB - On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB .. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2bloody lips, and a ride to NCB.. ON the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave t teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips and a ride to NCB oOn the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 6 Hawks a pecking, *** 5 BROKEN RIBS *** 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me 7 fucked up fingers, 6 Hawks a pecking , *** 5 BROKEN RIBS!! ***, 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB.. On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 8 maggots hatching, 7 fucked up fingers, 6 Hawks a pecking, *** 5 BROKEN RIBS!! ***, 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB.. On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 9 poison oak leaves, 8 maggots hatching, 7 fucked up fingers, 6 Hawks a pecking,*** 5 BROKEN RIBS!! ***, 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB.. On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 10 stitches healing healing, 9 poison oak leaves, 8 maggots hatching, 7 fucked up fingers, 6 Hawks a pecking, *** 5 BROKEN RIBS!! ***, 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips,and a ride to NCB.. On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 11 11 slaps for beefing,10 stitches healing, 9 poison oak leaves, 8 maggots hatching, 7 fucked up fingers, 6 Hawks a pecking, *** 5 BROKEN RIBS!! ***, 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes,2 bloody lips,and a ride to NCB.. On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 bullets flying, 11 slaps for beefing, 10 stitches healing, 9 poison oak leaves, 8 maggots hatching, 7 fucked up fingers, 6 Hawks a pecking, *** 5 BROKEN RIBS!! ***. 4 missing teeth, 3 cracked toes, 2 bloody lips, and a ride to NCB... Footnote - NCB is a hospital here in the Bronx,called North Central Bronx..I had to give it mention,we needed a hospital. :) I know you were wondering. Date: Tuesday, December 10, 1991 2:03am Forum: Sikfux From: Phoenix Msg#: 116090 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: rootjob.doc File: ROOTJOB.DOC (4 replies) The title is self-explanatory. Aside from that, I advise y'all to brush twice a day, and see your dentist twice a year....if you dare. Date: Sunday, December 15, 1991 10:21am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 118159 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: This is for the guys.. (3 replies) It is a repeat of a personal ad... If you like Pina Coladas getting caught in the rain and the feel of the ocean and the taste of champagne if you like making love at midnite and the dunes on the cape... I'm the love that you've looked for write to me and - ESCAPE! E-Mail only please :* Date: Tuesday, December 17, 1991 6:40pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 119447 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: I got fucked in a Hearse.. (5 replies) When I was at my grandfathers funeral, the same day I laid my best friends boyfriend, I also got laid in the back of the hearse they drove him to the grave sight in as well. I thought it was a weird idea at first,but then I saw how much room was in the fucking thing! I was half clad in a body suit,and black jeans as tight as the skin on a grape. I had easy fucking access to it and he wasn't going to get away. I was in such a hurry to lose my *ahem* virginity that it took HIM to do the job. My mom,and all the rest of the imbasils of my fammy were down at the grave site,and they weren't looking for me cuz I had this thing about dead people anyway. It was just a matter of time,and I had no idea how much that would be for me. This guy's name was Darrin,and he was georgeous. He was so good,and he was very gentle too. I guess he didn't really like Angela cuz if he did I wouldn't have had him between my legs while she said her last goodbyes to my grandpa.I had no guilt in me then,nor do I now. The men had left the car running all the time that they were away from it, and my dad was going to drive it back. It had a "curtain" in it in the back with a rather large divider,so if I were to be in there when everyone piled back in the fucking thing,they wouldn't have seen us anyway. I was taken with this knowledge,and somehow I got turned on by the idea of someone seeing us going at it just the same. God thinking of it now is making me cum in my pants! I was so young, and he was much older than me. But I had alot of older friends. This is why I was married at 18 to a 45 year old man (my daughters father) and I have always been attrsacted to older friends. :) Ok I was in this hearse and I was spread eagle, yet still dressed. He came into the back to kiss me and I let me legs fall apart for him to get into the middle and snuggle up to me. I was hot for this guy since "round one" and was eager to finish where qwe left off. He was about ready to strip me when we heard my mom coming to the rear side of the car, and she was getting closer. Angela was with her,and we knew we were dead mothers. After the scare, we realized it was just to get her camera to take her pictures - the bitch! We went back to what we were doing. He took my pants off and ran his hand up and down my leg,and said "You are so thin babe, why can't Angie be like that?" He professed his love to me at that point, but even as young as I was I knew he was just putting butter on the popcorn so to speak. I wasn't impressed! I just wanted him to fill up my hole and fast. He was ready to fuck me and once again I let my legs fall apart to welcome him in..I kinda welcomed him with "Open Legs" if you will. I got this funny feeling inside when he came close to me,and when he entered me I went fucking nuts! The back of the car was pitch black,and we were about to fucking fall out of the back. He was ramming me so hard,and I was screaming so loud, we just knew it was going to cause trouble. At that point I didn't care cuz it felt so good to me. I need him to fuck me then! I learned something about myself that day - I talk in fluent spanish when I am about to reach an orgasm...heheh I wanted to tell Angela about what I had done with her boyfriend,but I didn't have to. Two weeks later he and Angie broke up,and he left her with no plans of returning to her. He was such a gentleman he kept in touch with me even after he left her. I guess he really did love me, and he meant it. He kept in contact with me until the day he died as a matter of fact. Last november - on Nov.5th. I wasn't going to his funeral either..I may have fucked his best friend. hehehehe Tah dah! Thats the story of how I got laid in the back of the hearse. I loved it to deathmand it introduced me to the wonderful world of good DICK! Date: Wednesday, December 18, 1991 12:00pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 119783 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: As of 10:45 this morning.. (3 replies) I was looking out the window, and I saw the strangest thing. To all of you who have been told about my "Hood" here in the Bronx, I tell the rest the same right now. You can come to our hood and see nothing except the occasional drunk get run over on the Concourse, thats it - not much fun for some of us, but I cum all over myself thinking about it. Um I have never seen anyone get shot,nor have I ever heard of anyone getting shot -unless it is self inflicted..Like this past summer [another story completely] Okay I was looking out of the window as usuak and I saw this car come careening down the stret. He was going at least 90 in a 30 mph zone in the middle strip of the Conc. He was going fucking fast, as I turned away to go tend to my niece, I heard a ***SCREECH!** and when I looked back out the window, His car was in mid air doing a serious swan dive on the middle island [streetwalk] and it came down with a major CRASH! upside down and it looked like it turned convertible. There were three adult children [teens] in the car and they were in bad shape! I liked that 8) I thought it was a beautiful thing to have happened.. I wanted the car to finish the scenario by going **BOOOOM!!**,but it never happened....DAMN...a word to the wise. - If you drive like hell, you will in fact get there, and there is always going to be someone like me to watch and cream on myself for the sheer pleasure of it all. P.s. I have the Deil's beeper so if you want to go to hell why not call and make reservations? :) --=*Brandie*=-- The sick fuck! Date: Thursday, December 19, 1991 2:31am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 119951 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Desirable Surgical Procedure (1 reply) I am goin to teach you about loss, O yea, you just sit there and see fuckface you gone to school today for the very first and last time La Escuela Mordada then off to the river to fuck the fish. You thought it was safe to go outside well guess again cocksucker hunting season never ends and the other game has long gone from these parts, you learn this shit one time and then you never forget it new creases on your grey jelly brain filled with lactating nuns in bondage screaming curses in dead languages as they cum, shattering bones in the deepest recesses of the catacombs under the church. Loss is my name I was put on earth to learn and then to teach by example the worst lessons but the most important. Things your parents recoil in fear to teach you, they'll sooner teach you that your skin will peel off rotten stinking if you masturbate than tell you you have nothing and it is all con, they'll easier mend your adolescent ways slap you in the head tell you the cat will get your dick when you sleep that teach you the real truth the stuff no one wants to know, the actual story that is inescapable from dawn to dusk, makes the bugs run out of my ears when it comes on strong I get shooting stars have not slept since March 7 1970 when I found out all by my lonesome. Stay in the house at all times avoid this thing but it will knock down the door to your fragile reality anyway it does not care and it is not a signatory to the Geneva Convention so the accepted rules of fear do not apply, there are people in the Far East who eat the brains of living monkeys they claim the taste is unmatched they have a certain amount of control over the situation and exploit it getting a minor trouser stain in the course of the proceedings, they have the edge of this truth but not the whole, they got the idea and are on the right track but still need some development. The game is control pure and simple make people shit the bed from one thousand miles away distant in the breeze but felt nonetheless, give the people no choice and the people will give you untamed love if you have the meat on the bones to back up your claim. Trust me. What better thing can you do, beware, this is a deep question and needs to be contemplated over the course of several days so you got time, rope is tight and made of synthetic materials not going nowhere nohow so set back and relax sorry I can't offer refreshments but you see I do lack this certain thing, this bit of paper, they would not give me a cabaret license so your mouth must stay dry by edict of the State for the time being, gives you less to alter your concentration with I must admit and BTW sorry if you thought this was a sex story you might as well turn the page there is nothing hot in here a tall. There is nothing left to offer at any rate, just the dry bones of my personal message I got siffed to Earth to impart, like Jesus he had a message to give and I do not expect mine to be taken literally either so just in advance there is nothing personal to it at any rate, not a story of love but not one of hate either, just one about how little choice there is and how you really ought to do like some who have seen the everlasting pain at the end of all good endeavours and just say fuck it, fuck it all, go to the sawbones put in your requisition for the operation lose one pound of essentially useless and always troublesome cerebral tissue let it go let it go if it loves you it will come back and believe you me after the stitches come out you will not know the diff. If it comes back you would curse the revelation, life is simpler and vastly more pleasant without the awareness anyway and you still can function to the level needed to operate modern American societal machinery... Date: Friday, December 20, 1991 3:15pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 120681 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: How to blow a horse - CORRECTLY... (3 replies) Okay - here it is,I am going to share a secret I have had for a couple of days. I hope you use this info well >:) I know this is going to sound strange, but I had a dream about me being Catherine The Great, and I lusted after Horse dicks. :) I loved sucking horse dicks,and was looking at a dog funny... Let's say you found a horse. This horse's body glimmers in the shimmering light of the barnyard,and you like the way it looks.. You just came from home,and you have nothing to do..You look upon the horse,and find out that it has somehow maintained an erection.. Looking under the horse,you spot a little drop of Pre-Cum.. You know the horse is ready - Let's name the horse "Thunder bolt" okay. :) Okay, you know the horse is ready,and Thunderbolt seems not to know what you are doing when you close the door.. You get undressed so it will be easy to gain access to what ever you will need,now you kneel down under the horse and you proceed to give it head..as you are about to, you notice that his cock is a bit too big for your little head..You try to keep the horse erect by rubbing your clit on his head (dickhead) The horse suddenly becomes more excited than before,The horse is small enough to mount you, but not big enough to hurt you in any way.You take the head of the horse and drive it all the way into your mouth,The head goes all the way back to your throat,but once you get used to it..you start slliding it back and forth - very easily - back and forth - back and forth :) ThunderBolt seems to be getting more excited and his dick is growing bigger now..And it seems that you are also ready to be taken by this horse..You take the legs of the horse and drive the penis deep within your depths as far as it will go..Suddenly the horse starts bucking and his movements align with yours. This goes on for about 5 minutes,and then you sense that the horse is ejaculating bit by bit..And you can't stop for your frenzied moment of passion is coupled with the heat of desire! I had this dream last night and decided to write it out my own way, but it does have it's stronger points too. :) Happy Horse riding ladies! Bahahahahaha! <> ]--=*Brandie*=--[ "The Great".....? Date: Saturday, December 21, 1991 7:12am Forum: Sikfux From: Headman Msg#: 121009 To: Lythande *EXEMPT* Re: Desirable Surgical Procedure File: 121009.ATT (Reply to #120902, Reply to #120775,*) (3 replies) Was this it? - = ]-[ E A D M A N = - Date: Saturday, December 21, 1991 7:40pm Forum: Sikfux From: Phoenix Msg#: 121267 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Christmas song (Reply to #120855, Reply to #120824,*) (3 replies) On the 16th day of Christmas my true love gave to me... 16 flavored condoms 15 purple hickeys 14 days 'til ovulation 13 consecutive orgasms 12 cunthairs bitten off 11 squeaks and squeals 10 rubber fingers 9 and a half weeks 8 birchrod spankings 7 days of panties 6 very sik fux 5 co------ock rinnnnnngs! 4 long black garters 3 deep-diving trips 2 erected nipples and a Gerbil-fucking Gere on TV!!!!!! A Seasonal ditty from _____ ======}/)hoenix ====}/ Date: Tuesday, December 24, 1991 12:03pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 122541 To: Headman *EXEMPT* Re: How to blow a horse - CORRECTLY... (Reply to #122381, Reply to #122215,*) (3 replies) Headman, Yes I have, it felt all icky and yucky, but he did have a nice long shlong..I always wonderd what it would be like to fuck my retriever and now I jnow. You know, I thought I was pregnant by him to. His name was Goldie, and he was one great fuck! I miss him. He got into a fight over me with another dog on my block (a pit) and he died in the process of protecting my valor. :( I will never forget him. I liked th way he came as soon as he was ready to shoot his wad, and HE didn't roll over and say good night like MEN do all the time, home boy was ready for more. I like a dog that can go all night, and with me that is always a plus in my book. :) I am happy to answer anyhting you have to ask me. I will tell you this, if I wasn't high on plecibos the night I fucked my retriever I never would have experienced the true thrill of my essence...Woman hood sure is great. The dog made me feel so beautiful... Date: Friday, December 27, 1991 10:39pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 124710 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Entangled webs,and other short stories (2 replies) It was he that I wanted all the time, he and his naive stealth. He was the one. I was into this man for a couple of days and was afraid to let him see. It was going to be the best thing I ever did for him, if only he would give me the chance .... It was a warm rainy day, and he was there on a car. He leaned against that car like he owned the world. It wasn't his,and when the alarm sounded, he couldn't care a damn one way or the other. He knew he was "All that". I loved his look and he knew it. I was going to see him tonight, have a little dinner, and bring him back to my crib - for a night cap. He appeared to be having some irregular thoughts whenever we spoke on the phone, and this turneed me on. His mind worked like that of a criminal on the verge of committing a wrong doing. I loved that quality in him. I was dressed in my all leather outfit for this occasion, and he in his. We looked like 2 punk rock bikers from hell with the way we had been dressed. The sleaziest couple in town, you might say. He was driving this car, and the car had a bumper sticker on it FTW (fuck the world) this man was my type of guy. He wore his boots like a man of determined strength,and he had a certain thing he did with his eyes..I melted just talking to him on the phone at times. I wanted this man in the worse possible way imaginable. I was going to get him. He took me to this swank restaurant and we had the best from the menu. He was so generous it was sickening sometimes, but I loved that quality in him. He was the best. ------ We sat there, and we ate dinner, and then we stayed on longer just talking about things in general. He said "I like you, alot..you have the longest legs I have ever seen baby" I looked at him, and cut my eyes in embarrassment.He was talking to me in a way I have been known to talk to guys myself, and I liked it. I wore this leather mini skirt, and a halter type leather top with zippers all around it. The skirt was so tight, I had to unzip the front when we got bAck in the car. He wore a pair of Pointy leather boots, and pair of pants. He had this leather ensemble like I had never seen before, and it was so dope! When we left the diner, he left the waiter a tip of 20 dollars, and we headed for the door. He was so gentle and loving. I love that in a man and he knew these things before I even said them sometimes. :) He held the car door open for me,and let me in first, and he ran around to the other end to get in. He fastend himself into the car seat and we fled. The car went so fast sometimes, I wanted to stick my head out of the top,and just feel th wind go thru my face. It was a wonderful night. We had to stop for gas,and he was so sure we were going to need it to get back to my house that he bought more than he actually needed. we got to my house, and he said he didn't want to come up..but I coaxed him into it. When we got there, I asked him if he would like a cup of coffe,or anything,and he said "Yes -come here baby" so I did as I was told. He was so tender when he kissed me it was a sin.He picked me up and put me on the floor on the rug, under the window, and said "stay there." He stood up, and took his coat and vest off, and lie down beside me,and he sat up thinking to himself for a while. He said "Would you like to make love? I have been dying to do it yo you all night,and I can't wait any longer" I said "Yes, you have read my mind, and I wished all night for this." He began to take my clothes off, and he disrobed me very patiently, and slowly. It was a switch from the quik handed men I knew before. He left me with the skirt and the bra on, and began to strip himself. He was doing a good job, until a minute after he got to his belt. He said "Baby, I dont think I can do this" I looked at him, and wondered to myself "Why the fuck did he start me off then" and gave him a real fucked up look! He said he wasn't sure of himself, and he was still a virgin. He was 30 and still a virgin?! I nevr heard of it. I tightened up, cuz I didn't know what to say to him. I said "Okay you dont have to do anything" and went to my room to bed. It was 3 am and I felt the presemce of someone in my room. When I turned on the table lamp I was astonished to see HIM standing there over my bed with his clothes completely gone! He was this Grek God looking type of guy in his body,and he was the best lay I would ever have if he trusted me to ruin his record. I was game! He stepped in closer to the bed, lifted the covers,and snuggled into the sheets, rolling over and holding me. I loved the feel ogf that. I disappeared under th sheet for a little extra fun and when I put my mouth on his head (cock) he didn't know how to hold in his moans. I thought it was so cute how he tried tho. :) I just did what came naturally. And his dick was so long and so hard, I couldn't imagine it being all mine like this. I had to give him the best suck off of MY life. I did. Then I felt his hands giving my tits a great massage,and he was rubbing my clit with one hand as he did this with the oither. It was so gentle.God he was so good to me, and I wanted to show him how much I appreciated it. We went on like this for a bit,and then he got the courage to come up ontop of me..and fuck me! He was doing good, until I felt "Sherman" (his cock) drop in a substantial amount..I didn't know how to tell him, as he was bucking and going on like he was enjoying the ITS DEAD! was all I could think of, and it was just a matter of time before I could take no more of it. I had to tell him..or should I? Lets be tactful I thought..I can't hurt his feelings, so I faked all the orgasms so he would know nothing. I thought I was going to barf and he would be hurt, but I kept my cool. I hate this I hate this was all I could think. I was sorry he was the one I chose after a while,and I just didn't have the heart to tell him..I needed to get him out of me - or in this case OFF of me. So I faked one more orgasm,and pretended to pass out..he shook me and asked himself" Maybe I killed her" but he felt me breathing,and he knew it wasnt so. It was all I could do to hold back a chuckle..but I made it. He rolled over and went to sleep. ...Then I was really wondering what had happened "Should I tell him?" then I thought "No, it will crush him..he thinks he pleasured me." It was in reality one of those things where I wanted to roll over and read a newspaper until he came back to earth. I was in the mood to be a bitch,and woke him up to tell him he had done nothing for me, but I wasn't that cold. He said "Nice to have you back. Was it that good you passed out?" I said "Mmm hmm" and rolled over, never to tell anyone this secret. It has stayed with me til now,and it will stay with me again after you all read this. Beware the man who tells you he is a virgin..he is a wolf in sheeps clothing, and it hurts like a muthafukah when they dry you out and cant remoisten it in there..:) Ok so now you know the story,but shhhhh Date: Saturday, December 28, 1991 3:30pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 124974 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Special Request & Popular Demand Reissue (2 replies) We got a call for a woman down in an apartment across town. No further and no callback, all the signs of a beat run, but what the fuck, they pay us to drive around and check this shit out. I was driving that night, my new idiot partner was the crew. When we got there, maybe four minutes later, Sal called central for any additional info, but we were doomed to only get the address and the nebulous complaint: "Woman Down". She was on the third floor and there was a big enough elevator for the stretcher and all the other stuff. She was probably just another skell crackhead who momentarily forgot to breathe, let's bring O2 just to be nice. I banged on the door. Several times, to no audible avail. We broke and entered just like law and found her lying on the bed. No response. No airway obstructions. No breathing - oh shit. Sal gets the bag mask set up while I vent with my handy dandy pocket mask, never know where these dead people's mouths have been or if they are getting ready to puke down yer throat. I give the girl two vents and check the pulse. The telltale total abscence of throb at the neck sets up our next action, and Idiot Sal is right there bagging her while I mash her chest just like I'm supposed to. We do this for awhile and of course, nothing happens. I felt a distinctive lack of body heat when I palped her neck and figured she was long gone like last years snow, but lesser miracles have happened in times like these. We ran thru the drill, got her packed on the stretcher and into the hall and the cops still hadn't come. Love that backup, oooo yeah. Down the elevator one last fuckin' time for the Cold Fish Queen and her twin escorts, out into the hall and I can see the ambulance is in the process of being lightened by misguided children believing we are medics who have drugs inside. They want dope, just rip the cool skell lady on my rollaway deathbed open and catch more chemicals than you can ingest. Idiot Sal leaves me in the hall with the Ice Queen at three in the morning Sunday; three hours to go until I get to go home and he decides to be a hero and protect municipal property. I keep bagging her, mashing her, she doesn't mind the attention at all. Idiot Sal truly earns his name here. He walks into more than one stray round, where in christendom the tiny messengers of doom came from I have no fucking idea. I know the little mechanics working on the bus were not the source, one of them caught a couple too. I decide that discretion is the better part of valor seeing as Sal has generously leavened the boulevard with personal cranial tissue and the kid on the sidewalk is not a call I have been dispatched to yet. I make it back up the elevator with my date, neglecting to bag her in the innarests of speedy movement. She doesn't mind. I find myself looking into her pinpoint pupils on the ride out of the hallway, she was kinda cute. Her shirt got all stretched from me beating the shit out of her in the mandatory attempt at bringing her dead ass back into this vale of tears. Nice tits. She had a tattoo on her left tit that said "MI VIDA LOCA" and another one on the other tit that was a picture of a little devil graced with the legend: "PROPERTY OF NOMADS MC". Poor baby, never even got past group posession status. What the fuck, I had to call landline and get cavalry, get the fuck out of Dodge, here I was feeling up this 68 degree cool skell OD. "I really need to get laid, this is bad..." I told her as I shook the bad thought out of my head for a minute. The elevator stopped, we rolled back to Chickie's apartment, looked just like it did before, the door swinging a little in an unknown breeze. I rolled her into the front room and she stopped against the coffee table while I looked for a phone. "Cookie, where you keep El Telefono, I need to make a local call if you don't mind." She didn't mind, but she wouldn't tell me where in the crackhead ratnest of fastfood debris the phone was buried. Idiot Sal had the radio, crackling static and telemetry beeps into the afterlife, fat fucking lot of good that does me and my gal pal... It was so quiet in there. You could hear babies wailing from the house next door, but there was calm in Chiquita's house. I started to hear the code three wail out there, figured someone called this in and went over to her to get her out under cover once the street got peaceful. Still scattered shots out in front, these kids today, stripping clips and who gives a fuck about the impending doom of the siren's wail. The siren's call. I looked at her face again and saw the hint of a saucy grin. I need to start eating right, I am getting fucked up, it's just her lips starting to peel back. I flipped her over to make sure there was dependent lividity to get me off the hook for terminating resuscitation and found that she had nice curves and no purplish pooled areas to speak of. Fucked again! Well, with Idiot Sal dead my supervisor would probably let me off the hook. She had a nice ass, it was warmer than the rest of her and felt like what I needed. Fuck my mind!! She only weighed maybe 105 pounds, she had long black hair, I pulled her onto the couch and she didn't mind. Her jeans were too tight to pull down so out with the bandage shears and off with the barrier, I gotta stop this before it's too late but I know I won't so maybe I'll find fractures to make the cut pants a reasonable action. She was wearing these little cotton panties with like flowers printed on them as if she was some little kid and not a thirty year old dead skell under my dubious but affectionate care. I was harder than Chinese arithmetic and she was all mine. Inside of her thighs was the warmest flesh on her and the palest as well. She was still loose as if breathing and when I parted her legs she didn't mind. Two more snips from the shears and she was naked and unashamed in all her pale glory. I did minimal foreplay with the aid of KY from the airway bag and I was in. She was at her warmest deep inside. I always like it when a woman looks me in the eye while getting poked and this one looked a lot like a girl I saw in a diner last week who I had lusted after, so I was in pig heaven. She was almost as responsive as my third wife, but close gets no cigar. I came first as I figured she would take a really long time to get off and it was fine, Carmen laying there grinning up at me with her arms gently swaying at her sides. I slid out and sat next to her body on the couch, lit a smoke, wiped off on some gauze and started to talk to her. I forget how long that lasted, but in my next conscious moment the door opened. This event was followed by the appearance of uniformed personnel in little Chinita's apartment. It sure was quiet. Date: Saturday, December 28, 1991 10:51pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 125137 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Cold Comfort (3 replies) One freezing blue testicle night in the early eighties Bill was coming back home from a late night. He was alone as all such people are by nature's design, but he had companionship on his fevered mind. He had spent the better part of the evening failed attempts at engineering some contact and it was still dark and cold outside when he half drunk half sick made it through the turnstile at 14th street for the Uptown train. Half sick as the ready green had run out some hours ago and the alcohol content of his essential fluids was nosediving along with his febrile hopes. There were two other people on the platform when he made it all the way down, one dead mass of flesh surrounded by sacks and bags and newspapers and a stench that cut through the lack of therms in the air just fine thank you. The other one was a TA fella with a hose who was engaged in the puzzling task of spraying water on the extremely cold surfaces of the thirteenth street entrance stairs. Why in gods name would anyone spray straight water on stairs in winter, only get a lot of ice and have a thick lawsuit in the morning. Bill sat down on the bench as far as he could jam himself away from the bag lady and her atmospherics. He sat. It would be a long time before a train happened. As time wore on and nothing became true Bill noted the information given by the hanging clock: It said eleven, either am or pm take yer pick doesn't matter. It had been three thirty when he set off from the bar. O well. It was quiet enough to hear the rats chewing the insulation off the signal wires below the platform. Bill considered lighting a smoke but the fella with the hose kept staring at him while he thickened the coat of ice on his stairway. Steam blew out the man's nostrils, made him look like a bull. Bill hallucinated a wide chrome nose ring dangling from the bull's nose. Another funtime in the Big Apple. After what seemed to Bill to be several years of this subtle Kafkaesque joy, he realized that he had a very full bladder, full of a ponderous load of ice and needles from the feel of it, echoing each beat of his heart. And the minor junk need of an artificially long time without smoking. The bull fixed him with red glowing eyes from his stand in the ice pool. The mass of bags on his left heaved slightly and vomited but did not otherwise move. Steam rose. Bill decided to make his getaway at that point, go past the thickly iced center staircase to the last car end of the platform, piss, smoke, have a real vaporous extravaganza for himself before the sun rose in the blighted east and his train finally came courtesy of the MTA thank you for your inconvenience. On rubber legs fevered with hangover rust and no pussy in christ knows how long he unfolded his frame shook out a little made it past the bull with the hose whose eyes followed him like the CIA or a cheap 3D Jesus, almost lost it sliding over the two foot platform strip at the bottom of the stairs but sheer force of will kept him up and at 'em. There was absolutely no one on the downtown side and no one to be seen from the middle of the platform to the 12th street end. Bill found no ice structures on the far side of the stairway but that oversight would no doubt be rectified by tomorrow. The public adress system began heaving metallic foriegn oaths as he passed a trashbin midway to his goal, he cocked an ear to figure out what in the fuck they were trying to say. This was quite the hopeless task of course just one hundred ten full decibels of gibberish distorted by expensive secret electronic devices at MTA headquarters as per usual practice. Bill loosed a heroic stream of metabolized alcohol onto the tracks. It was too complicated to simultaneously light a smoke so he waited on that subtle pleasure. It was still eleven o'clock by the station clock and he felt almost alive after releasing all the frozen pressurized needle fragments from his sadly overtaxed bladder. The smoke lit perfectly filling his lungs with tasty poisons his body needed. All was well with the world insofar as it could be well under the present design. He heard snoring from up the end stairs. Loud snoring completely comfortable and unashamed in the freezing cold dead end of the station. It had become quiet enough to hear the rats again and it sounded like he was walking through a brittle cornfield made of broken lightbulbs as he crept up the stairs. The token booth was locked up for the night. She was a big girl maybe twenty if not sixteen hard to tell through the cakes of paint shot through here and there by the random angry zit. Probably younger seeing as the zits. She wore a big fat puffy overcoat spread open to reveal kneehigh black vinyl boots with heels like syringes and a short black dress with cigaret ashes on it. She did not wear stockings and her thighs were the color of flourescent light. She lay supine before the turnstiles like a sacrifice to some league of three armed blind gods. Apparently she had attempted to leave the station but could not figure out quite how to do it fell back in a lump that offered a certain aesthetic joy to the eye. It would have done her no good to make it through the turnstiles anyway, the gates to the street were padlocked, but it is unreasonable to expect real longrange plans from someone who had ingested that many Quaaludes. Bill tried to help her move a little more upright but like I said she was a big girl not fat but not hungry either and she was a bitch to move. Her flesh heaved at Bill, a nipple winked secret code at him from the edge of her outfit. She snored on. He could hear the bull with the hose, still earning his pay. Her lips parted showing braced front teeth behind the remnants of cheap waxy lipstick and Bill remembered what all that meant. It had been a very long time. He bent down to kiss her saw her halfclosed eyes from one inch away caught the steam of her breath sucked it and her slow tongue into his mouth. She made no protest. It was still eleven o'clock down on the platform. Bill maneuvered her so she lay across his lap, tried to figure out her dress but her coat was in the way and it was all to complicated, he snaked a cold hand underneath found no panties along with the no stockings real minimal ensemble. She was not snoring anymore as her head was off the floor. Bill got his pants open and slid her mouth onto his aching dick. It was real warm in there, much better than the chill blast he caught when he unzipped. He moved her head like a ventriloquist dummy while he warmed his bluish fingers in her drugged snatch. She was either wet or had been fucked, take your pick matters not to Bill she let him inside and that was all he could ask for in the situation as it stood. She gagged a little one time when she inhaled and he moved her head farther down on himself, but she did not wake up or bite his cock off. Actually, Bill really liked the feel of her gagging and made her do it again repeatedly until he came. She gagged on that, too. But she didn't really mind all that much. Bill fished out another smoke, lit, inhaled deeply. He crabbed the both of them over to one of the turnstiles and sat up with her splayed over him, one flourescent thigh each side of him, pulled her coat around the barely human assembly. Fuck the train. It was still eleven o'clock down there for the MTA hoseman and the bag collector. Much better time topside with the turnstiles. By the way: A very healthy and happy New Year to all, filled with the love of those close to you, from Don T. Inferno. You deserve that much if you read this all the way to here... Date: Saturday, January 4, 1992 2:15am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 127530 To: Lythande *EXEMPT* Re: Watch The Sauce (Reply to #127376, Reply to #127068,*) (2 replies) Pate De Brick Gros 1 semi human liver 4 units whole blood 3 tbsps salt 1 bottle any kind wine 1 jar leftover bacon grease Run liver, wine and grease through blender set at puree for twenty minutes or until uniform in consistency. Do not heat. Set blood aside until firmly clotted, then pour off serum and discard in approved biohazardous waste container. Fold clotted blood into liver mixture with wine, slowly, while masturbating. Avoid contaminating food with sexual effluvia. When ready to serve, knead the salt into this preparation by hand wearing two pairs of sterile latex gloves. Have nice crackers ready to spread the pate upon. Bon appetit! Serves sixteen, or one really hungry bastard... Date: Tuesday, January 21, 1992 11:23pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 133651 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Not a Dream... (3 replies) She came back to me, sweet like in a dream, smiling in a way that made her features hazy and warm. She embraced me before I had my hand off the doorknob, her opened arms becoming snug bonds around my waist as she said my name and told me she loved me. I looked past her into the hallway, but there was no one else there. My first instinct was to think I was being set up for an assault, but she came alone. "Can I come inside?" I let her in, closing and locking the door behind her. She complimented me on the way I had changed the place in her absence. Turned around with those killer eyes, gave me a smile I had not seen in years, tilted her head back, up on her toes, kissed me like I dimly remembered. She was nice, warm, felt good in my hands, my brains drained into my feet instantly. My cat noticed her presence and stood up on hind legs pawing her knees begging for her attention. She reached down for him, gave him a hug, too. There had been no forewarning of this visit, I had not heard from her in several months and had begun to dream of her. I only dream of them when they are absoluely gone dead forever, never when actual contact is possible. She had apparently returned from the dead. She wore tight black jeans, white turtleneck no bra nipples prominent. Short white fuck me boots with heels. Her hair was still blue black. She was a dream come alive. She went over to the couch sat right down and I was really wondering what in hells name she had up her sleeve. There had to be a trick. Remember the old Charlie Brown cartoon, it ran every fall. Lucy wanted Charlie to kick a football she held in place. Every time this had happened in the past, Charlie had run up to the ball full tilt no control and of course at the final possible minute she would swipe the ball away and old baldie flew up in the air landed on his ass much to her amusement. I always remember this cartoon, it has never failed me. I stood there like a tall bit of vegetation for awhile, wierd grin on my face wondering wondering why she came back after no contact, out of a clear black sky matches my heart of course. She beckoned me to sit down next to her. Oh, what the fuck, I did it. She started to talk just like in the old good days a million years ago, all the hurt began to dissolve and the defense with it. My mistrust echoed more faintly in the hidden recesses of my mind as she reached out put a warm paw on my thigh. It doesn't take much, let me tell you. I had been sitting here for months typing wierd shit and jerking off at the definably impossible dreams that god crafts special to siff me at every turn and it felt like years thousands of them since I had been touched. I sort of fell. On her. She accepted me the first time since June 6 1990 a historical moment for sure to be hard carved in the facade of the Fortress of Solitude. As we kissed groping each other more like sixteen yearolds than the long dead souls that we were the last time I could remember, I decided that she was not actually there, just another hallucination, like the Razor Chick and Sheri. This decision made everything else much easier. You know how when you are in a dream, the dream is noticeably unreal yet it can be very amusing so you lay back and give in to the illusion? There was no way in the real world of three dimensions that she would have come back, less possibility that it would have been alone and with no malice, and absolutely no fucking way in hld have shown to provide me with sorely needed amour. So. Fine, this is a fake. A real good fake, though. Felt everything and the taste was as I remembered it dimly. I will spare you the gory details. I woke up the next afternoon still unemployed and no different in any way. I always wake up slow, in definite stages of consciousness. First, the awareness of an erection. Second, a general warmth. Third is almost always the realization of a definite need to urinate. The sole reason I did not jerk off again, next, was the sensation of warm dampness surrounding me in the mattress. Goddamn cat! I never piss the fucking bed, but he had become strange and I would not put it past him. Fucking cat! My eyes were still closed. I reached outwards, fingering the mattress around me. The blankets were a mess, all over the place. The wetness was all around me, except for the outer edge of the mat between me and the floor. There seemed to be pooled liquid towards the center. I grew a fear, cold dead fear like the fear known by brainless fish when the scent of shark is noticed. I groped on. Felt like rubber. Cool and wet, slippery towards the undersides. Fingers found an opening in it. The orifice was unnaturally large. So were her pupils, huge and round black flattened and dead as Jesus. This was not me. I loved her, love her still, this was not me, I love her, loved her always. She was made by god direct for me, by my design, I did not do these things, I love her, I loved her, I always will. It was no dream. I loved her for ever, she had gone forever, perfectly preserved in silver nitrate by a process initially patented by Eastman Kodak. I did nothing. It was not her, it was something else, she was made for me, I loved her and she fell off of the side of the earth, it was not her. Not her. I loved her, I love her for ever. No jesus it was not her in my bed. -|--- Date: Sunday, January 26, 1992 8:08pm Forum: Sikfux From: Gandolf Msg#: 135025 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Too Dark For Dreams File: 135025.ATT (3 replies) This is my first upload on After Hours .... Hope it stirs up something (ideas, feelings, loins, etc.) Let me know what you think... Date: Tuesday, January 28, 1992 11:15pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 135668 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: fdead.txt File: FDEAD.TXT (Fw by Lythande) (1 reply) you think YOU'VE got fantasies? read this short text file... Date: Friday, January 31, 1992 7:54pm Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 136381 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Cannibalism and Necrophelia (3 replies) COMTEX (31-JAN-1992) JEFFREY DAHMER STORED VICTIMS IN FREEZER UNTIL SAFE DISPOSAL WAS POSSIBLE MILWAUKEE (JAN. 31) UPI - Admitted serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer told police he kept parts of his dismembered victims in a freezer in his apartment because he was afraid to dispose of too much human flesh at once, a detective testified Friday. Detective Dennis Murphy read from 70 pages of confession Dahmer gave after his arrest last summer in the deaths of 15 young men and boys in Mil- waukee's worst string of serial killings. Dahmer, 31, a former Milwaukee chocolate factory worker, is charged with 15 counts of murder and has pleaded guilty but insane. If jurors find he was sane at the time of the killings, he will be sent to prison. If they find he was insane, he will be hospitalized and eventually could be set free. Murphy said Dahmer was asked about strips of muscle and flesh found in his freezer, which the killer said had been specially purchased to store his victims. Dahmer told police he would throw out only two or three bags of human flesh at a time to minimize the risk of getting caught and hide the bags under other garbage. The rest would be frozen and disposed of later in a bid to keep his crimes secret, Murphy said. Murphy said Dahmer never expressed emotion in his confessions. Initially, Murphy said, Dahmer was a little anxious and asked for cigarettes and coffee but he later relaxed. Dahmer told police he constantly had fantasies about homosexuality and fantasies about dead people. Murphy said he questioned Dahmer about the decomposition of the head of victim Joseph Bradehoft, 25, which was found in the freezer. Murphy said Dahmer told him he killed Bradehoft and then left the body in his bed covered with blankets for two days. ''Dahmer remembers that it was hot and his air conditioner didn't cool off his bedroom,'' Murphy said. ''After 1 1/2 days, Dahmer pulled the blankets down and noticed that decomposition had already started on the body and the head had acquired maggots. He then dismembered the body and put the decomposed head in the freezer.'' During Thursday's court session, Dahmer's lawyer Gerald Boyle said his client's sexual fascination with dead bodies and body parts drove him to kill and mutilate 15 young men and boys and eat parts of their bodies. ''I accept the responsibility of proving to you that this is not an evil man but a sick man,'' Boyle told jurors in opening statements Thursday. ''That he was suffering from a mental disease before these killings, during these killings, and doctors' testimonies will prove the disease was growing so he couldn't ap- preciate what he was doing.'' The first day of statements and testimony was filled with tales of homo- sexual necrophilia and cannibalism. Before opening statements began, prosecutor E. Michael McCann tried to prepare relatives of the victims for some of the graphic testimony they would hear. McCann told them Dahmer had kept two severed heads in his refrigerator for sexual purposes, then tossed the heads in the garbage when they began to emit a foul odor. Boyle said Dahmer, as a teenager in Ohio, became interested in animal bones, bleaching them and putting them on display. In 1975 or 1976, he said, Dahmer became obsessed with a jogger. ''He went home and sawed off a baseball bat so he could hit the jogger, take him in the woods and have sex with him'' but never carried out the plan. By the time he was 16, ''he started collecting animals - all dead animals. He took the head of a dog and displayed it as shock value,'' Boyle said. ''When he was a senior in high school, he started getting thoughts about finding a hitchhiker, killing him and then having sex with him. His fantasy was a hitchhiker.'' Dahmer also faces a murder charge in Ohio for allegedly fulfilling that boyhood fantasy. ''As (the) killing spree continued,'' Boyle said, ''this isolated man who lived in and through his fantasies was a mentally diseased human being, and as a result could not have the capacity to conform to requirements of law.'' Boyle said Dahmer surgically experimented with the bodies of his Milwaukee victims, trying to preserve them as zombies so he could continue to use them for sex. When that failed, he said, Dahmer resorted to even more gruesome extremes. ''He ate body parts so that these poor people he killed would become alive again in him,'' Boyle said. He said Dahmer became obsessed with the Satan character in the movie ''Exorcist 3'' - the personification of evil. Dahmer, Boyle told the jury, believed there was no other entity to relate to other than Satan. ''Make no mistake, this is a sad commentary,'' Boyle said. ''I tell this to you because you must know. I grieve for the families.'' Milwaukee detective Dennis Murphy testified about Dahmer's confession. ''He stated he kept the skulls of the good-looking ones because he did not want to lose them,'' Murphy said. ''He stated he would cut off the penis and other body parts and masturbate in front of them for gratification.'' Murphy said Dahmer, asked about cannibalism, said, ''the only time I did was a bicep ... it was big and I wanted to try it.'' ''He stated that he put Crisco on the bicep, softened it up with a meat tender- izer, then fried it in a skillet,'' Murphy said. ''He said it tasted like beef,'' Murphy said. He said Dahmer ''talked in a calm, monotone voice'' during his confession. In his opening statement, McCann recited the history of the Milwaukee killings but avoided the gruesome detail that will be the mainstay of the defense case. McCann said Dahmer ''preferred live but drugged men'' as sexual partners. Date: Saturday, February 1, 1992 1:29pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 136576 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Version 2, still no dream... File: 136576.ATT (1 reply) This is a more extensive run on a recent tale told here. It is far too long to jam in as an open post, so here goes a file to download... Date: Monday, February 3, 1992 10:14pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 138107 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Frankie.Asc File: FRANKIE.ASC Here is another story, in file form. It is about four solid pages, took me all day to write. No sex in it, just a ramble about the state of medicine in this day and age... Date: Thursday, February 6, 1992 1:46am Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 139704 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: purity.doc File: PURITY.DOC (2 replies) this is the purity test!! test yourself to see what percentage purity u are!! it has 500 questions, ranging from tame to sik, so make sure u set aside some tyme for this one! have phun with it!! and let me know what you got! ;) Date: Thursday, February 6, 1992 9:39pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 139923 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Dominate.txt File: DOMINATE.TXT (1 reply) finally! a male dominating a female txt! i love it! Date: Wednesday, February 12, 1992 4:10pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 141989 To: Kittycat *EXEMPT* Re: Education... (1 reply) I am going to teach you about loss, loss of control, loss of your own body bet you grew up thinking it really was yours, right? Wrong, your ass and the rest of it is mine from this day on, this day is day one in your new calendar do not ever forget that, minor errors can be dealt with but major fuckups will not be tolerated, subject to new rules at all times subject to my whim. Don't fucking move. You erred, cut the palm of my hand with your tooth, attempts at chickenshit revenge for minor punishment can only lead down a spiral of more attacks, you and only you can prevent the lash, the bite of an implement on your skin, I like the way the palm silhouettes on your face one thin stream of tear salty running down the center of the mark. You have potential, more than some yet further education is needed, school started yesterday and continues past the end of time, you could be a fine thing to keep around and if you behave I mean seriously behave I might just allow you to wear a mark, if it ain't tattooed it ain't worth a shit and you still have rough edges, I have a file and lots of sandpaper, nothing but time, patience of saints not yet born. I am going to teach you about pain, pain that you get to need after awhile, pain that makes you want to breathe faster to feel it more acutely, pain that can leave no mark visible upon inspection, scars five feet deep just like Daddy's, you learn this no matter what you do or how well you act, straight to hell grease the slide give you a booted kick in the ass to kiss you goodbye down the way. Pain from cuffs too tight by far, arms held up straight in the air for hours searing blue screens of nothing but cold white pain, wish for death and I light a smoke put my boots up on your lap laugh a bellow that signifies you have nothing to say, death will not come, I can keep your marginally worthwhile dead ass alive as long as I feel like with nothing but my bare hands, trained by sages in an ancient art and this knowledge alone gives you no escape. I am going to teach you about nothing, no eyes no nose no touch no ears no tongue, in the cool dark downstairs can't even hear a clock tick or water run, hours and days but no reference to mark time, no nothing at all, nerves sheer open screaming for anything to be percieved, cunt wanting to bleed from total absence of stimulation, eyes ripped open like you can see in the dark, an old joke you will learn does not hold water in here. My ears ring all the time from abuse in the past, gunshots bikes with no pipes engines of death screaming waiting to suck in my good arm for a light snack, all this noise but you will hear nothing at all, you would pray if there was god for even the chimes I get for free. The taste of nothing has you longing juicing at the center of gravity profusely for even a sip at my ashtray or a handful of salt but nothing comes. I am going to teach you about love direct from the source, I am going to give you the benefit of my education, bring you out to the world all painted and dolled and by the way I'll write the bible in welts on your tits thighs cunt and sides of torso if you ever even mention pantyhose again, they are strictly verboten, I might slip with the knife trying to get the netrag away from your cunt, you do not want real scars now do ya baby? Bet your ass you do not. I will bring you outside in the moonshine you get to be there but to teach you about love you get to watch me ignore you and practically fuck another right there at the little table in the bar, try to do something? What can you do? Split? Walk outside and sleep in jail with the other whores, you would do well to make it that far bottom of tight skirt five inches above top of stockings, cunt freely visible in any other position but stockstill vertical standing legs together, O I am going to teach you about love, you have nine fresh creases to grow in your brain from this lesson alone. You fidget too much, move like an eel, what the fuck is wrong with you anyway? Oh, you have to piss, huh? Too bad, I am not done with this yet, life is a bitch and then you die, if you're lucky, but not with me around at any rate. You can make your cunt behave, right? You can avoid dribbling piss on the floor, right? You had fucking well better. I am going to teach you about Fear. You will not know what is on my mind, you will construct elaborate tortures for crimes imagined but not yet done, indicated by my moving my eye one sixteenth of an inch. You can always be put back in the world, where there is no one who gives a flying rats ass about whether you live for five seconds more. I will keep you as long as you do not fuck up, but if you do you are gone no more you forever walk pavement streets littered with chips of glass and scumbags partially filled with bloody come, fate deserved? There are no such rules of fairness in the world, one minute you are here where it can be warm and I love you but the next minute you are flat on your ass naked cold in the shitheap. Fear lives in the heart, it cannot be escaped but it can be ameliorated by close embrace a wink a nod these things you get if you do not fuck up. You are in a tenuous position which can change in a heartbeat and I run you, never forget. I am going to teach you about close. I will take one brick from my wall every day that you are good. When you err, the wall rebuilds and you have no contact. If you do well, you get to be the chosen one and that should cause you smiles secret fact of crossposession, you get to hear hidden dreams and be more than just a piece of ass however fine your ass may be, being an entire human is something to aspire to. Last I will teach you about posession, I will mark you mine in a fashion indelible, lasts longer than your memory and longer than you awareness, feels good the pain like a long line of white heat continued for hours, you will get used to this if you rate the mark, very few do but you might get to show it off pure pride in chosen status, intimately located but seen often, black in color like my siffed heart. Then you will know who you are, mine in thought and deed, not to be bought but maybe to be sold, not for you to be concerned with really. Thus ends the first lesson. If you have not yet done so, capture this screen, hit Alt-F1 and name this capture Lesson1. I want to know you have this all for easy reference. Date: Thursday, February 13, 1992 1:31am Forum: Sikfux From: Phoenix Msg#: 142147 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Pediatric Coercion Methods... (Reply to #141343, Reply to #141283,*) (1 reply) OK...here it is: When I was 4 years old, I had my appendix removed. It was a rush to the hospital in the middle of the night. I puked on my Howdy Doody pajamas, and woke up the next day in the children';s ward, with my belly bandaged. My parents brought me a toy motorcycle...I'll never know why...but it was the first time I knew I wanted a real one. I was scared, and begged to go home. After a week, my doctor let me go home...but the wound from the surgery was infected (turns out THIS was Royal Hospital, too!)...so I had to go to the surgeon's office daily to be drained. This was a terrifying and painful process. It got to the point where I would literally kick my mother in the crotch when she tried to put me in the stroller to go to the doctor. She finally made a deal: got for the last few visits, without putting my foot on her, and she'd get me ANYTHING I wanted from Eddie's Candystore. Eddie's Candystore was wonderful. Marble counters, leatther stools. Dark red wood cabinets with glass doors holding magic. Tiny plastic twin dolls in matching cradles.Balsa wood gliders. Paper birds that trilled when you pulled them overhead on a stick. And mellorolls...ice cream cones wrapped in paper... And in the window...the Bubble Hat. The Bubble Hat was beautiful. It was a silver metal beanie, with a red and yellow plactic spaceship on top. A red tube ran out of the rocjetship shape. The idea was that you'd fill the rocket with bubble soap, and blow bubbles, through the tube, so the bubbles would appear to be coming out of the top of your head. I wanted to be a bubble head. Mom resisted. It was a $3 item, in a 50 cent world. "You said ANYTHING" I cried, drawing back my t-strapped, white socked foot... She gave in. After the last visit to the evil Dr. Livingston, who finally pronounced me healed, we went to Eddie's, where Mom made a last-ditch attempt to sell me on a jigsaw puzzle, or a slide whistle. I held firm. Later that night, I tied on the hat, she filled it with pink-tinted bubble solution, and I did what any 4 year old--raised on strawberry Flavor Straws---would do. I sucked. Mom got the last laugh. Several times. I spent the next 20 minutes burping bubbles. I wish I had that hat now... Date: Friday, February 14, 1992 12:00am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 143476 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Disclaimer? (Fw by Sysop, Reply to #141779, Repl*) (5 replies) Requirement from the fellas in the Legal Dept: Don T. Inferno is essentially toxic and capable of massive corrosion if improperly applied. The manufacturer makes no warrantee express or implied as to the suitability of Don T. Inferno to any imaginable use, and further states that all liability shall be upon the consumer. There have been no human studies of interactions of Don T. Inferno upon susceptible populations, and insufficient data exist as to the suitability of this person to any imaginable reasonable use. Also, Chester, the big lawyer from down the hall in the really well furnished office, adds the phrase: "Caveat Emptor", whatever the fuck that means, they did not teach us latin at public school... >9# Date: Tuesday, February 18, 1992 5:22am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 144797 To: Ace *EXEMPT* Re: Here we go, long slide down... (Reply to #143527, Reply to #142149) (2 replies) I have been dead for one thousand years deader than London Bridge colder than yesterdays teabags stiffer than steel beams upholding the elevated train tracks drive under them and get the cheap strobe effect try not to kiss the pillars death is everywhere waiting like the rat in the wallboards scratching sounds emanate from clawed rodent masturbation, deep fast breaths. Wake up with me in you one way or the other, front back side top bottom finger cock tongue tried the left elbow but you caught your sleeping breath and it was not yet time for unveiling. Come with me little girl ride the Cyclone I got multiple tickets get 'em from the sideshow fella, nails himself, an amusing spectacle, ride the ride with me keep your eyes closed if you do not look you will be surprised after the deep slide and slight return, initial shock as I take my hands off your eyes you can see no more track ahead, wonder what happens next careening through a bloodred sky only seconds to go feel no gravity anymore. No gravity exists when you are in freefall, seconds to go and I jam my tongue down your throat ten fingers press hard enough to whiten the skin on your ass, get close baby cuz here it comes like a safe tossed out the ninetieth floor of the World Trade Center. Grab you all the strength in christs green world comes to me while I still have structural integrity, rip away the cloth that hides you, trail fine shreds and ripped bits. When they do the site investigation they will surely assume we exploded in midair, pants jacket shirt bra panties and whatever else spinning multicolored like a kite tail behind our downward path. You glow naked and firm as yet uncorrupted by true contact with this one yet smiling with final knowledge. One hand rips my own clothing away discards the useless shreds be naked to meet god while my other hand keeps you close enough, my cock springs like a beartrap tempered steel you can hear it kill the air over the keening screams of the onlookers. Spin you around, face me, lock onto your mouth pull you down meet in the middle with upwards pelvic thrust the head of my cock just parting your lips as we slam into the surface of the earth at three hundred miles an hour all the way down, fuck one time but make it count... Straight to hell no fucking around... Date: Friday, February 21, 1992 6:59pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 147141 To: Ace *EXEMPT* Re: Here we go, long slide down... (Reply to #146502, Reply to #144797,*) (2 replies) Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home, can I come home, with you... No one ever leaves school, it is permanent condition to learn, you walk around one day see the prescence of the Stealth Truck in your field of vision, flat black '51 Chevy pickup with a history and problems but we will not go into that right now will we, no, I did not think we would, this is for mutual pleasure not the other way around. Called and greeted, you pop the door passenger side get in it is a bit of a climb but there are running boards to assist you in this terrible act, I would offer candy but that would be cliche, just smile light a smoke say I been waiting for a long time for this and you are gonna have your lucky day. A glance at your legs, nice, the reason you were born is to give me that sight, no other. We are going to have a ride today babydoll, there are seatbelts not connected to much of anything and the door will fly open if you lean on it in a left hand turn but you just pull over to here, get real close but not in the way of the gearshift, one knee on each side, snake a hand behind me and you will not end up in the road. There is no radio in this vehicle, no sound except what you may emit, my favorite music may play and it is not broadcast because of FCC rules. The truck rolls and lurches through traffic looking for another place far away, the truck decides where we go, the truck is fourty years old and we must respect the ancient in this world for longevity and persistence, smell your hair fall on my neck straining to keep on a road, there is some work to this but only in terms of staying out of ditches. Work made more pleasant by your proximity, labor that can be rewarded, I begin to feel nips from teeth you own trailing down those neck muscles, a new pulse can be felt at my center of gravity the tool of destruction the road has less traffic every mile and there is a turnoff leading to a dirt path rutted and with pools of mud in the tiretracks to follow. My left hand was on the wheel and my right deep in your cleave when we were on the highway, but now I have to shift, sorry, remember the feeling of fingers probing this area strong fingers that have an alien intelligence, it will be only a while till they come back and this time they will get those fucking pants out the way, we tumble and lurch in second gear the road is made of bumps and grinds. I determine that you are not wearing a goddamn thing between jeans and pussyhair, right hand again back to the desire, task I dream of gimme some skin babydoll little schoolgirl where in hell would you go if you decided to change your mind? Fifty miles from nowhere not a telephone in sight even if you got out of this vehicle my fingers in you, middle almost in your cunt, index and ring finger spreading you, thumb and small finger there to press flesh hard against the others feel your breath hot comes in jets whispered obscenities crash on my collarbone your hands both of them kneading pushing jamming against my ancient and terrible thing makes it all fine and your eyes are closed, we drive through these dead roads tree branches fallen black death trunks to each side. Truck comes to a halt slightly off the road what there is of it, less bumps to move my hand against your flesh in the wet, but less work to do for me keeping us from ramming a tree, all free and I turn to you readjust pull you back closer the goddamn shift in the way my door flies open and we fall clenched into the moss and useless vegetation writhing your pants down to your knees encumbering motion and that will just not do. Fox smile experienced beyond your time spent alive flashing hands and lo & behold the jeans are gone but the stuff on top remains, jewels of liquid catch filtered light in your short and curlies legs apart standing on your knees that wide grin like this was your plan not mine. The mud and plant refuse is not on my mind while you jerk over my supine and perhaps safe not really all evil form, on your knees, face invisible trying to wrestle out of jacket sweatshirt teeshirt all at once bound and gagged by a try of your own desire, your cunt wet and in need advances with each ragged move closer to my eyes, twigs snap and I grab at fabric fuck you up trying to pull off your clothes just a bad tangle really so the hell with it, your problem not mine grab your ass both hands sit you down I shaved today so no stubble burn tongue in your cunt upper teeth mashed to your clit just the pressure not the sharp, not right now, all my blood rising cock has a plan for world domination but I have no concept beyond eating you out hear the cum moan no radio in the vehicle to annoy with impure sounds, you be mine and not your own and still cannot get out of the clothing but this is not as important as it was before, sway like a palm tree gimme some skin I have not had a real meal in ten years pussy slime greases my nose and chin you do not need my assistance anymore to mash it down, blinded by excess clothing in the woods of this dreamtime... Date: Sunday, February 23, 1992 5:53am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 147800 To: Kittycat *EXEMPT* Re: Say Hello but do not fuck up... (1 reply) I am in the appointed bar slightly before time. To assess, look around, I know what you look like already but you do not have that advantage. The fat asshole behind the bar brings me the beer I wanted, I pay and light a smoke, waiting, like a shark in calm water. There are all kinds of people in the place but none of them are you as of yet. I watch the door, sitting back to the wall waiting. Time moves, ten minutes, fifteen. You are late. One bad mark already. The smoke is gone, three quarters of this beer. The door opens with your elbow move, small in stature but much hair, you are alone, apprehensive look on your face as you scan the bar trying to figure which is me. I watch, you are essentially as you appear in photographs, I know who you are. You have the awkward need to figure out who I am, though. Life is a series of Kool Tests, this is one of them. Stand in the middle of the place, look around, feel like a red light bulb standing out. I smoke another one, slowly, barely move to drink that beer, I am a lizard and almost invisible if I so desire, secret power that kept me alive so far, trial by fire. I wait on my move, you sit down after looking around. Real nervous, you are. This is the first day of your new life after all and you really do not want to fuck up instantly. Some asshole comes up talks to you but he is not six foot one tall, he is short and well padded, not me. I observe. He wants to get you a drink or he wants more, you could be in trouble especially since your mind is on other things at the time, like where the fuck am I. I kill the beer, get another, watch you perform. After some time, see you always look to the door when it bangs open hoping I have actually bothered to show up, I get out of the booth stretch some to full height, walk over behind you silent like death, gingerly get hold of your hair so that you are not aware, gather it and pull your head back to see me. Hello. Give the bald asshole a pointed look that means his effort has been waste, sit down in the vacated barstool next to you still got your hair but relaxed so you can see me right side up now. You need a drink, I get the scumbag bartender to give us two more of whatever I have been drinking. We move back to that booth, I still sit back to the wall to see if death is coming, info I need but you do not, I determine what you need. Move my legs, one knee comes between yours, you give me room and I stretch out some separating your legs. Drink your beer. I give you a smile, eyes half open from one thousand years death, you are just a little thing newly born much yet to learn, my hand on your throat traces up the jawline, tips your chin up, your eyes riveted to mine. I trace your lower lip with a finger, your mouth opens slightly and I can see this bare white gleam wet teeth just the tip of your tongue, I pull down on your bottom lip and insert a finger, you keep looking straight at me and this is good, you close your mouth my finger inside, your tongue plays against my fingertip. My other hand comes upwards from your knee over fishnets, you are clad in a short skirt must have been chilly on the way over here all exposed like that but you would do anything for me if I told you to, greed fingers assess an important thing: there are tops to these fishnets, three inches below your cunt. I feel silently past the edge of your stockings, smooth flesh feels warm yet is cool to the touch, under your skirt. Pinch you hard, inner thigh, hurts doesn't it? Don't you fucking dare make a sound more than a small gasp intake of breath, you do not want to let everyone in this shithole to know you are so easily given to being probed, blowjob preview on my finger ongoing. I am satisfied with the initial impression, but I need to know one more thing before we are gone, it has to do with your cunt and lo and behold you wore panties this night, grievous error on your part, a barrier of sorts and you already knew there would be no barriers, how can I tell if you have felt the razor when you have all this extra clothing on? A thumb hooks under them from the thigh side, pulls down, you shift weight to allow me to remove, one leg at a time, ladder walk down your legs past the fishnets your eyes still green gleaming this is what you hoped for, no control, give up, trust me. I feel the prescence of short curly hairs. Pull my finger out of your mouth, you get this look of fear that works so well on you, I know it already, your underwear in my pocket. You are all wet, evil and needful, but you have neglected an important detail which I must take care of as soon as possible. You say: I'm sorry... and you are, genuinely. If you were full of shit merely playing games I would down the beer and be gone before the ash fell off my smoke, this you know. Come on. We're going back to my place, there are things you need to learn, and yesterday is too late for the lesson to start... Date: Sunday, February 23, 1992 7:17pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 148236 To: Kittycat *EXEMPT* Re: bikerun.txt File: BIKERUN.TXT (2 replies) Here is a little road story for you. And everyone else, too, matta fact... Date: Wednesday, February 26, 1992 4:04am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 149869 To: Ace *EXEMPT* Re: Flayed alive (Fw by Lythande, Reply to #146475, R*) (4 replies) One Aztec story that comes to mind is the alliance marriage of a 'foreign' princess with an Aztec prince. She was brought some 50 miles by her retinue, three days before the marriage was to take place, to Tenochtitlan. The friends, bearers and slaves were led off to be bathed or refreshed, singled out, and killed. She was taken captive, bound to a table, and flayed alive. Starting at the back of the head, they removed all her skin, carefully, so as to bleed very little. She was kept alive, tormented by flies, for the three days until her family and officials of the other tribe came for what they had thought was a wedding. It's said that she ran screaming to her father, who recognized only her voice. There was an ambush, and the official party were set upon and killed. The other tribe became a slave tribe to the Aztecs. This was told to the Spaniards when they amassed surrounding tribes in order to overpower the Aztecs. Not that the Spaniards were any less cruel, but they were stunned by this kind of torture. Date: Wednesday, February 26, 1992 8:55pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 150163 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Really, No Shit... (3 replies) I figure that lots of people at least read the stuff in this Sig even if relatively few actually post publicly. However, I have a request, to all persons who see this message. If you have twenty bucks to use at your discretion, send it in to Ed and Deb to help the cause, aid in obtaining a couple more lines and a more horsepowerful version of the software. Twenny bucks. Eliminates busy signals and will never be asked for again once you give. This is one of the few free boards that has a chat function, and is flat out the best goddamn BBS in anywhere I ever called to. Just peel a twenty, send it in. Don't remember the adress? Email the Sysop. What the fuck, you can't even get a reasonable blowjob for twenty bucks anymore, this is the biggest bargain in the free world... PS: I am unemployed too. That is no good excuse. Date: Tuesday, March 3, 1992 11:07am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 153671 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: My Rendition Of Yaketty-Yak By the Coasters...>:> (2 replies) Disclaimer: I am not responsible for you pissing in ur pants over anything I write....:) Take out the papers and the trash or I will kick ur fucking ass! If you don't scrub that kitchen floor You will not be alive no mo.. Yaketty-Yak..dont talk back Just go and clean ur fucking room or I will make you eat a broom Get all that porno out of site or you'll be dead by friday night Yaketty-Yak..don't talk back You just put on ur coat and hat and take ur ass to the laundromat if you don't finish doing that... I will fuck ur dog, and rape ur cat! Yaketty-Yak..don't talk back.. ***MUSIC*** Don't you give me no fucked up looks or I will hang you on a hook! Tell all ur fucked up friends outside the ambulance is where you'll ride Yaketty-Yak..don't talk back! Yaketty-Yak,Yaketty-Yak Yaketty-Yak,Yaketty-Yak......and so on Date: Sunday, March 1, 1992 1:57am Forum: Sikfux From: Mustache Msg#: 154798 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: 1Billion.txt File: 1BILLION.TXT (Fw by Lythande) (4 replies) Okay, what's happening is this. I've been hoping to transmit the story as close to its original form as possible -- with bolds, underlines & italics intact. Trouble is, when I save it as an ASCII file in MSWord, all the formatting gets blown out of the water. So what I'm going to try is this: I've saved it once again, this time in MsWord MS-DOS format, which can be read by both Macs and PCs. And I'm going to upload it directly to you, as an attach to this note; that way, if it doesn't work, I won't have wasted any other members' time trying to read it -- I know how frustrating that can be. If it works, lemme know, and I'll down load it to *ALL*. If not, my last resort is to say "hell with the formatting" and just send it straight ASCII. It may be anal-retentive of me, but there were certains effects I was striving for that require the bolds, ULs and so on. Again, sorry to be such a hassle. Date: Monday, March 9, 1992 5:24am Forum: Sikfux From: Mustache Msg#: 157178 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Video1.txt File: VIDEO1.TXT (2 replies) The latest onslaught from the Mustache, this is my Hunter S. Thompson parody. It is part One of three parts. Date: Wednesday, March 11, 1992 1:35am Forum: Sikfux From: Mustache Msg#: 158253 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Video2.txt File: VIDEO2.TXT (2 replies) This is what you guys get for encouraging me. Part Two awaits... Date: Tuesday, March 24, 1992 3:29am Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 166176 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Prowler1.txt File: PROWLER1.TXT (4 replies) Here i go again... i am gonna try to re-upload this sucker, with any luck it will work... Like i said before, it's so much about /sik stuff as obsession.... there is one more part written and at least another one to follow after if y'all want... (I hope this time it works, dammit!) Date: Wednesday, March 25, 1992 2:12pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 167168 To: Vibrantm *EXEMPT* Re: Tortured visuals (Reply to #159943, Reply to #159472,*) (3 replies) 1. unending kiss 2. siamese tongues 3. unending fuck 4. unending sodomy 5. siamese twins, attached at the mouth 6. siamese twins, attached at the crotch 7. siamese twins, attached mouth to crotch 8. a cum lookalike 9. close off the lovehole 10. pour it in every orifice 11. siamese twins, attached ass to crotch 12. mix with cum and drink the result Date: Thursday, March 26, 1992 4:36pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 167724 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: prowler2.txt File: PROWLER2.TXT (2 replies) Here's part #2 of the story.... still working on part 3 so be patient.... Hope y'all dig it.... Date: Saturday, March 28, 1992 10:45am Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 168674 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Carve.txt File: CARVE.TXT (2 replies) 4 those of u who enjoyed 'Dominate.txt'... Here's my latest kreation..... Date: Sunday, March 29, 1992 12:11am Forum: Sikfux From: Mustache Msg#: 168918 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: songbook.txt File: SONGBOOK.TXT (2 replies) A goodie for all my new friends n' neighbors online. Dti, you may find this a bit tame for /Sikfux, but hell witcha. I'm uploading it anyway. Other SIG ops are encouraged to copy this file to their own areas for the enjoyment of all. Installment #3 of my Video opus will follow sooner or later... Date: Monday, March 30, 1992 2:29am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 169596 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Neal Izzo 1961 - 1992 -|-- (2 replies) Pray for the dead. Pray for one dead man today, for me. I pray for him also, but of course it is too late, the motherfucker is dead since thursday and whatever happens to dead people has already gone down. Neal Izzo, my friend since junior high, the Tazmanian Devil made flesh, a barrel of human frailties, a sponge of intoxicants, the strongest man alive, gone to seed, a dry husk dead at the age of 31. I found out this evening, from the beerstore man. Neal is dead. I did not believe it, Neal is not someone who dies. Neal of his room for thirtysix hours before discovery. Neal who is dead is not Neal who was alive, I remember a diff Neal, good with a wrench and always calloused dirty hands reach out to shake yours say hello, he is dead now. Neal took the gun out of this mans hands one night, he was dealing at the time and the other fella was intent on a burn, Neal saw the 45 coming out under the jacket and grabbed the barrel end pulled it away from the hand that offends, without changing his grasp on the weapon he turned it against the offender and pistolwhipped him right on Pelham Parkway in the year of our lord 1978. Neal was able to absorb five hits of acid and three Seconals and a pint of Jack Black and smoke fuckall knows how much sinse all while driving a car screeching tires in the Bronx misty night, go to 181st street to cop some speed and stare down those who thought us trouble, stare down the barrel and say what the fuck, live in such a way that I am partly amazed that he died at 31 and not 17 but he is dead now and not then or later. Neal Izzo gave me my first ride on a bike, he had built this rigid frame Triumph Bonneville chopper back in '79, we hung out with the Iron Horsemen over to Knox Place waiting for Skylab to fall down on Tracy Towers and kill us all, but that did not happen, Skylab plowed into Australia not the Bronx, but that first ride was real and true, kicked back on the seat of the thing no springs and no pegs for the feet, rest boots on mufflers and scream prayer to god that this machine would not kill us, it did not, Neal had it tamed, I caught the infection from him and his beast and built my own bikes, but each has some of him inside, christ bless him and keep him close, he was a good man to have on your side. Neal is dead, and has been since thursday. I saw him last on tuesday, he was shitfaced in the beerstore reeling and he wanted to hang out but I got things to do so I said maybe next week, looks llike I got some time but not tonight, cause I just wanted to drink up here by myself and not deal with him all fucked up and put him out at 4am loud shaking hands nine million times, but I did not think he would be dead right now either, if I did I would have had him by no matter what. It is important to say goodbye to the people you love, you may never see them again, remember this thing from me to you. Neal drank two bottles of vodka on thursday night. He also did a large amount of cocaine, at least for a regular human being. Dosage is relative. He put a few Valiums on top of the coke and V, and made it home, not that far, he lived across the street directly from me, he lived seventy five feet from the beerstore in a straight line, he got me the apartment I live in now just by being there at the time of need, he made it home and crashed one more time. No one bothered him on friday, but by saturday they got curious, someone popped the door to his room, he was in there alright. The funeral is tuesday. I remember Neal strong immortal not a 31 year old dead man but a young killer who could kill us all, pure brute strength always with a bad plan. They will paint him for the box showoff tuesday, he will be nice and pink and probably shaven clean dressed in a suit not what he ever wore but what the owners in custody of his body would like him to look llike the one chance they still have to remember their son forever. I'm going to get him one more pint, I'd roll him a fat joint but someone else will. Fuck, Neal, goddammit, I'm sorry. Take care. The last fucking thing I said to him was: Be good, stay safe. Fat fucking lot of good that did, talk is cheap. When you hear open pipes out your open summer window, think of him, he rides elsewhere now. Brandie, this is a man who is good enough to ride with Ralph, you never met him but take my word for it. Siempre lo mejor. Mi Vida Loca. At least now he doesn't have to work so hard to find rest, he gets to sit down and laugh, wait awhile for everyone else, maybe a better situation but I fucking miss him and he's dead like nails and that is just a purely fucked thing. Date: Friday, April 3, 1992 11:25pm Forum: Sikfux From: Lythande Msg#: 172548 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: 1Billion.txt (Reply to #172438, Reply to #172322,*) (1 reply) Or, they play nice and share you. Date: Saturday, April 4, 1992 1:11am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 172613 To: Kali *EXEMPT* Re: songbook.txt (Reply to #172263, Reply to #172110,*) (2 replies) And for Easter: On this day, the first of days God teh Father gives us praise. Give us beer, and pretzels too. And we might give some praise to you. Date: Saturday, April 4, 1992 2:06am Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 172641 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: prowler3.txt File: PROWLER3.TXT (1 reply) Here's Part three of the ongoing saga... hope y'all dig it... Date: Monday, April 27, 1992 2:26am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 184954 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Immutable History Temporal Assurance (1 reply) And then the Lord spoke to me and he said I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last. Hail the Jewel in the Lotus... ...for Lo, I am become Death... The Agent removed himself from his room to go outside where the people were at that time, the people he had been assigned to study and under no circumstances modify the people who had been entrusted to his form of care, the people who he owed nothing to and would ask nothing in return. The day was bright the light came into his eyes not used to such obscenities leading a sheltered life behind ultraviolet glass and four inches of steel reinforced concrete no sir. Too much light but the "eyeballs" were in place so no turning back now just open up and bleed like the song says. The Agent had a nine millimeter pistol resting behind the belt snuggled barrel against balls long shirt tails outside gleaming in the cruel sunlight. A subject happened by as he exited the hallway door skin already blistering from the unusual solar activity. Insane rabid crows keened untold suffering from the air years ago in this place yet only separated by an apparent distance of seventy feet vertical standard measure black ragged knife silhouettes circling upside down so they could see you better tell you the secret word hide their feet except to god. Nothing else moved. The subject pedestrian passed not noticing significant details of his surroundings but some trends are too strong to change just for minor reasons. The Agent noticed a member of the local authority exiting a blue automobile 1990 Plymouth Gran Fury radio in hand other palm erotic on the revolver his partner killing the motor of the car otherwise occupied not paying attention must be taught this important lesson time for the Agent to earn his small beans. As the local authority approached the position the Agent occupied in time and space his expression solidified into a mask of pure ignorance and conceit, the radio in his hand vomited static and the words: Signal Ten Thirteen in the Nine at 2727 Wallace Allerton to Arnow officer shot Nine Boy on the back... then vomited a small detail of radio error random noise to the humans but the Agent recognized it as a timestamp from the immediate future to be acted upon must not interfere with the local history the radio in hand spit forth a confused set of voices mixed with the wail of unimaginable pain as mimicked by sirens wail the words were: Nine George on the back... Nine Ida on the back... Nine Gee El A enroute... Tenfive the location on the thirteen central... Nine Adam on the back... Two seven two seven Wallace in front of, Allerton to Arnow officer down signal tenthirteen... Nine Henry on the back... The authority still in the vehicle took his radio in hand with expression of ultimate confusion sprayed across face says: Central this is Nine David that tenthirteen is a ninety xray repeat ninety xray we are at the location and the condition is invalid, repeat ninety xray on the thirteen central, slow it down... The Agent heard these words from the radio of the local authority passing him erotic palm tighter on gun hearing meaningless words his brain had shut down prematurely to avoid the final sensation as the Agent in one swift smooth move like brand new razorblades through young inner thigh but with alien control not to be obtained in this place the left hand sweeps away the shirt tail the right hand obtains grip on pistol lifts up and out of pants like an oldstyle pilot in a cracked newsreel three inches above newmown grass picks up a baby basket no injuries reported with a hook rigged to the landing gear, smooth move like dead glass eyes tracking your every motion and the weight of steel finely machined by elves in the black forest kisses his hand palm fingers steel tongue small yet perfect curls behind the first joint of his right index finger the entire mechanism raising itself to the horizontal tracks your every move and no escape from the education intent of a trained professional the chemical reaction set off by simple percussion the small metal object spin imparted to it by clever twists inside the Agents pistol the object now a projectile comes to kiss it's intended all teeth no tongue on this one no not a blowjob more like getting buttfucked by the forward section of an Airbus actually. The local authority jerked like a lover in the throes one metal object not gently exploring the cranial cavity as the second metal object came in for the love festival entering two centimeters to the right of the third cervical vertebrae eliminating the spinal cord filling the throat with shards of bone and sharp metal much confusion no sorting this file. Third metal object missed the mark chipping marble from the entrance hall fourth object buries in right shoulder fifth object hits spinning downwardly mobile intended between fifth and sixth rib traveling from left to right both lungs rapidly filling with unwanted fluids from high pressure feed punctured left ventricle the authority is cancelled just like the radio said but there is yet work to perform no rest for the weary the second authority screaming into the radio trying to gain position behind the blue automobile but his words are not to be heard as the button is not being pressed in fear anger total loss of continuity the Agent spins on a well oiled heel to deliver his bouquet to the new love the next object in line of sight line of affection. The Agent repeats learned motion pistol level aim for the largest part clear vision eyes open never hearing the shock wave come back to his ears to deliver confirmation of device effectiveness, the sun in his eyes boiling retinas into charred pustules but who cares how you drive if it ain't your car? Exoskeleton clicks into position to counter recoil as the second authority attempts to unholster grip aim fire but some things are just predestined to be of no use as the first metal object from the Agent enters the target sternum just above the xyphoid process radio crackling static steaming in the useless fluids the first authority pumps onto the tiles behind the Agents position. Glass sprays away from the point of aggression not good to cover behind don't they teach them anything in the academy the second metal object ricochets upwards from the door frame tunneling into the liver ripping a hole too big for horses to fuck with hope of satisfaction third metal object nestles mushroomed in spleen the second authority begins to succumb to the inexorable warm embrace of gravity as the fourth metal object finds a home by traveling through his right eyeball penetrating the bone behind scrambled eggs on the breakfast menu smoke and the acrid smell of cordite and shit fill the air time for a drink sez the Agent. Date: Monday, April 27, 1992 11:48am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 185051 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The Last Person On Earth (1 reply) Being the last person on Earth isn't hard...Or is it? It gets loonely, but that goes away..Doesn,t it? Once you realize that you are alone,the feeling of lonliness fades like yesturdays wind....Right? You even learn to like it. Oh - the thrill of being alone,no cars blowing bad things in the air, no people to fuck ur mind, no children to annoy you, no more bosses..And you like it...Or do you? The feeling grows on you...until you realize.. There are no children..no more trees.. no more flowers,or animals. You want to make a child, but that can be a little hard to do, since you are the last person on Earth. Oh well - *Good morning heartache* You are all alone, and it starts to register in ur mind now! You will always be alone. Now and forever. Never to see another living soul, eever again. And it's a wonderful feeling....Isn't it? You go to sleep on sidewalks where the wine-o's used to warm thier hands over fires... They are no more.. You go home, and rush to make a cup of coffee.for whom? he is gone.. You go to the supermarkets,..no one there. The parks where children's laughter once filled the air is no more.. it has been silenced! Everything has changed. Yep, you are all alone...Nothing, no one around,you will grow to hate it. But for now you live and enjoy the feeling of being the "Only child". No place to go No one to go with T.V.'s are gone, no stereos, everything that was is no more! Your best friend is gone,Her voice echoes in ur mind. She isn't really there...Get a grip! Sunday Mass - YES! There is always someone there... You walk in..no one there, the Reverend was the first to go... What will you do? DESOLATION! You sleep. Dreams of other people. They were a hard act to follow. They are more than welcome now...you wished them away, and the gods heard you. You wake,bitter reality staring you dead in the face. Lifeless pet shoppe windows.... NOW YOU HATE IT! You want friends,no one available to play the part... Sorry little dreamer... timid in ur mind. You have no more dreams,they are gone too.....Now! The hatred haunts you. You want to join everyone else, but...Too late.. They have gone somplace you have no access to. You saw this coming and you let it! Wake up, Silent sorry dreamer... It's all a bad dream...Or is it? Go to the door... fling it open. . . There is nothing! Just like before....... AND YOU HATE IT! Brandie Date: Wednesday, April 29, 1992 7:58am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 186141 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Buzzheaded Me... (Reply to #185539, Reply to #185404,*) (1 reply) Okay here we go.... I will open up a park called "Dahmerland" and all the rides will have leather straps to keep the riders in place. There will also be a couple of spots in said ride ..where you will see him decapitate all of his victims, and have sex with thier severed heads. There will be a spot on the ride where you feel a pinching sensation in ur jugular, and tightening around your throat..but thats okay its only illusion....? Heh heh heh...I also have an idea to let you experience sex acts being performed on your severed body parts, and you get to sit in on his dinner...you will ride up to his front door where the mat says "Hello, it's nice to ea..err...Meet you..." and you will be invited to be..err..have dinner with the man himself. The Jeffrey Dahmer robot will gret you at the door with his hands full of heads and cocks, cunts, and assholes..(he calls those donut holes) Then you will be let out of that with a queazy stomach, and led back into the real world....or you think. When you get out of the ride, there will be someone there to let you out of the ride, and you start walking to the next ride in Dahmerland, only to find there are no more....He is chasing you with a fucking buzzsaw, and you cant find ur way back to reality....This will fuck your head up so bad that you pass the fuck out from sheer fear, and you awaken back in the theme park...exhausted and unsure of what the fuck just happened. Hmmmmm...This gets out (word of mouth) and I get repeat customers...NO KIDS ALLOWED UNDER THE AGE OF 11! Since people like to be scared out of thier fucking wits..this will be a goldmine...And with you,ADAM i SHARE the proceeds. >:> Howzatt?? >9* Date: Thursday, April 30, 1992 7:46am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 186669 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The TRUE meaning of Easter.. (2 replies) The Easter Sunday, is a day where all the little boys get decked out and go to church with thier fammys, and the pray to the lord for being boys..Then there are the little cunts, dresssed up in thier Sunday hats, dresses, purses, and shoes (all white) and they look so adorable.....NOT They go to church to beg forgiveness for doing thier fathers all year long, and get on thier knees, to give head to the minister while in confession after Mass....why this? You ask? Why not I say..It is a day after the good Friday around the world for those who really are GOOD CHRISTIANS and they have nothing to hide but the lack of meat on thier tables. They say they aren't eating meat, but when the company leaves, they break out the filet mignon...LIARS all of them...Then they wash the little cunts up for sabbath mass, and the next day being Easter Sunday, they go out all dolled up NOT to have a great Sunday and steal the palms that were stolen from some poor unfortunate tree, for giving out to cunts who do thier dads all year...and for what?! WHATS THE FRIGGEN POINT?! >:> Nice to be back :) Date: Sunday, May 3, 1992 7:18am Forum: Sikfux From: Scythe Msg#: 188161 To: Hotshot *EXEMPT* Re: Complete the following: (Reply to #102900) (3 replies) Being on After Hours is more fun than leaving work early by lying to the boss. Only to pay a visit to his wife and two adolescent daughters. To tie that fat bitch up and have her watch as you have her daughters suck you off alternately and making them swallow every single drop of your cum. Then bending them over and ramming yourself into their virginal pussies, making them bleed and bleed and bleed all over the expensive, easily stained carpet. And then once done reaming their anuses in the same fashion, and finishing things by making them lick the blood off and then forcing them to perform lesbian sex acts on their mother's stink, cheesey pussy that smells like old stale urine! Date: Monday, May 4, 1992 2:15pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 188611 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Hungry.txt File: HUNGRY.TXT (2 replies) This little 7 kilobyte file is my newest piece... Eat your heart out - and I mean that in the most literal way >:> Date: Friday, May 8, 1992 2:07am Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 191017 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Another Ded Fuk... (2 replies) Why have so many people been dying recently?! Whattiz this Apocalypse? It's strange.. and depressing.. A few hours ago, I gotta call from a good friend of mine. After about 5 minutes of "well, I'm not sure how to tell you this.." she spilled it. "Ron's dead," she said. I gasped into the telephone in disbelief and shock, "WHAT?!" She acknowledged the truth of the statement. I wasn't sure what to say - I don't cry easily, but at that moment my voice started cracking and I felt tears in my eyes. Ron was a very important person in my life.. he had helped me through a lot of shit, and I cared about him so much... for the last few months, he was in da hospital with lung disease AND a herniated disc in his spine. I haven't seen him since last year since he refused people to see him in his condition... now I'll never see him again. I've never had a person this close to me die... now I know what it feels like. I know now how Adam felt when Neal died, and that's one of the reasons I'm posting this here. While I was on the phone with the friend who had told me, (she was also close to Ron) she spent a lot of time reminiscing. She had found out yesterday, so she had already went through the initial shock. Neither of us even knew that he was THAT sick - that's why we were so utterly shocked.. As she was talking, all I could do is mutter "yeah" in agreement, every once in a while. I haven't bawled like this in a long, long time.. tears streaming from my eyes, hands shaking, the works. After I hung up, I layed down on my bed for about 20 minutes, thinking about Ron.. he always had a lot of good advice to give. He was always very cynical about life.. but valued it immensely nevertheless. A very sarcastic guy, Ron was. He didn't smile very often, but nevertheless he always had a very warm presence... After about 20 mins I was calm, not upset anymore really, but just depressed, sort of like a burden in the back of my mind. I became very thoughtful, I suppose that's why I was inspired to write all this. Tomorrow is Ron's memorial service... ugh, it's so hard to believe, to take in someone's death. Just unbelieveable... and depressing.. even though I know he's probably having a better time now than when he was alive... Date: Friday, May 8, 1992 2:37am Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 191078 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Ace and moi have eyes back athe neck (Reply to #190874, Reply to #190365,*) (1 reply) We are our own worst enemies and we like it like that. I hate the oppposition. --Lydia Lunch copyright 1983 Date: Friday, May 8, 1992 4:48pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 191474 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Memorial Service... (1 reply) At 10:30 ayem today, At Our Lady of Martyrs church in Forest Hills, I was at Ron's memorial service. All the emotions I felt yesterday, that I thought were gone, they came back... even worse. Through the service I was quite blank - I don't care very much for church services, especially not Catholic ones. I was kneeling and sitting and standing with the rest of the crowd, but in my thoughts was Ron, not God or church. A lot of people were at the service.. Ron was a beloved individual, although I don't think he realized that. Towards the end of the service, my thoughts were interrupted when I noticed everybody looking to the left. I turned my head to see what everybody was staring at, and what I saw almost made me choke on my own tongue. It was Ron's body, covered with a white cloth, lying on, I guess, a casket. I felt such an incredible surge of emotion... my stomach was flipping, my heart was stuck in my throat.. it was weird, shocking. Tears gathered at my eyes but didn't fall. I was shaking, slightly. That figure looked so lifeless... and thin... I pictured Ron's dead face under there, and I felt so terrible... That image, of his corpse under that cloth, is a permanently engraved image in my mind... Another interesting thing.. in life, Ron and I did have our differences. We upset eachother, pissed eachother off at times. Now that he is gone, everything he ever might have done is automatically forgiven. I love Ron.. and all my memories of him are very good ones. That is all that is left of him.. I don't have any of his posessions, not even a picture. All I have are memories, wonderful memories, and I will never let them go. When I remember his corpse under that cloth, I feel tears welling up, and I become terribly upset... but when I remember him alive, these memories make me smile. I know he still exists... his soul is in a better place, and he will always exist on earth, in the memories of people who knew him and loved him. Another thing which is strange.. nobody knows exactly how he died. Ron has always liked to keep his private life secret - maybe he wants to keep his death a mystery as well. I have heard various rumour as to his cause of death - cancer was a popular one, tho I doubt it.. BUT, the most prevalent rumour is - AIDS. And it is the most probably one. I have found out a fact today - Ron had had pneumonia NINE times in the past 2 years. Sounds familiar, doesn't it. His constant deterioration is another indicator. Yes... the most popular and most likely concensus is that Ron Cancemi had died of AIDS. | | -----+----- | | | | Date: Monday, May 11, 1992 6:48pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 192790 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Special Shitlist (4 replies) Fatalism: Shit doesn't last... Socialism: My shit is your shit. Tattooists: If it ain't tattooed, it ain't worth a shit. Stoners: Good shit, maaaaaaan. Realism: This is REAL SHIT! Surrealism: Nah, look UNDERNEATH the shit! Necrophilia: This shit is dead, fuck it! Bestiality: The best shit is animal shit! Homosexuality: We only want shit of OUR kind! Racism: Shit should be browner! Xenophobia: GET THIS WEIRD SHIT AWAY FROM ME! Dominance: You will take this shit and you will like this shit. Submission: Please, sir, more shit! The Handicapped: I can't get away from this shit. The Stupid: Shit? Whu? LA: GIMME THAT SHIT! NYC: Fuck this shit! Nashville: The only shit here is the shit that the cows leave behind. Allerton Ave Boyz: Whassamatta dis shit, hah? Homeboyism: What new shit goin' down, homey? Obsessive Compulsion: I want all of your shit all of the time... Paranoia: This shit is out to GET ME Insane Rage: IT"S ALL SHIT, DAMMIT! Guidoism: You shitted all over my new Ferrari!!! Bloods: Wuss dat blue shit, muthafucka? Crips: Yo, wuss dat red shit, wuss up, muthafucka? LAPD: Stop this shit right now, sir! SIR! Vanilla Ice-ism: I'm poor white shit, I swear! Michael Jackson-ism: This shit needs another nose job! Michael Jackson-ism II: This shit is too dark! Coprophilia: I love this shit! Coprolagnia: I want to eat this shit, ooooh! Vandalism: Let's fuck this shit up! Transexualism: But I'm the wrong kind of shit! The MTA: This shit will be slightly delayed, thank you for your inconvenience. Staten Is Ferry: You'll be at shit's shore in a few minutes. Perversion: Weird shit, niiiiiiiice... Fetishism: Only This shit will do... Escapism: I'm tired of this shit, lemme think up some new shit... Apathy: Ah, shit. What the fuck anyway... Apathy II: I don't give a shit. Appreciation: This shit is real fine O yeah... Nazism: Aryan shit is the Master Shit. Zionism: G*d made us a special land for this shit. Proletarianism: We must Work for our Collective Shit! Elitism: Only a certain quality of shit for us, dear. IRA: Get outta 'ere, English shit! RUC: These poor benighted fools need English help with their shit. Ted Kennedy-ism: This shit never happened, I swear! Anita Hill-ism: Yes it did, this shit happened 10 years ago! Bob Grant-ism: GET THIS SHIT OFF MY PHONE! Jerry Brown-ism: This shit is best flat. Paul Tsongas-ism: I'm the best candidate cause everyone else is shit! Bill Clinton-ism: I never even SAW that shit. I love my wife very much. Ross Perot-ism: All this shit really needs is money! George Butch-ism: Yes. The shit thing. I am against it, surely. Al Sharpton-ism: White shit is always oppressing Black shit! Dinkism: Together, we can deal with this shit. Jerry Brown-ism II: All I ask is 13% of your shit. Call 800 555 6969. Donald Trump-ism: I was once real rich shit... Leona Helmsley-ism: Only the little shits pay taxes. Ross Perot-ism II: I'll fix this shit. Dammit, I'm a businessman! Lawyerism: We'll defend the lowest shit! Lawyerism II: We'll sue the living shit outta you! Victimization: Why does this shit happen to ME? Bikerism: Motorshit Rules! Pederasty: Little girl, I have some very special shit to show you... Exhibitionism: I love to SHOW my shit! Voyeurism: ooooh, looky that shit over there through the windowshades... Hitlerism: Jewish shit belongs in the oven. Burroughsism: Young boy shit strung on a line of jissom in the junksick dawn... Dahmerism: KILL the shit, FUCK the shit, EAT the shit! Zodiac Killerism: Only kill shit of a certain sign. Son Of Samism: The dog next door told me to fuck that shit up. Noahism: We must build an ark! It might shit anytime! Computer Piracy: Never actually BUY shit, lamer! Misdemeanor: Sneaktheft of, well, not that much shit really... Felony: Gimme ALL your shit or I'll BLOW YER FUCKING BRAINS OUT! Incest: Shit is only good within the family. Sexual Harrassment: Baby, lemme at that shit. Remember, you can be replaced! Illiteracy: What does this shit say?! Illegitimacy: Exactly just WHO'S shit is this anyway? The mailman's? Statutory Rape: Shit just a leeetle bit before it's time... This shit was written and co produced by Don T and Ace... Date: Sunday, May 17, 1992 7:20pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 195805 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Shit3.txt File: SHIT3.TXT (1 reply) Here's a nifty little addition to the shit list posted in part in /curevent by me, and the second part written by DTI and Ace and posted here in /sikfux. FYI, I also u/led a complete version of all three alphabetized in /curevent as well... This was written by myself and Serdar (a/k/a Corrosion) this very afternoon in a fit of silliness. Hope you all enjoy it! Date: Sunday, May 17, 1992 7:53pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 195817 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Not for the Squeamish... (Copy by Kali) (2 replies) For those of you not in the know, I work freelance at 1010 WINS Radio... or at least, I did for a year and a half until i started my current job a week ago. I worked there last night (I am now on leave of absence, but that is irrelevant), and we got somethign very sick over the fax from a sister station somewhere in the country... I am going to x-scribe it from the fax. Please don't read further if you are at all squeamish.... . . . ORDER NOW! JEFFREY DAHMER'S HOME COOKIN' COOKBOOK on sale for a limited time only. Just 19.95 plus shipping. This is the latest work from the author whose other credits include: "A Farewell to Arms", "HOw to Get Ahead in Refrigeration", "Short Cuts on Becoming Head Chef", and "How to Cook with Heart and Soul." Make the finest old-style Wisconsin foods. Among Jeffrey's favorite recipes: Icebox Surprise Pie Baby's Back Ribs Beans and Frank Screamnin' Sammy Sausage Bobby's Bratwurst Rice A'Ronnie Rump Roast Peter Breda Finger Sandwiches Liver Patti Vince Meat Pie Spaghetti and Pete's Balls Bob-B-Que Terry-aki Bic Mac Shish-Ke-Bob Manwich Chuck's Roast Hot Cross Buns Baked Alaskan Eyes-burg Lettuce Elbow Macaroni Tongue Sandwich Moo Goo Guy in a pan Head Cheese Filet O'Fred Bill's Boilin' in the Bag Stew Sloopy Joe Leg O'Sam Mixed Nuts Scrambled Legs Brown-kness Head Lettuce Kidney Pie Handburger Art's Choked Heart This is the book to have when you have a friend for dinner. Expect some delays in shipment as Dahmer is under investigation for shipping arms to Iraq. . . . That's it... and yes, I am copying it to /Sikfux too.... Goes to show yo, journalists are a sick bunch. Date: Monday, May 18, 1992 11:01pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 196334 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: moreshit.txt File: MORESHIT.TXT (1 reply) Earlier today, I had a sudden weird flash of inspiration, and out of this came: moreshit.txt, more shitlist shit... i hope this is as good as what we did before :> Date: Tuesday, May 19, 1992 9:52pm Forum: Sikfux From: Ace Msg#: 196836 To: Kali *EXEMPT* Re: moreshit.txt (Reply to #196791, Reply to #196519,*) (2 replies) Yeah :) Here's some more shit my mind thought up today: Aceism #1: I'd sell my soul for that shit! Aceism #2: I'd sell my body for that shit! Aceism #3: I don't have money for that shit! Aceism #4: Shit, I need a job! Johndrakeism: Shit? Vibrantmism: This shit is cultural! DTIism #2: This shit would look real tasty in stockings... Aceism #5: Shit, that hurts!! Mmmm... Kali-ism: If I have kids, shit will happen. >:) Date: Sunday, May 24, 1992 4:24pm Forum: Sikfux From: Catwoman Msg#: 198829 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Purple pubes (5 replies) I just dyed my pubic hair purple. This is the truth. This happened because I just went to a nude beach and was contemplating what kind of a fashion statement I could make at such a place. And then I thought of it. Trouble is, it isn't as purple as I'd like it to be. First I bleached it, and it became yellowish. Then I dyed said hair with a dye called "Vibrant Plum." Yet my pubic hair is still not as vibrant as I'd wish it to be. It's sort of a pastel orangy pink. I would much prefer a darker purple, yet I see no other purple hair dye in the local stores. There must be some purple hair dye in New York City. Where do punks get their purple hair dye? I will try this plum thing again, but meanwhile, help me out here. My pubic hair is about the color of My Little Pony. This could prove to be embarrassing when I have my next sexual interlude. But funny too. So if you see a woman with pastel or purple pubic hair at Sandy Hook's nude beach (Beach G) you'll know it's the catwoman. Catwoman and her purple pussy. Hmmmmmmm. Date: Monday, June 1, 1992 2:51pm Forum: Sikfux From: Lockesley Msg#: 202103 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: emtstory File: 202103.ATT (1 reply) Here's a cute story I thought you might like. A usual day's work, huh? Date: Tuesday, June 9, 1992 8:45pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kurgan Msg#: 204710 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Bohemian Parody File: 204710.ATT (3 replies) Once again, I shall attempt to make public the Ode To Freddy Mercury, a rather vile parody of the Queen song "Bohemian Rhapsody", which mocks his gay lifestyle. The first upload failed. Hopefully this one will be successful. Enjoy! Date: Thursday, June 25, 1992 2:49am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 209409 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Sex Drive (5 replies) Remember months ago when I was setting up a Beach Meet for sometime this summer, in a quiet, out-of-the-way parking lot where people indulge their sexual needs? Well, the lot has reopened after a long reconditioning, and I am again setting this intoboard pervert meet up. If interested in getting to see or participate in the activities of other BBSers, from the safety of your car, leave me a letter. The meet will be held on a weekend night in July. More than that I can't say, because I need input from LOTS of people first. The majority rules. Date: Sunday, June 28, 1992 11:17pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 210749 To: Ace *EXEMPT* Re: Take Turns on This One... (1 reply) So I come home from this night like some other nights, a night made of random incidents treated according to New York State Protocols although we do not always follow the book, I sit in the vehicle between calls and think of you silent greedy perfect as if designed by my personal hand of god, the need is palpable, it can be measured with standard instruments in units of heat or horsepower. I think of you as the night dims into grey dawn, your ass high sleeping on belly the slight drool of safe comfort, one would not droll in a dangerous location, one would not let go so far. You are comfortable on my bed, secure in chains. Naked and perfect, waiting... The door makes a certain sound when it gets unlocked. You hear it subconscious, it starts you getting wet, I am home and I am hungry. And this you want, this you desire with basic fullness. This you will not be shitty smartassed about. There are things that even you would not fuck around with. No matter how much you want to get fucked with. Small vestigial rules that are not spoken, basic things beyond codification, symbiosis. A desire system. You desire me in certain ways, and I desire you as well, more than I have desired in long dry years of locust fear, one plus one equals two, not one, not three or any other sum. It is me and you, this obscene arrangement my payment from god for services rendered in the Service. You wait, sleeping as the dawn kicks at shades, the dust on glass in frames, windows silent witness to acts illegal and who cares about law? Perfect and unashamed, you may like to think that you have the burden of error but I have all title to all things, it is the source of my well, bad and good crimes and commendations. I drive the vehicle, fix trauma, wait the dawn and dream silent invisible of your perfect immobile self dreaming waiting creaming the good thing I can taste it in the back of my throat and it is fine pure I live for the love you give me as I wait for the full sun to come up and that lazy fuck who relieves me to show so I can make it back home and molest you. There is no other legal term. I do these things, I need you and you know it, it is your balance in this arrangement, I do these things because you are perfect and made as if from plans for me direct. I see the gunshot shocked out all blue shivers he says I am cold I am cold I am cold please and I put the shitty blanket on him I give him the sweet gas of treatment I dress his wounds and I am obsessed with you, I do theses things and I see you, naked and slick wet curves perfect like what I always wanted waiting masturbating silently over gleaming skin the purple sky overhead you wake up to pee and shuffle, back to bed and a stroke before dying, likewise I stretch in the vehicle, rearrange myself, can taste your cunt, god loves me because he has furnished you... Date: Monday, June 29, 1992 7:50am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 210861 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Thanks for watchin the space >:> (3 replies) Okay Self mutilation has always been a fun thing for me to watch/do and help people do as well. it is a form of flattery to watch this stuff and not get sick....watch this... Men Penis mutilation: Take the penis and wrap it in aluminum foil, steadily bend it over to a 180 degree angle, and just watch what happens. If you are not satisfied with the results, you may alkso put it in a microwave on HIGH and watch it cook to soothe the musclur pain you get from fucking all night.. And then there is the firecracker method...Place a nice sized firecracker in said cockhole, and set it aflame..when it explodes, you will have pain, sure, but the kids will like it and ask you to do it again. I always loved..The glass tubing in the cockhole method.. Place a thin glass tube into ur cockhead, and with a mallet - gently tap it! It will not only cause a multitude of shredding therein, but again the kids will want you to do it again. The will think you better than a clown for the "Funny faces " you make :) Then there is the old standby... Fish hooks..Take a bit of fishing twine, and place a regular sised fishinghook on the one end, and hold the other..with a great force you will not only catch the best "fish" of the day, but it wont get away >):>... Dont forget to soften the cock up before you go fishing..that could hurt >:) Vise grips work wonders for the strengthening of the cock too.. see if you can get it to go as tight as you can stand it before passing out ...it is indeed fun to do and the wife will love you for it.. You show how much of a man you can actually be! Okay the kids will need popcorn for this one.. Lay urself under the wheel of your car in ur driveway, and hold your cock in ur hand where it lines up to where the wheel will roll over it. Then ask ur youngest child to get into the car and lay on the gas pedal.As you scream in bloody pain the other child(ren) will watch and applaude you for the efforts. Hell you may even get a bunch of kids from down the block! What the fuck you got the kids a harpoon gun for Xmas..they want to get even with you for making fammy movies, and having a professional child play thier parts in the damn thing.. - watch out! They may even be reading this now, and are getting ideas..the will want to play William Tell with ur head..(Lower) and see if they can knock the apple off the end of ur stiffened tool while you stand up against a tree....If they miss...*OUCH!* But of course, I will feel nothing so I will be there with a bucket to catch the blood that spills.. I have a personal best.. CLEATS with razors underneath them... Try to stay still while a loved one does the "cigaret mash" on your tool...granted it will be torn to shreds, but what the fuck..its fun for her, especially if you are not loved by said mate anymore >:) Okay and finally we have the method of SANDPAPER Try this in a closet of ur home before attempting it in a crowd. Jerk off with sandpaper as if you had just ur hand and some oil in it. It will be a fantstic way to WOW them at the next office party..hell whop needs to xerox thier asses when you are the life of the party..they can take pictures of that instead! Date: Tuesday, June 30, 1992 7:47am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 211478 To: Ace *EXEMPT* Re: Thanks for watchin the space >:> (Reply to #211046, Reply to #210861) (3 replies) Ya damn straiught I can do wimmin as well.... The wimmin here can: Take a nice sized meat hook and push it thru thier breast skin, and let it dangle there, find a cat that likes tro play with dangling objects, and see what happens..*OUCH* you say? It is fun try it.. There will be more in an upcoming post Date: Friday, July 3, 1992 1:54am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 212472 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Planets Collide! Millions Killed! (Reply to #212415, Reply to #211953,*) (2 replies) Studs and black leather, And long rubber dickies. White plastic butt-plugs And forced oral trickies. Black laces to pull hard on those nipple rings... Date: Thursday, July 16, 1992 4:15pm Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 217079 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Dti's Demise (a confession) (2 replies) I bet you are wondering why Dti hasn't been online in a couple of weeks.. It all started the day I went over un announced, and walked in on him at the "wrong" time >:/ He was in his apartment in his skivies, and I rang the doorbell. . . No answer. But I could have sworn I heard a noise inside the apartment just the same. I stood there and rang the bell at least 5 times more before I decided to leave. He was there - I could feel it. But I kept on trying to no avail. I went downstairs and asked someone to keep the door open while I went to the store and called the apt. to see what he was doing, and again -- no answer.. I started to feel real mad and to thionk I should have called first *PISSED ME OFF* even more. All I wanted to do was shoot the breeze with him, (and whatever else) and wound up wanting to shoot him instead. I sat outside for a while and wondered if it was the cat I heard, and maybe he was still working, hadn't come home yet..but it was like about 9pm when I gave up the wait and went to try it again. I took the elevator as I was so tired of sitting there waiting, (I hate small places) and reached the 3rd floor again.. I approached the door and rang the bell again..No answer. I was getting really steamed! I tried the door, and remarkably it was open . . . I stuck my head in and looked to my right, there I saw the livingroom, and of all things, a Motorcycle, a dentists chair, and a spit sink..Hmmm "who does his decorating" I wondered to myself, and the giggled to myself. He is so cute. I trhought maybe I would wait there so no one would take anything, and when he came home explain to him the door was opened when I got here. I looked around and saw the book "Naked Lunch" I had hoped to borrow and began to flip thru it.. I heard the noise again.. I went skulking around in the Livingroom, not knowing by heart where the light was, and stealthy as a cat I saw nothing, and began to walk back to the livingroom.. But then I heard it again. I saw the cat and said "Pogo! Hi babe! " and kissed it, picked it up and carried it thru the house with me. I saw the kitchen still looked the same as it did the last time I visited him, and moved silently thru the house cuddling the cat. Pogo seemed on edge, and I put him down, I thought there were burglars in the apt. But there was one room I had to check after seeing so many movies..the bathroom! I crept to the door of the bathroom, and quietly pulled back the shower curtain therein..Nothing. I let out a sigh of relief. I started to back out of the bathroom when I heard the noise again in the door beside me..the Bedroom door..Time to investigate.I cracked the door quietly and stuck my head in. There was a bed on the opposite side of the Bdrm door, and a Tv at the foot of it. I looked in and when I took a good look I saw what was keeping Dti from answering me the door, and my calls! That really burnt my butt! The sight of what I saw really made me angry and I swore revenge. I went back downstairs and to my cousin's house 3 blocks away and asked him for his bag of *stuff* he obliged me and when I left there I said "See you later I have big fish to fry" He didn't catch on, and maybe it's a good thing he didn't! He would have stopped me. Okay now when I got back to his place (Dti's) I went to the living room and made a call.. I made plans to have a car pick me up in about an hour and keep the motor going. When I finished on the fone, I heard that same fucking noise I heard at the start of this whole ordeal. Some people say it was the jealousy of it all and I was mad as a foaming dog from the sight and jealousy of what it was I saw, but I should say not! As he lay there making that insipid noise, I reached into the 4th of July bag I got from my cousin, and I pulled out 12 M - 80's. I placed 3 above his head while he lay there with that big stupid grin on his face, 3 on his miidsection, and 3 near his groin. I also place one next to either ear for Good Proceedures, and kept one for GP. Then I took out the stick of dynamite I had in my bag as well and shoved it up his ass,he was thinking it to be something else i bet, but when I was done I took a good look and figured it would be fun to watch - maybe. You see I still loved him up until the things I saw him doing, and the fact that he was so into it made me furious. I never thought it may be jealousy, but now that I look back I think it was/is. ...Sigh... Getting back to the explosives..They were lit and set to go off all at the same time , so I fled from the bedroom, and grabbed Pogo. He did nothing to me, and he looked so pathetic with the device he had around his head. I felt sorry for him, and just beacuse I saw what I did I didn't want to hurt him anymore! I closed the door behind and knew that I had exactly 15 seconds to bolt out into the hallway..But I didn't. I stayed in the livingroom and just waited for the **BOOM!!!!** When I heard it I figured the nieghbors woulkd think Adam to be playing with the things in his apartment, (he ain't wrapped too tight,he is more warped than wrapped and thats why we got along so great) and they would think nothing of it..knowing him well like they did. And no one did dare even ring the bell! I knew what I had done was remove the bestest friend from the face of the earth I had ever had, and hE WAS NO LONGER WITH US. i SAT AND CRIED. tHEN i VENTURED INTO THE bDRM. AND LOOKED.. ALL i SAW Adam laying with no guts, blood all over the place, and still with that big stupid grin on his face. I will not tell you what the sides of the bed looked like. I cried all over again to know that such love can be turned into such rage in a few short minnits :( All this because I still love him and couldn't take what I saw.... That was my confession for all of you to see, I hope it isn't erased any time soon and all of you forgive me for what I have done. I had to get it off my chest. Date: Monday, July 20, 1992 10:56am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 218948 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Dti >:> File: 218948.ATT (2 replies) Okay this is done File style ..deal with it Date: Saturday, August 15, 1992 12:34am Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 229817 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: petition.txt File: PETITION.TXT (1 reply) This goes along with the previous post, same procedure.... ATTENTION ALL BBS USERS: There is pressure now on the Federal government to regulate the BBS community. This would mean that the private-enterprise nature of BBSs would be threatened. BBS systems would have to register with and be monitored by the Federal government, and the contents of the systems would be strictly controlled. We must prevent this from happening. Please make as many copies of this document as you need, and sign the area below. Send the form to your congressman, senator, or other government repersentative. Collect signatures from other concerned BBS users, and make yourselves heard. Your First Amendment rights are about to be infringed upon. Don't let the government take the words out of your mouth. Dear _____________________: I / we, the undersigned, do hereby protest all proposed regulation of electronic bulletin board systems, hereafter referred to as "BBSs". Such regulation would constitute a violation of my Constitutional right to free speech, freedom of thought, and freedom of expression, especially amongst those who tend to exercise such rights so fervently. Please do not allow the passage of such legislation, and oppose its existence or proposal wherever you can. I / we, the undersigned, is / are an enthusiastic BBS user and I / we do not wish to have a very potent and democratic form of speech to be curtailed. I / we will continue to oppose all governmental action that threatens the First Amendment in any of its myriad forms, of which the BBS community is a lively and potent one. Thank you. Date: Tuesday, August 18, 1992 3:27am Forum: Sikfux From: Phoenix Msg#: 231049 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: A piece 'a' rat ass.. (5 replies) So, I was living in a railroad flat in Park Slope with Crazy Jane and Lucy the Wonderdog, and two cats named Sheba and Tut. I liked Tut. He pissed in Crazy Jane's shoes on a regular basis. One day, BIlly, a friend of Jane's, came to visit. They invited me to join them for a drink, while they reminisced about the days when they first met, in the mental hospital. Billy and Jane were both diagnosed as schizophrenics, so they had a lot in common. Neither one heard voices anymore, except the same ones I could also hear. But Jane knew that she had to watch through the peephole for at least an hour every evening, so the West Indians upstairs wouldn't do something bad to her. Jane knew all about voodoo. Her last boyfriend had left a dead chicken on the doorstep when they broke up. Her previous roommate thought it was dinner, and wasn;t disturbed by it at all...but Jane knew better, and would never eat chicken from that day on. Jane told Billy about the halfway house she'd lived in before finding this flat. She shared an apartment with three other former patients. One of them had a boyfriend who would visit regularly. He claimed he could suck liquids up his penis, and finally insisted on demonstrating this ability at the dinner table. He inserted his penis into a glass of water, and as god was Jane's witness, he sucked that glass dry. The next day she moved out. Billy thought that was a unique talent. Billy had little use for his own penis, since the doses of Thorazine and Mellerill that he took made it no more than a fleshy egress for urine. But Billy still had a vague memory of the general idea of sex. And Billy had a pet rat. It was not a fancy rat. Not a laboratory rat, or the cute, squeaky clean rats sold as snake food at the pet store. It was just a rat. When he found it in his kitchen, it was a baby. He mistook it for a mouse, named it Mickey, and kept it in a cage. Actually, it wasn;t a cage. It was one of those humane traps. Billy was so humane, he couldn't bring himself to kill Mickey. So he fed him, and Mickey grew. Finally he grew too large for the trap/cage, and Billy would carry him around in his pocket. He loved going into bars, and watching the reaction when Mickey crept out of his pocket. Mickey was pretty content to hang out with Billy, seeing as how Billy would feed him everything that Billy ate. Mickey developed a taste for cold pizza, burritos, and spaghettios. HE also drank beer...the rat equivalent of a six-pack a day. One night, Billy won Mickey's heart forever. THey were hangin out in one of Billy's favorite bars. Bily and Mickey had each lapped up their weight in beer. The neighborhood girls had taken their turns squealing at Mickey...and had progressed, with sufficient beers imbibed, to the point of playing with Mickey. They let him run up their arms and into their blouses, to be fished out by Billy. "Poor Mickey" Billy observed "never gets sex. Neither do I, for that matter...but it ain't Mickey's fault. I ruined him for his own kind. They won;t touch a rat with human scent on 'im!" It was suggested that Billy owed the rat an orgasm. Billy considered that a fair thought. He bgan to play with the rat's penis. Mickey soon ws visibly aroused. Bartender bet Billy a beer he wouldn't let the rat come in his mouth. Billy raised the ante to the price of his running tab. The bartender bit. Billy sucked. Mickey rolled his rat eyes up into his head, and shot his tiny ratwad. Billy gargled the last beer, and scooped up Mickey, and put him in his pocket. After that, Mickey follwed Billy all over the house with a simpy smirk on his ratpuss. If Billy sat down, Mickey climbed up his lap, up his shirt, and sat on Billy's face. Billy would awaken at night, to find his mouth filled with rat. I never found out what became of the rat after that. Just at that point in the story, Lucy the Wonderdog had the shit beated out of her by Sheba, and in the ensuing chaos, the end of the story was lost. I thought it was significant that Billy, who never gave a rat's ass for much of anything, at least gave a rat head. Date: Wednesday, August 26, 1992 8:51pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 235241 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Perfect skin... (1 reply) This is a copy of Corrosion's story in /Xrated.... PERFECT SKIN (This is not a fantasy but a speculation.) She was getting tired of waiting. Every night would be the same routine. There would be a phone call at around four saying he'd have to work a little later than normal that night. She wound understand and shove dinner back an extra hour. That day he called her and could not seem to get the words out of his mouth properly. He was choking on his own lie. She said I understand and hung up on him. He was cut off in the middle of his sentence trying to tell her how the boss would get on his ass if he didn't finish what he was doing that night. She walked away from the phone and went to the other side of the kitchen. The late afternoon sun was cmoing in bright and harsh. It bleached out everything it touched and made her think of a time when there had been no husband and no aggravation at this time in ther afternoon. There had been no knotting of the stomachover what lay beyond his lies. The sunlight entered her bones and she knew. She grabbed her purse and checked it. $45. Enough. She grabbed the keys to her car and sat behind the wheel for a moment. She considered the possibilities. There were bars somewhere in town that she could go to. She backed out of the driveway and almost ran into someone else's dog. The dog looked forlorn and distant as she peeled off and headed for a part of town she had never entered before. The bars looks disgusting from the outside. She steeled her stomach and walked in. The sound and smell was less offensive than she had expected. People were staring at her. One man in particular, with his shirt open and his dark hair plastered straight back with Brilliantine. She hated him on sight. She ordered a drink and did not face the man as he drifted over and said, Let me take care of that. You've got amazing eyes, you know that? She downed her drink in one gulp and did not meet his eyes. Finally she said Let's get the hell out of here. Whatever you say, baby. They got up and walked out together. He led her to his car which was a disgustingly overpainted T-bird. She sat in the front seat and seethed as he put his hand on her knee and left it there the whole time he was driving. His apartment was a shithole. She did not conceal her contempt. She kicked at a pair of shorts lying on the floor as she took off her shirt and bra. He stopped for a moment, then grinned. Come on, she said. I've got more aggression than I know what to do with. So do I, he grinned. Let's work out our aggression in a socially positive context, OK, baby? Whatever you say. He lay back down on the bed and found himself being straddled across his chest. She froze and stared into his face. His eyes were disturbingly empty. He smiled but it was only his mouth. Her breasts hung down as she bent over him. He grinned and reached for them, finding himself entranced. You've got the most amazing skin, he said. She didn't say anything, just let him slobber over her breasts while she looked over his shoulder and hairy back. There was a belt lying draped over the bedpost. He was preparing to get his pants off. She reached for the belt but just fell short, scraping it with her fingertips. Hey, whay are you doing? he asked. She lunged for the belt and brought it around his neck. HEY! he hollered. Cut it out! She balled her fist and smashed it into the side of his head. Not a slap. A punch. He roared and tried to get out from under her, but every move he made was amplified into trture by the garrote around his neck. She planted her knees against his chest and proceeded to bash his face again and again until the blood spurted from his nose. She got up and wiped herself off with one of his shirts. He moaned and tried to turn himself over. She got dressed and left. When she came home she discovered her husband was not there. The answering machine had no messages on it. She examined her slightly bruised wris and went out again. The next bar shd went into eas even less imperssive. Over inthe corner she spotted a very familiar body. She stormed over and whirled him around. Her husband was talking to another woman. Without even thinking she said Let's get out of here, OK? Her husband stared at her as she proceeded to lead him by the wrist. You want to fuck a stranger, she shouted, go ahead and fuck me, I'm a total stranger by now to you. Dead silence. He led her outside and put her in the car. They went home sullenly. Once inside he stood in the middle of the living room uncertain what to do. His wife stared at him through the glass partition that divided the living room from the rest of the house. How logn has this been going on? she asked. About a month, he replied.What aer you going to do? she asked. I don't know. Wel, goddamnit, you'd better think of something because I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I went out and beat the shit out of a total stranger today because I knew I could never raise a hand to you. What? he asked. She told him what had happened. You did WHAT? he roared. Yes, I did what, she replied snidely. And if you can't live with it, too bad. I can and I'm not ashamed of anything I do anymore. Same here, he shouted back. You wanna fuck a stranger? Then let's do it. You're not kidding, are you? he said. Yeah. One last fling before we both give up. All right, he half-smiled, taking off his shirt. And the whole they time they were making love she was grimacing harder and harder. When she kissed him she chewed fiercely on his lip, drawing blood and tasting it, Both of them writhed. Niether could tear away. Finally they were asleep and the next morning he awoke and stared over at her naked body. He woke her gently. She smiled when she saw him and kissed the top of his head. Nwo you tell me about your adventure, she said primly. With women I don't even know? he answered. He told her about a woman he had picked up two nights ago and who had never had enough courage to actually go to bed with him. She was a sad one, he concluded. I pitied her. DO you still love me? he asked. Jealously, she answered. Thank you, he whispered back. I felt the same way. And every night after that they faced each other in bed with the same rage, the same joy. A first attempt. (R)eply, (E)mail reply, follow (T)hread, (P)revious or (N)ext message? x Date: Monday, September 14, 1992 9:51am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 235506 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Rain and cool nice outside reminds me of better (1 reply) Got inside my brain told the bugs what to tell me twentyfour seven threesixtyfive all moon phases no matter what else evidence could be piled like garbage scows under the truth of a full moon 3am had to do this thing the noise was too loud she drove me nuts it has improved subtly since such time. They die and some silent but not this one she still moans and howls rips my tendons like hated intruments bash the guitar jump in the pool kill the umpire blood festival springtime sacrifice. I used to love her but then her name changed and if that's not enough I have no idea what could be the same shell certain mutable surface details changed blurred in memory they all run like cheap ink rainy day sunlight fades the high points but the voice lives on after the throat is filled with hungry larvae and I sleep only to see the bitch sitting there right there where you might be if you was here right now and she has the mouth going yapping like a dog into my ear the telephone the door the voice in the hallway constant background noise no amount of solvent cleans this thing. They change or they are not what they were seemingly at least and then they die and you kill them and they supposed to go away like regular dead shit motherfuckers straight from private hell but no such pleasure is available to this agent as the presence stays like burned rice at the bottom of the deep pot festering stealing one part of you each day snickering at the corner of the eye like the bank or some other ersonal authority except this one has a face no matter how blur the years snow rain windy evening spent better it does not matter nothing changes except the loss improves in size and heft quality never goes away if I could have killed her real all blood on my hands cut her up the midline with the bayonet I greet the door I would still not be rid of her the bitch stole years miles and lives and I cannot obtain recompense. Replace this hole in mind with new say many but that is just another one in different sheepclothing knife hidden with care a lesson learned tough bad school some things beaten inside indian copper sacrifice knives beaten thin ringing like temple bells from one solid cube a foot on a side pure copper turned green from age while being manufactured takes so long the old way but the novel manufacture does not give that sublime vibration in shimmering breezes fall evenings when the walls want to release but central knows better than anytime that danger hides behind every smile waiting with the football. This will not happen again not this time I been had one too many and it worketh not anyway so the cheap joy is also gone makes me far safer than if it was diff, every hit a burn lingers after remember the taste cheap pennies forcefed remember the fall gravity is strong today a ya sure tell em boyo thats the way yar har sling it with and to the best of em all the truth that ink can stand, see your design for lliving walk on els two inches away naked and fulla heat fluid motion what choo wan and know pure fear stay back if necessary run like a thief on speed down the tairs do not approach dangerous things too much damage and the tolerance s at present time a thread can be seen under the electron microscope, work and live and die but ignore all other things remember this or be at our own peril you have warned thyself sound the alarm feel the pain baby better can any other human claims to live today. Date: Monday, September 14, 1992 10:43am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 235526 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Means To An End Remember it all like yesterday all pure like white clear light streaming through open window sunday afternoon it was all true and no possible brain lesion could remove consciousness of this intent this act this horrible need this love lasts forevermore bleeding in my hand like premature bird fell out the tree cradled broken matchstick bones. Saint Ramona resurrect. I had been alone again as nature intended for some time no contact the flesh did not really care but there was one slitted eyeball in the mind that protested this lack this burned need dead hole of yen under rotten leaves break the ankle if no care used in traverse, the need grew like a salty wound in July and in due time subtle preparations made by unseen cruel operators the pieces in place under a killing moon bright red swings low over the cornfields of genetic memory. Standing stunned by variety in the record store or the bookstore or maybe it was the video place too many details and only the ragged edges are palpable. All those thousands of boxes full of whatever it was, had pictures bright colors neon lettering no clues to be purchased from all this random jangling information just like white noise living at the end of the runway at JFK, too much to be appreciated by a long shot. Eyes burning from all these things couldn't even remember why I went in the store much less which specific one of those little boxes I wanted so bad that I would subject myself to this kinda experience. Saint Ramona mystery unseen. Then a blur blinding violet flash haze eyes see less and more all at one time contradictions in terms being the most savoury thing my mind can grasp. She was taken away from the jumbled eye noise background of the store by that neon violet evanescence rippling out from her three hundred sixty degrees thinking my eyes lie to me again like when I thought I was at home sleeping dreaming acted as if it was the fact ended up in the drunk tank still had tatters of her skirt jammed between teeth but a good Legal Aid chile got me out on temporary incapacitation never even had to piss in that jail but the objective brain overrules and declares this to be genuine simply because the violet jeeziz halo must exist as it bounces off her advertising quality blueblack hair shivering and as yet unknown. Saint Ramona child of god. My brains on oiled rails at this time nothing else exists I have met another one, escapee from the fetish drawing page ten years gone, they got away somehow the magic was effective in germination but never in control type factors, they all wandered away while I snored as the ink dried and left to their own devices sometimes wander back into view fateful day but not easy as roping a calf because this one has had some years taste for selfawareness and may quite possibly believe that she is tural of woman born so many things to insinuate in a checkered glance over suddenly tumbling vortexes of compact discs excercise tapes head cleaners alla that modern shit of need for smalltime unreality. Saint Ramona tracks in on homing laser beams from Daddy. Green eyes big open things shaded by halflids rimmed thick black lines echo of the strands surrounding skin like a holiday marked in fire n any human calendar, texture from wet glass to powdered silk the range limited by fear of unbroken imagination this hallucination come to three mensions four feet away and closing slightly like the undertow no lifeguards can salvage a chance from such a thing focus on another color ca cola red invitation implies the tongue beyond, the designer left few details to subcontractors. Saint Ramona on judgement day. Comes here like a bird perfect pure intent unholy proximity ninety thousand volts on contact a spark that can be seen as the cashier puzzles why the register cease to function electromagnetic jamming ten block radius the one that got away got back and no opportunity for reverse at this time. Hear the bottom of the ocean kill my mind suffocating maelstrom of pure noise powerful enough to even drown out the soundtrack blast background harmonics in that store cannot remember why entered no purchase made from fertile ground of confusion. No vision ave the closed circuit eye to eye. A scent wedges through airway blocked y the pounding of arteries close to breaking and it is incense snap visual change for a single frame blurred cardinal swings the censer sprinkle drops of blood then return to her eyes grinning synapse phase shift whitehot copper wire trips down her spine and a new plan different rom purchase of top ten product emerges from seared neurons. Saint Ramona revelation. Inhuman and perfect because. Generated by cursed skill finely honed over the midnights. Experienced at this time from decade of exposure to the walking world come back like a boomerang with a slight molecular film of the blood of the target as a finish coat. One picture never burned lives under the pile yellowed crackling edged with blue sparks no oubt back at the ranch, associative device sonar beacon of unspeakable lust the only method left after the warrantee runs out all systems nonfunction due to the extreme levels of monstrous fear, she is not one of these so is exempt from such monotonous concerns, my child of parthenogenesis and the proof of the concept. Already know her naked or boots thigh high stockings garterbelt black leather pressing tits gloves past elbows, novel in fact to see her in such unremarkable streetwear jeans sweater fifty seven degrees outside autumn evening she dresses like people untouched the only outward giveaway big simple silver hoops bounce under her ears. Silver bracelets ring the cathedral chimes subaudible to humans. Saint Ramona shining holy and unadorned. Her hands feel like warm polished aluminum but made of something else yet better flesh from dreamneed built custom for this treatment. The background shifts things move like in the cartoons the walls behind the runner pulsate on reels scrolling away but of course it is us in heaven Saint Ramona on a glass wing... ears ago ashes to ashes returndlessin Date: Monday, September 14, 1992 10:47am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 235528 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Seventy Five Hundred Degrees... One day telephone rings again like then and still sleeping but the noise it penetrates sometimes no matter how gone the subject is at the time of annoyance, I reach out from under the covers with one crabclaw of semihuman semiconscious flesh and bone get that offender drag it back under into the warm space in the dark and say: IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND PROCEED! real loud screamed the phrase hard enough to initiate a coughing spasm chunks of devolved lung tissue projecting through my most intimate environment. It is apparently a woman calling me the vocal tone clues gathered despite certain mental handicaps operative at the time. She said: Good afternoon. May I speak to Jennifer DiBruzzato? to which in no uncertain terms I responded quite to the point I think and really not much of a diversion from the subject at hand I had introduced upon greeting this customer: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO ASK? She seems to want to keep her personal obscurity for as long as humanly possible but really now one must operate by my rules when in my bed even if only there as a representative of ones personal self like the whirring insect chitter messages I realize "telephone calls" actually are. Certain things only I am informed of, the nature of communications and secret teeth hidden deep inside. The mystery woman responds thus: Sir, this is a call for Ms DiBruzzato, I really think... The bloodgorged pubic louse who has always intervened in my higher mental functions since birth takes over responses at this time as Central no longer will stand for such horrifying insubordination must inform the invader of certain things possible and true: YOU WANNA MUFFDIVE JENNY YOU ARE IN THE WRONG TIMEZONE SLUT AND WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU ANYWAY ANSWER THE QUESTION OR I'LL JAM A PALLET OF CANDYCANES UP AND THROUGH YOUR CUNT AND ABDOMINAL WALL JUST TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU! There is a silence on the offensive end of the hateful device that has shattered my reptile sleep and so glad really these bitches call me make the thing explode with bloodcurdling sounds shatter inchthick cast iron and my precious ears only a thousandth of an inch or so, crabclaw of strange flesh moves on silent rails to eject the handpiece until a tinny cough "ahem" is broadcast and this one has real staying power don't she the bitch: Sir, I hope you realize that this conversation is being recorded. Now, May I speak to Ms DiBruzzato or shall I put my supervisor on the line? Like a fish on the hook squirming with horrible sexual attraction they got no dick some other thing I guess but I am getting a hardon already from this one I bet she's all shiny with bacon fat and open blisters just like I like 'em not like I like 'em much really you unnastan: WHAT'S YER NAME, CUNT? KANDI? DEEDEE? MAY BE IT'S "GITCHASSOVAHEAHCUNT"! TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN COME RIGHT OVER HERE WITH YER TAPE RECORDER AND SUCK MY DICK FOR YOUR SIFFED MOTHERS CUNT RECORDINGS SUPERVISOR GOT MAGGOTS IN HER TITS THEY SQUIRM IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON I SEEN 'EM DANCE IN THE RAIN ON LONGWOOD AVENUE! There is something like a silence for a few beats and I stuff back some of the precious oxygen gathering machinery I lost to my new lovers pleasant synthetic voice while jerking off with the other hand. She must e sooo hot: Sir, I have your adress here and I am contacting the police. I think you are deeply troubled and in need of help. OOOH YEAH I DO NEED SOME HELP IT'S SO FUCKING BIG SEND THEM BLUES OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY PRONTO TAKES AT LEAST THREE SETS OF HANDS TO GIVE ME THE KIND OF HANDJOB I NEED WHEN SOME DIMWIT WHORE FROM IOWA WAKES ME UP WANTS TO EAT OUT MY AHEM LIFE PARTNER DON'T FORGET YOU GOTTA COME TOO Y STERLING OFFER STANDS YOU CAN CATCH THE LOAD IN TEETH FACE HAIR GUMS TITS AND BELLYHAIRS IF YOU MEAN BUSINESS BUT IF YOU DON'T MEAN IT I JUST WANNA KNOW IF YOU SHAVE YOUR CUNT Clicking buzz of insect voices frames the silence guess she just had no class a tall some nasty nosy bitch from hell or worse some vast white room subdivided into cubicles each containing a phone and a directory they want me to inform on my associates even after death and I got lines of demarcation must follow proper behaviour patterns until death do us part amen floating back to the big blue room vortex gate passed no sounds from the world chittering plastic invader lies snotsmeared and cumshot in ashes on my bedroom floor... Date: Monday, September 14, 1992 10:49am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 235529 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Evening At Home, Slippers and Neurotoxin... Sitting at the moldy device at Central listening nay selfabusing via cerebral direct infusion of New Rose max volume but no one can hear no lucky dogs in this tiny macrocosm tonight nah. The very jelly of brain vibrates if method done proper. New tattoo done again tonight all black you shoulda licked the bloodrag it was quite full solid black you know makes for a certain amount of damage how you say. Also generates cash money untraceable by the revenooers thank god for those little greenbacked chits less valuable these days than when I was young but jeeziz a timeline like that is something not to be attempted by humans. Used to be a dollar bought a fuck or a steak dinner but these days just a short can of beer or a roll of paper towels to absorb the DNA chains generated by certain moves. Back to the hole to vibrate. Drink eighteen dollars of beer in 1992 money terms. This dispatch was scribed tapped whatever mutandis mutatis while the esteemed outlet was down with unknown illness mysterious in pure nature. Put in the public view at some uncertain point in the clouds of future time unknown bet like yeah sure tell me about it right. Like wishes hopes dreams holy pure things never told except to monster cunts lying vomitous bitches took my mind like a lamb to the slaughter and I went with the program like trust little chips of glass mixed with the salt in the wounds, not a good mood right now perhaps but so much venom and relatively few victims of therapeutic leverage since the time treatment began for real last january. I let her in on everything everything nothing hide no walls and what does she do she takes me by the short neurons and pulls and applies heat lies lies lies tells me things chinese mathematicians could fuck with for millenia I see small good inside go another day believe me I got a shotgun here ten inches from the Input Chair and I am safe cuz I already ted the savor myself I am not going anywhere inaccessible but if that cunt was anywhere I or other humans could apprehend I would very much enjoy the splatter and the sound the cunt whimper one last time gurgling gblood out her goddamn liehole. On to better things but they too are invisible. Feel along the dark walls a wetter spot maybe some kinda clue no help from the dispatcher of rse cause no calls the radio only knows what it has been told it has no sentience nor intelligence independent I have a flawed radar and certain rared device but the screen tells me falsehoods I know they are so often nore certain things presented as fact. Walk the streets not the same as when lost years past rain and howls where I enumerated alla these past histories no not today now I am socially conscious and type its so much quieter and keeps the clothing from heedless damp as well. I have two friends I reserve certain words they are special that way I evade having excessively qualify certain terms Best Worst So So etc. This one from thirteen years jesus longer than almost everything else he told me he is ing to sell his shit take the cash whatever it ends up being hop a bus go north and I said then what will you do he replied: I will drink. That is no plan as even I know but then again I got a real job that pays well and no debt just certain problems claw eternal or so it seems, e was just going to go up there and die and what else is left to me as action but to tell him that I am empowered by the sacred laws of the state of new york to handcuff him and restrain him and transport him no matter what kinda screams he puts up to a mental hospital because he is a clear and present danger to himself and you need not ask the pt if same desires transport once you determine selfdestruction. It is called Implied Consent and it is not what one wants to do even to a stranger because they howl and really do not want to get with the program at all and just imagine what a friend longer than half the life would imagine upon restraint and the advent of the ward at Bellevue on the cuffs of the only known soul only to be left there after legal papers signed really sounds like a burn sure but the fucker would still be alive and even when its all shit that is the only thing that counts. I know the taste so I know the far side of the math involved. Forgive me the tangent I got carried away there where IS the dreamgirl where is my tiny spinewalker as yet never met by this agent, where indeed this fine mystery this unknown thing shines in the dark never to be apprehended held in calloused inky fingers of possible revenge? Smart, she stays distant for her own good. This one does not exist but in cherished theory and yellowed paper level the bookpile with n a humid day, not in this world of things and palpability... Date: Friday, September 18, 1992 10:24am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 236517 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Household Sex Hints From Helloise... (1 reply) I hope it works, I have no idea how to turn off ansi >:/ Bear with me as I said before.. it is my own creation, and hope you like it :) /Sick #67749 16-SEP-92 13:26 From: Brandie To: ** ALL ** Re: Sulfuric acid and you.. (1 reply) (N)ext, (P)revious, follow (T)hread, or (R)ead this message? Okay try this boys and girls.. Husband or wifey giving you a problem lately? Well you can get rid of those nasty annoyances with a sulfuric acid bath! Yes for 49.95 I will send YOU a kit that will make ur lives much easier to bear. 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Well.. with a washcloth and some S.A., you can erase his endowments completely.. sure they will scream, but they will love you more for putting an end to thier infidelity :) Yes so call now 1-900- 22 - SULFUR and reserve your box now.. or send check or money order to: Suluric Industries 1 way out Incorporations Ltd. 1234 Make my day Blvd. Oh my god Oklahoma 98765 ACT NOW AND YOU GET A CHICKEN/TURKEY BASTER FREE WITH YOUR ORDER.. (R)eply, (E)mail reply, (S)IG-Op, (T)hread, (P)revious, or (N)ext? Date: Tuesday, September 22, 1992 10:25am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 237280 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: You picked a fight (2 replies) Friday night I hacked ur body saturday attended parties Sunday came and I threw you in a grave.. You wanted me to commit I said "fuck u and ur shit" Then you thrusted me, so I took out my blade.. I was standing in the bathroom when I saw you creeping up and then you pulled the blade out of my razor fast.. I tried to take it from you and you looked so distraught and disturbed I thought you were going to kill me..DEAD! You picked a fight.. now ur pushing daisies! And it was the death of me that u were looking for! I cancelled ur life! Even God can't save ya You picked a fight is all I know you picked a fight.. Yeah... remember that seductive stare that made u cum all over ur chair and you ripped off all ur clothes in the rain! When I told u you would die You said I was telling lies The you said to me "god damn ur so mundane" Well I tried to make sweet love to you but you said "Whats the use in screwing?" I felt so cheap and used it hurt. Well I decided to take a drive and I didn't want you alive So i devised a plan for your death that night.. You picked this fight you drove me crazy.. So I hacked you up and now I'm happy ever more! Appologies...are not accepted You picked a fight I'll pick my nose you picked this fight! I know I know that you picked this fight I know I know that you picked this fight I know I know that you picked this fight Brandie Joyjoy To the tune of "you may be right" Billy Joel Date: Thursday, September 24, 1992 7:37am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 237483 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The strong and Tightening rope.. (2 replies) The strong and tightening rope stealing air - from ur brain Will take ur life away.. I'm waiting for the day.. It always leaves a trace of blood around a neck.. The Cuban Necktie woes.. that u dreamed have come true You made me do it babe... ur life will end today.. Why even bother pleading? I had enough of games! All the time , you bitch and moan and all the time, you cried all the time you called me names and all the times you lied.. they now have you strung up and you can't - get away Don't even start a flood. Crying forgiveness babe.. You left me no other choice YOU ARE DYING TODAY!! ****Orchestration**** The wild times that we shared were worth nothing - in ur brain you hurt my ego bad.. And had me crying for days.. Why did you fake the orgasms? THAT'S WHY I PUT YOU IN PAIN!! Heh,heh,heh,heh... "The Brandie" "Long and tightening rope" "PC Records" 1992 To the tune of "Long and winding road" The Beatles Date: Thursday, September 24, 1992 7:38am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 237484 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Let it Bleed! (2 replies) When I find a carass in a puddle something seems to come over me.. and look and think about it.."let it bleed" And in my times of worry I slit my wrist so I can see the many colors in dotforms let it bleed.. Let it bleed..let it bleed..let it bleed..let it bleed. There has to be a way to...Let it bleed When I hear music pounding and busts my eardrums simply.. I rush into a frenzy - let it bleed If there is no one around me.. I just pick my nose so I can see... all the bloody bogars..let it bleed! Let it bleed let it bleed..let it bleed..let it bleed I don't need a doctor..let it bleed.. And when I bleed perfusely THERE AIN'T NO EMT TO RESCUE ME! I sit back and ponder -- let it bleed.. Let it bleed ..let it bleed..let it bleed let it bleed.. Rip out my intestines..let it bleed! " The Brandie" 1992 "PC Records" Date: Friday, September 25, 1992 2:02pm Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 237792 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: PRACJOKE.ZIP - Finally a file tasteless enough. File: PRACJOKE.ZIP (2 replies) This is a depressing compilation of descriptions of practical jokes, posted in the "bad taste" news group of the Usenet set of topic areas from the Internet. They have a campus focus, apparently. Date: Sunday, September 27, 1992 10:47pm Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 238114 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: TASTELES.S information from Chh of divine Tastel File: TASTELES.S (1 reply) This is a file from the Usenet explaining the "ins and outs" of the news group "ALT.TASTELESS" Date: Wednesday, September 30, 1992 7:57pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 238573 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Gimme the Morning Ride... Night on the train at least you think its night some percieve the time as early afternoon at 2am, people like me who live on the other side of the calendar. Eyes peeled raw from cold winds outside the thin steel shell, water temporarily obscures the vision apparent. Never gonna get it never gonna get it no. She gradually becomes sharp edged, thin sheen of skin under the fluorescents, she would be pale in standard sunlight, just a shade more cyanotic at lips hidden deep within protective coating of black lipstick matched her clothing perfectly she apparently knew how to dress but not how to ride the train down the shank of the evening. A malodorous heap of clothing and garbage bags occupying a corner seat swayed gently with the twists and lunges of the car, the VD Laser Surgery ads winked silent approval, my sweet love drooled but was still breathing with a loud wet snore. The last paperclad bottle of schnapps slid almost to the edge of her seat as the train screamed to a halt one stop out of the high rent district fourty feet deep in sewers and buried telephone lines. No sound but the persistent ring in my ears I hang apelike from steel loops body bent forwards better to study aspects of love, her gradual settle to recumbence, the slight odor of ethanol even at this distance, clotted black and silver glitter nails, the bluegray corona of subdermal ink graces exposure in her cleavage, conspiratorial winking pager clipped to the kidney belt on her almost new motorcycle jacket. Identical cigaret people each end of this mobile environment leer in anatomically impossible grins implying a level of pleasure I cannot apprehend from the mucous level of joy I occupy in this life. She droops ward as we round a steel curve her face blind warm nuzzling my erection so friendly like she was aware of anything at all at this time. Heart skips a beat been some time since mutual lust the likes of this small and perfect scene, she does not retract and maybe this is true love after all. Don't waste your time... careworn mental circuits filled with ular musical culture details drown out external noises. Left hand reaches down snaggled black hair massage her scalp press her against me leave a thin shining trail across the crotch of my pants. Cold yellow fingers in cool blueblack shine, abstract patterns form and dissolve with the flitting tunnel lights. Pull her back slackjawed what a lovely face with all the black shit smeared from lips eyes over such pale flesh chiaroscuro of unknown masters peel back an eyelid and the pupils are pale and green and centered with pinpoints of deepest ebony rolled upwards almost like she looks up to me adoring and this is the final thing I can really stand as lite as I am leave hold of the strap above tear at that goddamn line of buttons free the horrible thing it springs forth like history never never never never gonna get it slight overbite to deftly avoid she has no gag reflex left from whatever got her here in the first place much warmer inside her mouth than the surface of her skin or the still heaving air enclosed in the subway car shower of sparks as we roll through a series of bad rails the lights go out a moment and we are lit by erratic flash like epilepsy so fine her hair shining black as if oil pull her closer count the adenoids so fine. Slide out mash it against a smeared cheek tangle in hair hoop earring most a snag there loud metallic noise pretends to announce 135 street last chance for the number 3 train to lenox fuck all that and her tits too slide her back get in between trail precum deep in unresponsive cleavage pressure marks from my dead fingers whiten and are slow to redden, cool bluish tits erect freezing nipples almost black like hard candy against the knob pulsing her head lain back eyes relaxed halfopen still looking up trying to see inside herself maybe the first time chance a guess who will remember this evening this event not recorded in y journal of record thick feeling rises from my spine time is short now a choice must be made what to baptize rip black leather mini out of shape upwards outwise in speeding confusion seconds to go tangled dead fingers in black shiny bikini panties how do you get them away without the owners manual halfway apart the eyes witness cunthair and this removes the area from consideration instantly. Hair on cunt is the death f love and my new love must remain unsullied in my mind. She is imperfect and unsmooth find another area to bless don't waste your time... Her face like a halo lips parted eyes shining like marbles get it closer pull hair some falls across her features a slight obscuration but till so fine and she don't mind sudden pulse voids all sound sight narrows a thin beam her mouth refilled warm wet clinging device better than invention never never never never never never pull her all the way down in over her overbite occludes the artery involved one last lunge of orge before that silver release blinding blue light pump it deep inside first spurts ragged and no control recoil and involuntary nerve reaction pulls me away shot her in the nostrils spray her eyes open and blind grace that dream hair blue highlights strung with strange conditioner spasm pull her in again last hits smear cheeks to ears drips running down strung over silver hoops down to leather jacket roll to drip silent on pale cool tit as the inhuman metallic announcement 149 street Grand Concourse change for 5 and 4 up the stairs release my love's hair let her lay down and rest such a long evening she deserves the consideration and will not remember why I loved her when conscious may not even realize we met. I go in between the cars to light a smoke, impolite besides illegal to smoke in the car, ice wind whips blue smoke away after the next stop we are in real air outside in the howling moon, feel the late cum cold like gelatin against my closed belly life is good sometimes even I know that... Date: Wednesday, October 21, 1992 9:29am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 244571 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Secret entropy death rays from the Vatican (Reply to #243866, Reply to #243823, Reply to #242905, R*) (2 replies) Poor stupid bunny! I am ashamed to call myself a bunny now >:/ Blood dripping from each and every pore of its furry slit little body, going down the drains of the kitchen and bathroom, and mainly into the streams of the rivers therenear! What a misfortune to fall upon the stuider part of my bunnyhood.. He could have had a nice life but he chose to hop in ur direction.. I have no pity for stupid bunnies, blood all over the hands of the men that kill thier sorry asses, and eat them for a delicacy they have never dreamed possible in the short span of what they call a human life.. taking the life of all the bunnies in the world just to feed thier young and don't even think about the youngins the bunnies have and just fuck the bunnies in thier little limp assholes for the sheer punishment and torture of being bunnies. I tell you.. if there were ever a smarter bunny than i let him/her step forward, I would like to shake its furry severed paw from the grave and carry it aroiund like a gfood luck charm..it wasn't much help for the pathetic bunnies ass who lost it, but you see I am a bunny on a mission, and there is no fucking me and sliting my throat! No fucking way am I going to fall into that bunny trap.. It was worth the time it took to achieve this bunny status i have to my name as we speak.... The LIVE Millitant Bunny! Date: Sunday, November 8, 1992 1:57am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 251826 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Secret entropy death rays from the Vatican (Reply to #251591, Reply to #251333, Reply to #250997, R*) (1 reply) We are an opinionated people, my surname-sakes and I. One of us is the Cardinal of the aArchdiocese of Eboracon Novum; the other rips up Papalpix on live television. And a third is on the Supreme Court, handing down opinions all day. Dis the vatican all you want, S. O'C, because J. O'C is right there to defend it, and S. D. O'C will tell you whether or not it's unconstitutional. Step into that long processional, Step into that small confessional. Then that guy who's got religion'll tell you if your sin's original. Go through all that again, Feel like a rat again, Doin' the Vatican RAAAA-A-A-AG! --Tom Lehr Date: Tuesday, November 10, 1992 7:03pm Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 253617 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Long Term Exposure (2 replies) MICHIGAN MAN FACES LIFE TERM FOR DROPPING PANTS IN FRONT OF TWO ELDERLY WOMEN ROCHESTER HILLS, MI (NOV. 6) UPI - A man accused of dropping his pants to expose himself to two elderly women last month could be sent to prison for life. James Eichelberg, 33, of Rochester Hills, was charged under a seldom- enforced state felony law that carries Michigan's maximum penalty. The law addresses what is called indecent exposure by a sexually delinquent person. The usual misdemeanor charge of indecent exposure carries a sentence of up to one year in prison. ''It may sound severe, but we've asked a high bond and the maximum penalty for him because we feel he poses a serious threat to society,'' said Capt. Gerard Carlin of the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. Carlin said both women, in their 70s, have received veiled threats from Eichelberg and one of his relatives since they came forward and reported his behavior. Eichelberg also fits the description of a man who has exposed himself to several others in the community, he said. Eichelberg was arrested Wednesday after the women told police he exposed himself to them Oct. 19 and invited them into his yard to perform sexual acts. He was jailed under $50,000 bond to await another court hearing Nov. 12. Date: Sunday, November 15, 1992 2:33am Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 256159 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Tell it to Elizabeth Regina Imperatrix (2 replies) I meant Elizabeth Regina (ER the whitebread maven of rockiest NW Europe) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The following was posted via Internet from the UK Not my authorship ------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: alt.tasteless Subject: ** SPIDER SANDWICH ** Date: Fri, 13 Nov 92 20:39:08 GMT Tasteless news from England... "MY STEPDAD FORCED ME TO EAT SPIDER SARNIES A boy told a court yesterday his stepfather made him eat spider sandwiches for refusing to call him dad. The evil parent also took spiders from a wall, forcing them into the screaming 11-year-old's mouth, the court heard. The boy, now aged 16, added: "He would turn music up to stop anyone hearing. I tried to spit the spiders out but he wrapped insulating tape round my mouth to stop me." ... The parents used to hide cheese - to which he was allergic - in his meals, then laugh when he rushed from the table to be sick. His mother would blow smoke under his room door and pretend the house was on fire, the court heard. Both boys became so frightened they were incontinent and had to wear nappies [diapers]. The daughter, now aged 13, claimed the couple stood laughing after forcing her to scrub her brothers' private parts with a brush as they stood naked in an empty bath. The stepfather, 35, denies 24 cruelty charges and two of causing actual bodily harm. The children's mother, also 35, denies 20 cruelty offences. The trial continues." - The Sun Nov 13th 1992. ------------------------------------------------------ End of perversity. Date: Sunday, November 15, 1992 2:38am Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 256161 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Nick the Pervert - "Lets Be Tolerant" (2 replies) Internet posting; not my authorship ---------------------------------------------------------------------- From soc.feminism Subject: News: Boy Wants to Wear Dress To School Date: 11 Nov 92 19:45:02 GMT The author of the article at the Atlanta Constitution was contacted. They said that the article may be replicated provided the "by line" (author's name) is left intact. With that we may replicate and distribute copies of the article. Article from The Atlanta Journal & The Atlanta Constitution of Saturday, Oct. 10, 1992 page B1 Teenage missing school because he's not allowed to dress as a girl By Pat Burson STAFF WRITER A Tri-Cities High School senior is fighting for his choice "to be a girl" has remained away from school for nearly three weeks because of an impasse with Fulton County school officials, who have ruled that he cannot come to school anymore dressed as a girl. Principal Hershel Robinson recently informed Nicholas Ricks, 17, who has been cross-dressing since last spring and considers himself a pre- operative transsexual, that he "would have to dress appropriately until the medical and legal documentation came in to state he was a girl." Dr. Hershel Robinson said provisions have been made for Nicholas to use restrooms in the administrative suite and to use the coaches' office to change if he takes physical education. However, the principal said, the student will be allowed to dress as a female only if he has the medical and legal documentation. Meanwhile, Nicholas's mother, Kathleen Baber, is irate with Dr. Robinson and other school officials for not responding to her pleas for help last spring, when she first discovered her son was dressing as a girl at school. She is still distraught. "It's like watching your son die, and nobody will help you," she said, crying. Nicholas says he wants the freedom to express himself as a female, especially now that he is undergoing hormone therapy, altering his physique and voice. "I feel just like a girl," he said during an interview Friday at his family's home. "If I'm not going to be a boy for my mom, I'm not going to be a boy for anybody else, and I'm sure not going to be a boy for the public school system." He considers himself a transsexual because he "psychologically identifies with opposite sex," he explained, citing the definition in a dictionary. "That's me. I'm making that choice," he said. "Right now, I'm a boy. I'm choosing to be a girl." Nicholas said he started altering his appearance last spring, occasionally coming to school in makeup and feminine attire. "I dress like the dress code is in the book for the girls," he said. He said the school's dress code should be rewritten. "I want them to say a boy can wear a dress," he said. "I want something to be done for other students like me," he said, suggesting that other students are hiding their sexual identities. Nicholas now uses a female name and a new surname, but asked that this new identity not be disclosed. He said that he plans to have a sex- -change operation in a few years. Ms. Baber acknowledges that part of her anger at the school is from frustration over her son's behavior. "I want to beat them up for not helping me, [but] I know it's not their fault." School officials and Nicholas say they have discussed the possibility of the his going to an alternative school in the district for students that have difficulty in traditional school settings. But Ms. Baber, whose permission is required for such a transfer, is worried about what might happen there, and said she wants reassurance from school officials. School spokeswomen Elizabeth Ackerman said this case is unique, but a sign of the times. "I think it's the beginning of what we will see more of in schools." Dallas Denny, with the Atlanta-based American Educational Gender Information Service Inc. (AEGIS), a national information publisher and referral service, suggested that the family seek counseling and include school officials so that a compromise might be struck. Intentionally using the feminine pronoun, Ms. Denny said of Nicholas, "She's entitled to an education, and she shouldn't have to be a boy to get it." Local lawyers say the U.S. Supreme Court has ruled that students do not have unlimited rights in public schools. "I think it is a hard case," said Georgia State University law professor Stephen Wermiel. "I think the courts that have the best argument are those that say the burden is on school officials to demonstrate that their codes are reasonable. In this case, if they are willing to accommodate some of the student's privacy interests, it doesn't make sense to me to prohibit him from dressing as he pleases within the dress code limits." Michael Huptman, past president of the Georgia chapter of the American Civil Liberties Union, said, "He can probably get something from his physician that he is going thought the process and add that at this point in time, except for the surgical procedure, he is female. Then I think the school will have a hard time saying he can't dress as a woman, especially if the physician says it's best for his mental and physical health." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- End of internet posting transcription. Date: Sunday, May 3, 1992 7:18am Forum: Sikfux From: Scythe Msg#: 258293 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Complete the following: (Copy by Sysop, Reply to #102900) (3 replies) Being on After Hours is more fun than leaving work early by lying to the boss. Only to pay a visit to his wife and two adolescent daughters. To tie that fat bitch up and have her watch as you have her daughters suck you off alternately and making them swallow every single drop of your cum. Then bending them over and ramming yourself into their virginal pussies, making them bleed and bleed and bleed all over the expensive, easily stained carpet. And then once done reaming their anuses in the same fashion, and finishing things by making them lick the blood off and then forcing them to perform lesbian sex acts on their mother's stink, cheesey pussy that smells like old stale urine! Date: Friday, November 27, 1992 2:36am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 261809 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Count the Year (1 reply) So I went over there to visit and we talked, ate some things, it had been a while since. Long year and people who went away, grew or died, the list grows old long shadows late afternoon leaves blowing out there past the windows. It was good to see her again even though she thought she might have emphysema. I brought over my steth to listen to her breathe, she had no signs and in fact absent lung sounds upper left quadrant, remember the fear and the surgery twelve years ago when I thought she was going to die, but she did not and she always thought we lied to her about it, thought she really did have cancer, it was all an error, she had an infection but they only figured it out when they had half a lung out in the bright light of late afternoon, some people just have no clue no matter how long you keep them in school. Have a beer or three comfortable and slow with your mother in her apartment, she is overly concerned about the fate of the West, like anything ever lasts forever. She is the white woman who never got away, her husband dead too early to get the house in the outlands, left alive with a little kid who eventually became very tall and had recurrent facial hair, came back every so often to visit, this year there were real things to thank. Not just the fact of turkey, truth was there was no such bird to be had and glad of it, too fucking big for two people to and the family tiny and fragmented, all adults for some time, no small children ripping into whatever to be had, things turn out certain ways and the leaves on the sidewalk all wet, yellow under sodium light. Thanksgiving remember the dead and those missing. Call Neal and Steve, young dead men, thank them for being as long as they did, Neal rip the night sky every time open pipes pass the window rattling glass, doppler effect the sound increase in volume and pitchthen sudden shift down one octave as the night passes the unseen motorcycle, long lost never could imagine him getting old and he held me to my belief there, soon one year. Steve always strong and filled the room more alive and a real sharp bastard wit he had, not my brother but I don't have any anyway, carry his courtesy one last long stroll across the box from his natural brother pour him a shot out of the bottle roll it into the dirt, them all broken leaves fly on updraft from the electrical grate, they are here for one day only get them while you can. Who is not here and who would not be welcome anyway, who is that nasty ratass woke in a rage every day of her life mad at all things could not shake the upsetter, who never darkens my door after last january, who did me my favour and showed me some doors of my own, she was two people and I saw the change like when an onion grows stems in the refrigerator, slow but sure thin yellow vegetable fingers reach out and disappear, go far and be well but stay far well far no more you are not who you presented yourself as and the detriment is palpable, gone patty like last years snow, thanks given. Other people blow through the gate light as tissue, all themselves for the short time seen then gone, the flick of a shutter sees fast enough in retrospect, men and women, people on different roads but you can touch them being careful for the edge of the glass do not catch an incision. Nameless crowds some smile and others are occupied screwed eyes down tight thinking hard the question will be revealed, holiday night counting the change one more time, soon push another calendar off the table, more times run through the window too many deer fleet foot thin legs impossible to hold the weight if you consider the design, no one told the animal yet so it can still stand. We sat and talked, its a fine thing to spend a day with mom, count the change of one year, big year, some of the dead are more fortunate than some others but we are better off than some of the dead so it all works out. And we ate chicken drank a couple beers, coffee here and there, a small afternoon mostly talk, a good year for once. Hope was yours too, after all, it being a holiday time to get set for winter, leaves of one dead year yellow dust cloud ride the draft, back again in time for the black dirt of spring. Date: Saturday, November 28, 1992 2:58am Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 262242 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Midtown Madness with Mesopotamian Overtones (2 replies) TROUBLED 19-YEAR-OLD SON SUSPECTED IN GRIZZLY MURDER OF NEW YORK CITY JEWELER NEW YORK (NOV. 27) UPI - The psychologically troubled son of a wealthy Iranian jeweler was being questioned Friday in the decapitation slayings of his father, a cat and a bird in their apartment in Midtown Manhattan's Diamond District, police said. The head of Mahmoud Bayat, 57, and the head of a cat were found on a second-floor landing in the building the man shared with his 19-year-old son, Himad Raza Bayat, known as Anthony. The rest of Bayat's body was found in his 12th-floor apartment, and the younger Bayat was arrested hours later at a Greenwich Village hospital where he had gone seeking treatment for cuts to his hands. Residents of 55 W. 47th St., between Fifth and Sixth avenues, told investigators they heard the father and son arguing loudly around 4 a.m. Just after 8:30 a.m., a doorman saw the son get off the elevator carrying two bloody knives and a razor, which he then dropped on the doorman's desk, said Sgt. Andrew Cusack of the Manhattan Midtown North precinct. Bayat told the doorman ''something to the effect that it was self-defense,'' Cusack said. John Hill, chief of Manhattan detectives, said the son, who came from Iran in 1985, had a history of psychiatric problems, having been released from Bellevue Hospital in January 1991. Hill said the father's head and a cat's head were thrown through a bay window in the apartment and fell 12 stories onto a second-floor air-conditioning duct. Investigators said the father's middle fingers and left testicle, the cat's paws, the head of a small pet bird and the heads of five statues in the apartment all were cut off, Hill said. Numerous knives were found in the apartment, the largest being a 2- foot machete, but it had not been immediately determined whether the weapons had been used in the incident. Hill said the suspect also tore apart the apartment and shaved his head before leaving. Investigators had no motive in the slaying, and it was not immediately known what the father and son had argued about. ''He's spinning some kind of tale,'' Hill said of the younger Bayat. The chief added that charges against Bayat were pending a review by the district attorney, who could criminally charge the suspect or order him hospitalized for psychiatric observation. The elder Bayat was from Iran, but it was not immediately known when he came to the United State. He worked on the National Jewelry Exchange as the owner of the Orozar jewelry company, located down the street from his apartment. His building houses residents and businesses and is located in Manhattan's Diamond District, an area where many of the city's jewelry merchants operate. Date: Thursday, December 24, 1992 8:44am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 277256 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Merry X From Central... (2 replies) It came upon a midnight clear sky red arterial hue dampness in the air, stockings hung from the windowsill, cool to the touch just silk really. Jack frost nipping at the hindquarters of rabid mongrels, some days you cannot even buy a thrill, the stores are all closed and they do not carry the item desired. The black van from Jacobi, mistletoe duct taped over the back door, halfseen fingerprints reflect like old grease near the handles, worn chrome. Wails in the night on the way to another home this time. Halleck Street Prostitutes cower near the skell fire, little wooden shanty jerrybuilt of old skids, little Nellzie shivers junksick like a baby inside, semitrailers loaded with the last useful poinsettias crash through ten gears down to make the turn in not taking out the toll plaza, chestnuts roasting on an open fire but not for long. Nat King Cole under fifteen thousand feet of the long green Atlantic. God rest ye merry. Its Christmas time in the city and tuberculosis burns down the town, leering with bloody cough, gimme a dollar, I am a veteran, I do not rob or steal. Steel rail beckon into uncontrollable sweet evening shade, cacaphony drilled into the mind of the beholder background level intolerable. Santa Claus on the nod beard string loosened and to the side, drool subtle emanation onto the red coat cover a wad of old jeans no money for a real pillow to stuff the uniform to regulation mass. That ner seat gray fiberglass with black gum stuck to it like love in the ancient style of perception, primitive traditions do not die off so much y mutate into odd novel manifestations. Sweet gleam in the child's eye better than sugar, this is who the season is built for by skilled hands toiling in the galley, subterranean en said many times many ways the headline of tomorrows paper expresses it succinctly: JESUS PUSHED TO TRACKS - DIES INSTANTLY. Pictures on pages four through seven, also see the editorial which screams a killed seagull of futile venom directed at the rustiest pillars of western civilization, silver bells, deep in the inner ear, they never stop. en crew the tunnels, not even enough left inside to make for credible stubble in the more advanced cases. God rest ye merry, gentlemen, the bombing starts in five minutes. It does not matter who is in charge: See e the errant round that neither of them can see. See the new hole, see the camcorder Xmas gift freshly unwrapped and used to capture the moment. See in wide angle and it is a kaleidoscope of endless Hindenburgs spiraling into the mooring tower radio announcer voiceover breaks tears howling in reflected pain, see the flames. Feel the vibration. Smell the byproducts of combustion. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Magi look to the east from visceral knowledge, see a bright star and follow it to a dumpster where Abu Nidal has deposited the product of unwanted conception with no need to fear any laws regarding parental consent or waiting period. Three wise men peer beneath the rusty steel lid with oil lanterns from two thousand years ago and find both mother and child: the father is at the store getting another forty and missed this encounter. Wise men shun these times, fold themselves back into two fty million empty bottles, all things expired, false hopes ride the Lusitania to Tomorrowland, hear the low moan of foghorns salute this fine vessel, all hands on deck swilling fine champagne dancing with the first class passengers, cornets wail fine high tones at midnight, silver ls. Nine million people alive in dense arrangement, forever doomed to maintain four cubic feet of impenetrable mental concrete between themselves and even those they pretend to love. Good King Wenceslas waiting on line for charity plate of turkey product, shivering under eight layers of other people's clothing. All the women have left town for greener pastures and the men rarely even bother with each other anymore. Or the dogs. Santa Claus is coming to town. He is arrested upon laning at La Guardia. The full moon reflected through murky water from the eyes of the children of the Andrea Doria, briefly shadowed by U Boat silent running loaded heavy. On a midnight clear. Date: Monday, December 28, 1992 2:05am Forum: Sikfux From: Synne Msg#: 279073 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Possession (Copy by Lythande) (5 replies) Oh mighty warrior, my God of Lust Embrace me with your satin wings Tear my flesh My blood is your gift I surrender my pure body unto you Ravage me, I'm yours Clean my crimson offering with your forked tongue Mmmmm Deep within me... I feel your pulse quicken with mine Allow me to service you, M'Lord So cold... your iced wand tickles my inner flesh My body detaches from my mind My one thought is your pleasure Use my body as your toy Mmmmmm Creamy white fire burns me from within My meal thoroughly devoured Your spawn within me Your claws mauling my skin I beseech you, M'Lord I am yours -=*SYNNE*=- Date: Friday, December 25, 1992 10:42pm Forum: Sikfux From: Synne Msg#: 279075 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The Beast O'Lust (Copy by Lythande, Copy by Lythande) (5 replies) She kneels before her prey Weights him down with her body Licking ruby lips in devourous presence, she smiles The demon Herself is within her Her hands gracefully paint his skin Tracing his lips, tickling his neck, flowing down his chest, Caressing her stiffening toy, kneading his inner thighs and trailing down his legs She feels him She knows his fear Mounting her new friend... under the crimson moon, she rides the immaculate flesh beneath her Drawing him into her as deeply as she could - then deeper His moans and cries feed her She radiates more with his every scream "Die for me" she purrs... "Diiiie" One final synchronous gasp escapes their lips swollen with the blood of the gods She continues her motions until the breath beneath her is no more She lifts herself off the still body, kneels before him once again Licks his lips, spits in him and walks away with a smile Here's to equal rights. -=*SYNNE*=- Date: Saturday, January 2, 1993 5:02am Forum: Sikfux From: Synne Msg#: 281054 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The End Complete (1 reply) A child in the missionary Hungry footsteps elicit fear Waiting to feel the rosary around her frail neck A cry, inaudible yet deafening Trembling fingers pass through a flame The pain a reminder of her breath Holy water mixed with blood Inspiralled liquid of death Taste the fear little girl Feel your flesh shiver off your bone Around you there is sunshine, within you only darkness Reach for no one lest you be betrayed Call his name! Satan, Lucifer, Balial! Feel his life running through your vein Like a father lusting his daughter Paws of death scratch her skin He fingers her soul... "Praise the Beast in all His glory - reach out unto me and possess my heart - break me free from this pain. As blood spills from my eyes, my evil heart pounds with passion. The blade plunges in my heart and peace embraces my soul. (My life is now complete)" Hail Father -=*SYNNE*=- Date: Sunday, January 17, 1993 4:33pm Forum: Sikfux From: Princess Msg#: 289892 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Don't play unless you plan to buy Original Synne (Reply to #289695, Reply to #289341, Reply to #288798, R*) World is gone., empty plain of nothingness, void of reality, times clocks, mintues, seconds, breaths, blinks, fallen into a stream of emptiness, nonexistance.. Eyes, bright in the moonlight, all that can be felt, visual concepts turned physical, razor sharp in the mind, field of perception drastically altered in this state of insanity,torture, pleasing annulment of any attachment to life, smile reigns across face, granted a welcome divorce, thin scriptured affidavit small black type in weary palm.. sense of relief, bond torn.. to shreds, heartbreaks agglutinated once more, with the welding liquid fire of my liquids conglomerating irridescent flow with yours.. Slice of time, yes, three dimensional, razor cut, stabbed into heart of existance, chopped away, deemed ours.. Shuddering atop you, heated race horse, coat sheen radiating moist from the sheathe of sweat worn after a trying race on the beach, racing against time itself... skin glistens.. eyes fire breath coming in short spurts.. head tossing, to, fro, find something, anything, a focal point to save me from this inflicted pleasure ride which i hold on to for dear life.. omnipotent you rule me, pleasing my scences as unimaginable.. you hold my legs arms bound in your hands, much too big to look proper against my childlike appendages.. trapping me .. wont let me move, leave, shuddering, contractions shivers flowing thru me, u feel them, squeezing you, sucking u in gently deeper.. rememberances of my lips upon your sex.. small moan.. feel it shooting thru me.. mmmh shoots into you ..absorbing me.. waves, oceans strength currents contractions trembling shivering shaking moaning gasping...breath coming in short pant spurts, woman birthing her firstborn, fighting for air.. neck arched, muscles tight, taut, tensed, unmovable, brick solid, shuddering beneath the skin, visibly about to rip right thru, unfelt, tightness adding to the essence of the intensity.. mmmmm white light seeping in from beneath half closed eyelids, no longer fixed focus.. wandering, darting..you.. the w wall, ceiling as i flip my head back, hair falling in a chestnut mane, dripping liquidly to your thighs as i bed backwards crescently.. edges tickling your legs in the most obscene of ways..breasts pointing arrows straight towards you.. eyeless staring accusingly.. want to push your hands into me w ant to erase alter cut the bounds of flesh and blood and push them as hard as forcefully as i can muster into me feel no pain, pressure lingering, mashing you into my being if i push hard enough maybe just maybe we will join, bonded, flesh oozing into flesh little purple bruises appearing, blue tinted fingerprints where i grind your hand into me cutting off blood flow healthy with essential oxygen.. pushing harder.. moving on top of you vertical slides, intaking every millimeter, feeling heat dispersed.. moving on you.. once more.. down... beginning nuclear contraction, waves phosporescent white creamy pleasure spill..shocking, breath stopping for now.w ..nothing but this.. mmmm nails ripping thru skin... moan.. yes..yessssssss Date: Monday, January 18, 1993 4:23pm Forum: Sikfux From: Princess Msg#: 290569 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: natural musk heightened by the dead flesh (Reply to #290457, Reply to #290258, Fw by Lythande, Rep*) MMMM. Looking up, chill of night air surrounding, or maybe its daylight, who can tell, all sense of time and space shot bullet speed into oblivion.. standing, on steps maybe. of a house, yours, mine, anonymous.. and i feel your hands slide down the back of this cloth, tracing the stiched out line, chills sent up my spine.. releasing in a wave through the pure skin of my neck, down to my breasts, hardening them, diamond strength, could cut thru the unprinted glass shield belonging to your hands.. breath coming slightly faster now., the air blows, iam cold a little, u hold me to you a bit more, blocking the wind , equally as cold to you, but ur frame unfeeling, as u are too absorbed in other matters.. Slide open the trench a little more.. passers by.. u stop, little stamp in the flurry of impatience on my part.. uncaring who is to witness these goings on.. I stare at them, thru eyes aglaze with a fire of lust and need and want and desire and passion, smiling eyes, waiting .. knowing the combination of disgust and envy and fantasy and fear as they watch and pass on down the street, walking just a little slower' than planned, dropping pace, looking thru pockets, something has to be found right there where we stand and preen our feathers in a wild bird mating dance..e Your hand slips inside,.. unconsciously, automatically I reach out to feel your mouth on mine.. tastes vaguely like some sort of candy, too enveloped to tell for sure, but whatever it is i want more and more and more,.. sucking on your tounge as if a pacifier, but oh so much more gently .. Want to inhale you, breathe your breath. Eyes closed now, entwined in this kiss. Hands not forgotten but mentally put aside until they stray from their some what innocent haven anywhere, and move up my thigh.. targeted, aiming.. fingertips sensing heat.. moving slowly, excrutiatingly painfully ohg0dhelpme slow... mmmm... kiss deepens.. fingertips pick a spot to shelter... rubbing a bit at first, picking up some wetness.. small moans emittied from my end, then yours.. PAssers by getting a bit to eager to see whats real.. One man stands across the street watching.. fidgits.. I can see a familiar uncomfortable stance as he adjusts his erection in suited pants. Knowing he will return home, to a wife, or not, and masturbate does wonders.. Care not, though, go on, move on,.. continuing, .. fingers move down a bit, my legs part unrealized till after the de deed.. mmm fingers soughtinh gut a warm cavern in which to swim.. dark deep.. first a bit, moving, flurry of vibrations fill me, moisture drips down these digits.. till i grab your wrist with the free hand that is not wrapped in your hair, and dig my nails in and thrust upward, signaling u reach inward deeper..deeper. and faster.. fingers in a come hither motion inside rubbing against cotton candy walls.. mouth opens slightly, kiss is sloppy for a while there but salvaged as u open your eyes and stick your tongue deeper in my mouth, mimmicking the mirror actions down below, thrusting frenzied and heated.. Moan.. No longer thinking, knowing, doing, respiration shallow, little mouse noises almost, entering your ear as the kissing has stopped due to lack of ability on my behalf, my tounge now enraptured in your 3rd sense, hearing the tiny moans directly in it, and feeling the heated breath echoin within .. sending amazing pleasure to your spine as i move down to bite your neck gently, and harder as your fingers take on my ryhthm and speed faster than seemingly possible.. Date: Friday, January 22, 1993 4:46pm Forum: Sikfux From: Princess Msg#: 293953 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Cont.. (3 replies) exhale deeply in your ear as your fingers beckon me within.. still moving.. feel them exploding nuclear light heat atomic bombs bursting forth.. the wind blowing swirling howling around us.. the air beggining to darken, rain, maybe snow approaching.. still, all that warms my goosebumped flesh is this obscure murky deadhide coat dragging to the floor, belt just the right size to restrain me if you had to,but i put up no fight and u know uve won. .. those boots, matching, revealing no leg at all, short of the white curveof inner thigh inviting skin, and then a much more sacred region rising above.. hands, stimulation, felt inside to out were cold, now breathe the fire of my internal temperature.. begining to raindrizzle I think cold wetness enveloping everything small drops, cant help but notice, see the droplets roll down your arms especially the one extended, probing inside me like a telescope on a starry night.. the one im focused on as it churns away within, working completing tasks, determined, searching out its destination in maniacal movements.. wets the hair on your arms, smoothing it down to a finish, parallel lines of darkness, rows of wheat in a field .. my hair dripping down my back, sticking..with a quick turn of the head to brush it out of the way, makes a whipping sound, ends hitting u sharply .gloriously.... eyes gaze.. meet yours.. breath coming veryveryvery fast now, yours beginning to match from feeling the innerworkings of my body with the sensitivite nerves in your fingertips skin.. want to reach in me..deeply as you can ..grab your arm and push it forward more simultaneous moan.. inhale.. find urself waiting for the exhale, wondering if it will come, ever, time standing still, is she breathing?no ... ..respiration second seat to this one concentrated feeling.. grab your arm, jam it harder, riptear sear thru my skin, thru my being,just want to feel u inside..ohhhhhh...then finally.. it all gets too much, you feel your own throbbingyearning wanting waiting is too much, you push me gently enough but startlingly down on this concrete bed we've made, steps digging into my back, and spread my legs ..lie against me.. collective moan.. one as loud as the next..i unzip what covers you, feel your hardness cylendrically beating bearing a pulse, burning in my hand.. feel wetness thru undergarments, seeping subtlly thru the whiteness of the cotton..squeeze in my palm, draw straight lines tracing length with my fingertips..lightly, sending chills deep with in you plotting the fastest unmapped course to your brain and back to their origin.. pull the material down a little,mmmm feelthe heat first hand, feel it contract sharply, as it feels my first touch of the entire happening upon it skin on skin..flesh hot enough to burn a whole thru the hand that holds on to it.. rubbing a little up and down.. small feminine manicured fingertip dabbling in the wetness atop it.. i hear u moan, and it becomes intolerable torture teasing,.. it all happens too fast as i reach my other hand behind you, pushing down your back and thrusting you inside me before you even know what has occured.. long drawn wounded beast sounding moan i hear beginning way down inside your body.. the moan itself coming to a small climax as ur body adjusts to Date: Friday, January 22, 1993 5:00pm Forum: Sikfux From: Princess Msg#: 293959 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: cont2 (2 replies) this new found warm beating wet satin covering.. knowing finally, you look up at me, my eyes unfocused, tho I see you from afar.... both hands now pressed to your rear, pressing you into me at impossible depths, guiding your pace with my hands, pushing u faster and harder, as hard as my strength will allow.. legs up angled, wrapped around your waist to allow for the utmost of entries.. not having the burden of bones or bodies between us, just this one merge of sexes.. feel you slipping in and out in and out and thats all, nothing else, you supported by your arms on the step where i rest my head..thrown back slightly, not breathing more than once per hour it seems, until those times when the respirations come all too fast and everything is blackwhitelightdarkness and nothing is emittied except the most intense of tingling shooting rocket liquid flowing power releasing feeling.. Small breathy whisper of "oh, yessss" in your ear as i begin to come for you, you feeling the contractions of the walls upon your sex squeezing violently, makes u want to come to me simultaneoulsy.. each reverberation sucking drawing beseeching it out of wherein it lies, waiting, burning irridescent fluid jumping to release.. I, feeling each small wave like a small current, earthquake rattling, beginning from top to bottom, shuddering, moaning, i lose all track of any other sense, the previous pain of our stone mattress forgotten, lost in the array of vibrations heart beating too fast to focus, all i see is blood flow.. insane speeds of pulse.. veins exploding, swelling Then finally, the peak, and i feel you searing liquid mercury inside me, magnified to infinite heights, as the climax is simultaneous,endurance gone.. engorged, electricity 1000 volts flowing, exchanging, congestion coming to a spurting discharge of release into one hundred million years of pent up want. ...Afterwards, lay, breaths still uncaught.. your head on my bare stomach lips grazing my skin.. My hand wrapped in your hair, other flung aimlessly elsewhere.. Leather coat, taildragging in the mud tinted water.. hanging off the steps, still worn, but hanging wide open. Date: Monday, January 25, 1993 9:41am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 295476 To: Magnum44 *EXEMPT* Re: Santa claus, Satna Claws, Sanity clause same shit! (Reply to #295382, Reply to #295233, Reply to #293802, R*) (5 replies) MA>So wheres the hell is Santa here??? He is here, lying, bleeding, and being feasted upon in that corner over there. We have enough food from his dead carcass to feed all of samolia and still have food left for a couple more years babe. Don't you see him? No ? well let me demonstrate what we have done to his sorry dead ass. Dti and I killed him God knows how many times last year, and he came back. But this time he is seriously dead, and we are all partaking in the devouring of his flesh -- sort of like "Grokking" the fat bastard. He was not cooked, for this may destroy all the natural fibers and context of his inner fats. His dick was used as a nice soup bone, and I sucked the skin off it myself. Dti used all of his emt devices to skin the fucker, and we took his skeletal remains to the hospital for the docs in training to use in their classes.. After the fat ass bastard was skinned, we seperated the oarts so we can send it across the sea for those other starving bastards and we had plenty left over for a dinner party on New Years Eve! It was not easy to get the fucker and subdue his fat ass either. We had to really think faST, SO dTI MADE ME HOT, HORNY, WET, AND CREAMY AND THEN i FUCKED THE ASSHOLE TO DEATH! mRS. Claus, Claws, Clause -- was pissed due to the greatest loss in her life.. but I fucked her too and she shut the fuck up. Hmm.. We have been feasting ever since!. There is Santa Claus..EAT AND BE MERRY DAMMIT! Inventive Cook-Bunny Date: Monday, January 25, 1993 3:25pm Forum: Sikfux From: Princess Msg#: 295585 To: Brandie *EXEMPT* Re: Grammy died a year ago and I am pissed (Reply to #295467, Reply to #293803, Reply to #291670) (3 replies) they SAY that being a sleezy... wont get u anywhere in this so called 'life' but isnt it hard if thats ur attitude to change it to conform to others? bleh- people are too sensitive. they think ur a rag when u curse em out when they deserve it. bah. Sure is good to vent ur hostilities here cuz methinks if u went around peeling the skin of penii like banannas mayhaps it'd be abit more dangerous.. certainly more amusing, but more at risk of getting arrested... u know how those men are when it comes to their dicks, they all stick together. Try to shave one dick just innocently, making it nice and skinless, "just to teach [insert name here] that fucking ur best friend IS NOT gonna happen again and certainly shouldnt have happened in the first place" and what happens? the whole male race gets on ur ass, legs crossed and all. Fuck em, I say. Just beknown for next time, "castrate quietly", in a dark forest off the coast of some hick town where everyones fucking their uncle anyway.. there they live for this shit, and someone'll probably pay u huge amounts of money to purchase that cylendrical object u wear around ur neck like a prize... :) hugs, sweetz Date: Wednesday, January 27, 1993 9:15am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 296683 To: Princess *EXEMPT* Re: One more time (3 replies) Now for number 6 you may want to consult a doctor and make sure you want to go ahead with it. It will hurt like a son of a bitch but thats what he is and he did it to you.. This one is simple.. SLAM HIS DICK INTO THE DOOR JAM REPEATEDLY! It is a major turn on and he will love you for it. He will come back to you time and time again for more >:) Revel in the fact that you have te bastard under control.. kill him at will and have a nice life thereafter.. You are such a slut you can figure a WAY to get the fucker in your home ...Nuff said. Let me tell you something if it was my man I would never come online and complain I would all the forementioned things to him and then some - then I would find the bitch he dipped into and KILL HER TE HARD WAY -- SLOW AND PAINFULLY! So be very careful when you have girlfriends Prinhoe this is one reason I stay away from girls.. I don'T need to go to jail. I have too much riding on my life! Take my advice Its free, and I am not using it! Sadistic Bunny Date: Wednesday, January 27, 1993 5:10pm Forum: Sikfux From: Princess Msg#: 296798 To: Brandie *EXEMPT* Re: One more time (Reply to #296683) (3 replies) hahahahaahah yes!!! but for the record: this isnt "my man" and as i said, the fact that he screwed someone whom i was friends with since FIRST grade isnt my beef- my beef is that he prank calls my house at 3 am; threatens me; talks about me etc... and just generally makes my life a hellhavoc. I could care less what herpes toting bitch hes slamming- i havent had any caring for that matter in over a year- this is why ill never get close enough to him to do these things.. what i need is to live in some hick state where i can shove a shining machete into his groin and rip upward, making sure the blade is serrated so it rips unevenly, so even the coroner couldnt put him back together, of course, if he knew, which he wouldnt- cuz then id find this ex friend and feed him to her piece by bloody piece. And when I was done, Id say "oh, hey. remember that slime u screwed? Howd he taste? Hes in ur intestines now, may he burn a whole clean thru em, ya fucking cunt" Thisis what I need to do. All the rest Id have to touch him for, and the thought of such a thing sends me into violent shivers of nausea and quite frankly, id rather peel my skin off with a potato peeler and then sew it back on upside down, than touch his skanky ass again. IT is due to this son of a bitch that at this point i am NOT a hoe, cuz i cant seem to be attracted to the entire male species when i think of the shit he did.. none of which concern this other girl, but the way he fucked with me, mentally AND physically. Let me tell you, if i could see him sleeping,... Date: Saturday, January 30, 1993 12:19am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 298501 To: Brandie *EXEMPT* Re: Short Hare Lyric (Reply to #297304, Reply to #297011, Reply to #296651, R*) (3 replies) Bunny Borden took an axe And gave three people heart attacks. And when the job was nicely done She kissed, and hugged, and split someone. Bunny Borden, on a spree Came looking, bloodshot-eyed, for me. She grimaced as she swung the blade But knocked the gal behind her, daid. Bunny Borden grabbed her shiv And to me thought she would, it, give I grabbed it from her hand and, pissed, Pared her nails down to the wrist. She then went wide-eyed, looked and screamed. Her pussy woke up, swelled, and creamed. I looked at her but couldn't deduce Which spurted more, the blood, or juice? Bunny Borden, turned on fast, Went faint. I knew she might not last, So I heated up my frying pan Then cauterized her stumpy hand. Bunny Brandie, bleeding stanched, I slapped awake. She looked up, blanched, And asked if I'd do what I could. I said, "I'll make it hurt so-o-o good!" I'll bind your wrists from the ceiling hook Oops! One fell out -- See, I mistook, Forgetting, thinking with my gland, You previously threw in your hand. You'll be punished for this mistake A stiff wire brush I slowly take. Your pussy's fire you shall not slake As, roughly, up your thigh I rake The sharp old bristles. How they grind Out thin red smears. Yet not unkind, Because, before your mind goes numb, I'll give you one last, gushing come. Date: Wednesday, February 3, 1993 7:32pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kali Msg#: 301759 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Rebels Never Die... (3 replies) Rebels Never Die I listened to Led Zeppelin at the age of twelve knowing exactly what Robert Plant meant when he said "I'm gonna give you every inch of my love," wanting to know the feel of a cock all the way deep inside, shooting me full of hot lust. I remember being half-in love with the biker guys Claudia and I used to hang out with, loving the hot metal between their thighs, loving the iron horses and the purr of a warm engine against my crotch. I craved the long-haired boys with the skinny tight butts in worn-out Levi's, grease stains at the knees, working on their hot machines while I worked over in my mind just what it was like to have one of them working at me instead... And I loved rock n' roll. The louder, the better. The twisted, sick-looking boys in leather made me squirm in my seat just contemplating the cigarette-and-whiskey scent of them. I learned to slug back Jack Black like a pro and squeezed into spikeheel boots and jeans too tight to sit in. I chainsmoked 'Boros and always had a light for the boy of my dreams in his MC with the nasty-style smile, with the big black boots slapping time to Motorhead against my soul, with the dark don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me eyes... "Metal on metal, that's what I crave, the louder the better..." I blew out a good portion of my hearing sitting on the stage at the Metallica show in January '84, leaning against the PA forty sizes too large for a refurbished movie theater, blissful and dripping at the sight of so many goddamn leather skins and hogs parked out front. I drowned at the Iron Maiden show in '82, back before anyone gave a shit who they were, buried deep in a sea of biker jackets and long sweaty hair. The guy at the Anthrax show who tried to stick it up my ass and ripped my jeans open in the process gave me power I never knew I had. I spent my time in London wandering through the streets looking for the East End guy I almost lost it to in Dublin, wanting another chance. He was gone, spirited away into the black recesses of my mind. I wrote songs I couldn't sing and downed vodka because the beer was awful. The bluejean boys had me tied tight and I didn't want to fight it too hard. The boys in the bands started to come on to me, and I felt heaven, then hell. Nearly love, sometimes hate. Always, always lust and a long flickering flame from the Bic, as I dragged on yet another cigarette. Always lost in sensation. I longed for sins real and imagined, staring at the sun, inhaling deep on the joint I was passed, sucking hard on the bottle of Heineken's in my left hand, wondering. I sat in Danny's Buzzbomb late-model '70 Camaro, sharing a sixpack of Bud or two with him, Dead Kennedys or early Black Flag at full blast. I blew Jimmy's mind when he pushed me against the tree, Black Sabbath shrieking away, nothing but forest for miles, his hands all over me, his arms pinning me to receive what I wanted anyway. Boots and I spent hours lodged in lysergic creations of two-backed beasts only once... not enough for me. The radio blared in the background, and I made late night phone sex a hobby -- all my deejays had fun playing with the warped mind of a jailbait redhead, static and my own obsessiveness separating us. Half a life spent in pursuit of something I never found... the nasty boys in my past whirl in my mind and yet, still, I am unsatisfied. Kali Date: Thursday, February 4, 1993 8:16pm Forum: Sikfux From: Gorby Msg#: 302586 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Lover's Revenge (2 replies) Well, I have a confession to make. Especially about what I did last nite. Love can make you do crazy things. Even worse when the one you love has lied to you, plays you for a fool, and doesn't care how you feel at all. I got home after shaking so bad all the way on the train thinking how I've been lied to, thinking all the talking me and Brandie did to resolve our problems. It boiled down to being ignored and who was paying her attention. But I thought that was the past.. a bygone.. but I guess she had her mind set. So I saw the answering machine blinking.. it had to be.. and of course she wanted me to call her and left the number. Well, I wasn't satisfied. Here I am, letting someone into my life, my house and my heart.. and everything was stripped within a matter of hours. So I called the phone company and asked to verify "my" addess with the phone number Brandie left and then headed out to the Bronx to find her ass and give her a piece of my mind. When I finally got there through the goddamn rush hour traffic, (my mood sucked to begin with, this only made it so much better >:[ ) I rang the doorbell and a male answered. The brother let me in and I told him to leave us be for some privacy. He looked at me strangely, and I thought maybe I was frothing, but no. I found out why as soon as I searched through the house to the door he pointed me to as he left. I heard so much noise coming from behind the door. I never heard her scream so loud in her life. I mean, compared to being with me, she never screamed o much. So I cracked the door open a bit and all I could see was red. There she was wrapped up so tight with her so-called ex.. an old flame. The guy was embraced with her so much it was almost INHUMAN! Well.. I went to the kitchen and found the biggest chopping knife I could find that wasn't too large so I could handle it. I charged into the room like the Taurus I am and like a flag being waved in my face, I was overome with anger. I left the room, all I could feel was the pounding of my heart of what I just did, leaving her and that so-called man for dead. Luckily there was no one else in the house so I cleaned up real fast and searched for some other clothes and ran out of that neighborhood. It felt good to be back home. But my fury wasn't finished until I removed every last piece of memory that tied itself back to Brandie. So.. don't be played a fool. Cuz you think you give everything to somebody, and they only take advantage and ask for more. Date: Sunday, February 7, 1993 11:02pm Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 305187 To: Brandie *EXEMPT* Re: Swordfish Trombone! (Reply to #304841, Reply to #304021, Reply to #303408, R*) (3 replies) Grabbing your hands, hustling them behind your back (CLICK) go the cuffs, secure now, I heave a shoulder into your bellybutton, sling you over my back, fireman's carry to the kitchen. "You asked for it this time, bitch." Left arm holding you in place (don't wanna damage the food), right hand starting up the stove and putting the big skillet on. You've been fighting, but there's no way out. Now you begin to guess my spur-of-the-moment idea, and kick and scream louder, but it's gonna be louder yet, honey, because spankings and whippings don't come close to what you're gonna feel. Set you HARD on the countertop, pin your feet between my thighs so your kicks don't count, unbutton the jeans and pull them down as far as they go, then a crouch and HEAVE you back on the shoulder for easier access. Down come the pants and undies. A squirt of Pam on the pan, because I always make sure to lubricate my food with something that doesn't add lots of nasty calories. And finally it's your turn to take it, rabbit food, because you've been a bad bunny. Bad, bad bunny gets lowered over and onto the pan in the blink of an eye, and the sizzle begins at once, as with butter on a burning pan, radio turned on when the station is off air, steam train coming into the station. She can't even scream because the intake of air is so necessary, the pain so intense, the need for oxygen so great on her new teflon seat that it's gasp gasp gasp until she faints away, and falls off, bunny butt still crackling fresh, Mm-mmm GOOD smelling, never again able to release it's filthy contents until surgery opens the scar tissue. Face a rictus even in sleep, every line on every tooth plainly seen. I KICK the handle of the pan to crack it off your newly reformed ass. Date: Monday, February 8, 1993 11:26am Forum: Sikfux From: Brandie Msg#: 305480 To: Atha *EXEMPT* Re: Swordfish Trombone! (Reply to #305187, Reply to #304841, Reply to #304021, R*) (1 reply) When my turn comes around I take the same handcuffs formerly used on me, and place on your arms the same way as were done to me, only tighter cutting off the circulation of your blood. I tried to be nice before but this BITCH name is only for my friends to use, and you sir are not a friend -- yet. I am pissed as I run into the kitchen and get the serrated knives, and a can opener (The old one with the hook on the end). I take a minute to let you see what I have in my hands and slowly take out the knives from their resting place in the butcher block. Wide eyed you turn to me and say "What are you supposed to be doing with the knives? Are you trying to scare me Cocobunns?" I pay you no heed.. Pretending to be a nurse I put on my best teddy that resembles a nurses outfit, complete with garter belt, and the cute little hat I obtained while working as an RN. You see this and your willie rises and gets so hard it turns purple right above the head, and I think to myself how nice that looks.. I join you on the bed, and I whisper in your ear "Its only for the moment babe, I will be finishing soon".. You ask me what I mean and I give you a look like the Devil has entered my body during the last menstrual period a week before. It doesn't seem to phase you, but then you lay there and say to me " Well when you are ready to do what you are doing let me know" in a very sarcastic way. I move down to the foot of the bed, and play with your toes. Again the willie gets a rockon. I nibble on the crease in between your toes, and lick the surface of your ankle.. (tasting you before the actual kill type mode here) You are giggling and have no idea what I am doing to you, but you like it just the same.. you squirm..I get mad and get a nice leather belt that will be placed around your lower body, and you will not be able to move.. Due to the tension you feel when you do in fact try to move you see that I am way stronger than I look. "tight enuff babekins" I then tell you of how I am about to get really kinky and let you shiver.. I take the first butcher knife and trace your chest with it, this makes you tingle, and ripple.. You say "Where did you learn about doing this??" I don't answer.. I take the knife and do it again..this time drawing a bit of blood and making it so you need to be aware that you are bleeding.. then the fear sets in. It is just a matter of time.. those words stay in your ears. I go down on you and give you the best fucking suckoff you ever had, and even let you come in my mouth for the effort. I could have let you get away with it -- if only you hadn't said "Awwww unnngh suck it bitch! Bitch! awwunngh suck me dammit" Again with the word Bitch -- I take the can opener and look at you rather seductively.. I say "did you like it babe" "Yes I did do it again" I go into the bathroom to clean up and while in there put a bit of LYE on the sharp end of the can opener.. I return to the bedroom and you say "unngh come on babe, I really want another BJ" I sashay over to the bed, and crawl above you.. then I take the can opener and say "okay here I go...HOW do you LIKE this?" but all I hear from you is screams.. Terror has nestled itself in your mind.. And I take the knives and each one has its useage to cut you up and make enough meat out of you.. then I rip your skin off you like a man does to a snake leaving nothing in my hand other than meat the flesh is then tossed to the side of the room and left there for the rats to eat and I package the meat and sell it to the indian man down the street.. To you this may have been a great thing, but to me it was a warning for you not to tell me that you make ur own whips and shit like that ! Psychotic Bunny Date: Wednesday, February 10, 1993 10:40am Forum: Sikfux From: Gorby Msg#: 306968 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Original Shorts #3 (2 replies) Smoke in the Dugout It was one of those breezy summer days where the sun beat down and cooked you on lava rocks if you were dumb enough to be outside. It was too hot to play sandlot ball, too bright to look into the sun should soeone pop up the ball. It was the kind of heat that sweated you out and made you lethargic after you just ran to first base with such stiff air that had no oxygen in it. We were content just to sit on a couple of small logs in the woods off the highway, completely undisturbed and unobserved. It seemed the central area was witness to a major brushfire, as nothing grew within the circle of logs. Branches stayed behind to serve as the chalk sticks for the central writing tablet on the ground. It didn't seem that many of the older kids knew about this hangout. Maybe they did, but they didn't come around. No beer bottles or strange crazy shit debris from some car or washed out and faded porno mags laid waste around the campsite. The mosquitos were out in force, however, as it seems they come to feast especially on these type of hot dry days. The buzzing intermixed with the roaring engines zipping along the highway just 20 meters behind us. Luckily there wasn't enough guys to make two sides for baseball, and one of the captains, or supposedly ringleader of this gang, wasn't in the mood to come out of his air conditioned room. I didn't think any of the other kids had an a/c in their bedroom, as they swore unbelievably at this kid's luck. This one guy, who rarely would hang with us, came back from using the woods as a latrine. He sat down on my left and slipped a cig from a pack in his rear pocket and lit it, flicking the match into the central area of dead dirt. He gave a few puffs and I tried to catch wind from another direction, eyes and nose itching from the cancerous residue. He was the same age as us all, except I was a year younger, and the only other kid that was my age sat the log on the right of me. The only reason I was here was because I knew him and he was my neighbor. But he and the rest of the bunch went to parochial school, where they were taught that my kind killed Jesus. So why was I here? The smoking boy, the only one who did, was an outcast from many circles. Even this fellowship for awhile when he was expelled from the catholic prep. He supposedly went to my public school, but he spent so much time cutting I doubt he'd was in my grade. He was a delinquent alright. Some reason that let him drink beer, carry a knife, smoke, curse and talk about fucking girls. Supposedly, he was living life to the fullest and we were too dumb and stupid and scared to even think of being anyway near as bad as he was. I guess some of us aw a future pasteighteen andliving somewhat like civilized human beings. Some of us admired him, some wanted to be like him. Some of us wanted no part of him, like me in particular. "Hey, you smoke doncha?" the delinquent asked of me. "No. Just my mom. I hide her cigarettes on her. Drives her crazy like a lunatic thinking she lost them and claws around the house to find them." "Hey, take a puff. Everyone else here smokes. Here," he said as he passed the burning nicotine stick to my neighbor. My friend puffed and suppressed a cough, knowing damn well that was his first attempt and it probably burned down his throat real good like swallowing the devil's balls. The kid passed it back to the delinquent. "Here, take a hit." At this point I was sure it was just a cigarette and not some homemade shit and I couldn't smell the difference between this and what my mother smoked. I doubted he could be so enterprising as to have slipped some wacky weed behind the filter. I still refused. I don't think anybody ever refused this delinquent's request, because his brow got all knotted and his nose flared as his lip twitched to show his fangs. Pressing the coal tip to my upper arm, the smell of burning flesh struck me with the slamming knowledge that this fucker enjoyed doing this. I didn't care who the fuck he was or how many girls he probably raped and how many other kids he stabbed in the gut. I pushed him off the log, onto his back, as he unceremoniously lost his ciggy to the underbrush. Then, the doe instinct hit me and told me to run like a niggerchaser because the delinquent wouldn't take that personal affront of his pride. Shocks of fiery splatters twinged my eyesight as I broke through the woods and into the sandlot field. The lungs were already bursting and the mind was threatening them not to shut down. Then the earth came up to meet me as my knees collapsed and crunched to the hard packed dirt. I tried to tuck and roll, but I felt something holding onto me. The delinquent tackled me and then got to his feet, standing over me and ready to land a killing blow. The only target I could see, since my glasses tumbled away off my face, was close enough to unravel my bag of tricks as well. Puma met groin, and his brother did the same and pushed him into the air and dropped him like a finished bull as the toreador pierces with the final deepest sword strike. Someone else grabbed the knife, while the delinquent grabbed his balls. After his coughing and weepy eyes ended, he laughed and didn't allow anyone to help him up and passed it off as an act. I take my life a bit more seriously. Mitchell Spinner (c) 1993 Date: Thursday, February 11, 1993 11:43am Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 307997 To: Brandie *EXEMPT* Re: Swordfish Trombone! (Reply to #305480, Reply to #305187, Reply to #304841, R*) (2 replies) One basic problem to your story is tht the cuffs were on your wrists to begin with; I never realeased you and don't plan to now. Your brown ass is crackling black now, and it smells edibly tenderized. But you're not truly tenderized until the wooden mallet has been used a while. So, taking you over my knee, your hands behind your back, I pinch and TWIST one nipple until you open up to gasp and scream. Thereupon POP! an apple goes in your mouth, and there's little you can do to dislodge it; your teeth are stuck in its flesh the way you wish they were stuck in mine. I take the footlong mallet in question, pass a palm over your ass (qiuck-fried, to a crackly crunch), press a finger into the skin. The finger opens up cracklin' wounds that ooze blood and lymph. Then I heft the mallet as you wriggle out. But OH, my love, I'll NEVER let you go, I love you so...and WHAP goes the mallet against the frying-pan mark of your bad bunny buns. Full-throated roars that start in your throat die at your trombone-muted lips as little sighs and oh!s. Bap, bap, bap goes the mallet, a thousand points of light digging into your crisp-baked skin, softening you up for the whip. "If you're good," I croon into your ear, "If you're good and open your legs I'll give you something nice between them, before we continue." You work your lips around the apple and consider this for a minute, then the legs open a little, then wider, and the womansmell I love so much mingles with the roast beef aroma that you make so well. The hand passes over your wet skin, and as reward for your patient suffering I nsert the mallet's handle, gently now, not wanting to take this pleasure from you, Innnnnn goes the handle, me holding the mallet, basted with your inadvertant juices of life, not of love. The handle is getting those. Do you cum when pain and pleasure are so exquisitely combined? I do nothing to satisfy myself through all this; your experience is to concentrrate on yourself and your ecstasy/agony. Now that the mallet's handle is completely within you, I rotate the business end, pushing it in and out slowly. Then attention turns once more to you and your bad little ass. I brought along a little bottle of Realemon just for you, Bunnykins, for this very moment, so that, as you're dildofucked by the tenderizer, I can marinade your wounded bum. Dribble lemon juice onto your scalded rump, and work it in with a little whipping, each breath a gasp, each tiny motion real excruciation. And there's no need to quit just because you're passing out from all our fun... Date: Friday, February 12, 1993 5:39pm Forum: Sikfux From: Atha Msg#: 309137 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Wiping piss on your pants (Reply to #308881, Reply to #307992, Reply to #305457, R*) (1 reply) Think of all the bullets There is in Red China Then take a look around Some guy is pissin' on ya. You can send a man up For four days in space But when he returns He's gotta pee in that place Take a stall with a friend And he bring up his face Open mouth wide to fit it But don't forget to say Grace, And you tell me over and over and over and over again, My friend, How you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction? Date: Tuesday, February 23, 1993 6:59pm Forum: Sikfux From: Gorby Msg#: 316692 To: Brandie *EXEMPT* Re: Belated Valentine's Gift (1 reply) Sorry, hunnybunny, but due to circumstances beyond my control, I have to give you this a bit late >:[ ======== **B00000000000000 I knew this would just be the best Valentine's gift I could possibly get. She said it so many times, that I had to do it, and when she would finally see it, she would go absolutely berserk. Maybe for good, maybe for bad, but she definitely would get excited. I didn't even know Groundhog's Day had even passed, since all I could think about was this gift. It impinged itself, grafting like a leech onto my thoughts, caterwauling at me. There wasn't anything bad with the idea and it seemed perfect. Nothing was going to stand in my way of showing my love and undying devotion to my woman. I went shopping at Macy's for the perfect box, something the size one would put a hat in, but made sure it had a velvet insert that would seat a large rock. I bought all the right wrappings and ribbons and got a book from the library on how to giftwrap. Time for practicing would be secondary, as the true gift was not the cover, but rather the contents inside. The crux of the matter was to get it done, and to do it right. It was quite easy to carry out my plans by simply getting a bouquet of flowers and riding all the way to my destination on a bright Sunday morning. A brisk wind slashed through my jacket, but I trudged to the doorbell and rang it. A elderly woman answered, and I gave her the flowers and wished her a happy valentine's day and then proceeded inside the house. The short, rotund woman protested as she held the floral arrangement, and a rickety stubby arm from the hag came swinging a walking cane at me. I deftly avoided the blow and swept her off her corpulent feet and onto the floor with a convincing boom. I never saw the woman in my life, but from the descriptions I heard of her, this one matched to a tee. She had no idea of who this stranger was, taking her by surprise, completely. The eyes where wincing and hateful after hitting the back of its head on the way down. Removing my winter mittens, the thick surgical gloves grasped her fragile neck and crushed it quickly, giving no time for the ghastly screams to emanate from her wrinkled chicken-skinned throat. The grossness of her obesity almost had me beaten as I groaned and struggled to move the beast to the back of the house. Not to be defeated, I eventually had her all set and then removed the cordless jigsaw from the present box. Ten minutes later, the old woman was resting peacefully in her bed, not to be disturbed or heard from again. I rinsed the steel bit as fast as I could, hoping to slip out, not to be noticed by neighbors in adjacent houses. Luckily she liked the dark since all the drapes were drawn, which made my task all the easier. The blood splattered jacket that I used as a catch-all, I tossed in the oven and set it for broil. Sliding the drill under my sweater and the box under my arm, leaving the flowers to die in her vacuous chest, I cautiously made my way back to my car and drove off quietly to a secluded dead end street near a park. There I opened the back of the wagon and proceeded to carefully trim the ribbons and the paper, taping and creasing properly like the book said. Within a few minutes, I was satisfied with the results of my efforts and hurried back to my house before my lovely valentine would become angered by my absence. When it was time to exchange presents, I gave her the box, pushing it over to her as we laid in bed, cooling down from our marathon run. I smiled at her at she perked her head strangely at me because of my super wide stupid looking grimace. Nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to receive. The secret was bursting inside my chest, pounding like a jackhammer, waiting to be released as all her movements seemed to slow down, taking an eternity and I felt I was about to blurt out my little surprise, trying with utmost resolve to contain myself and my heinous little laugh of joy. She gingerly slipped out the knot in the ribbon and lifted the cover off the box and looked inside, mystified by the contents that were stored within. It was her mother's black heart, resting on a plush red velvet cushion, beating away in fury as it refused to understand that the fact that it had no body, no blood, should cause it to cease. It made a horrific swishing sound of empty wind being dragged through flapping arteries and veins, as the sphincters gaped for more air, looking like eager and drowning little mouths. I was sure I was only dreaming, but then she took it in her delicate hands and held it toward the ceiling light to get a better look and wonder at it in awe. I always said I would do anything for her, and there it was, the ultimate token of my admiration and affection. And now, twenty years later, she still has it, hidden in the top of her closet, taking it out less and less since the urge to see it has declined because the miserable memories of her mother no longer arrested her brain, and thus the wretched heart stopped beating, and whined its last chortle of defiance at the mysterious murderer who never paid for this treacherous deed. Beezly (@) 1993 Date: Thursday, February 25, 1993 9:51pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 318112 To: Atha *EXEMPT* Re: Without legs there are two real problems (Reply to #318090, Reply to #317229, Reply to #316407, R*) (2 replies) Without legs there are two real problems I can foresee. 1: Her stockings would be rumpled useless things in a drawer somewhere. 2: You would need to obtain a guitar stand to keep her from falling over when you were done... Date: Friday, June 11, 1993 2:11am Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 366980 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Getting Some Respect (2 replies) THE WHITE HOUSE Office of the Press Secretary _______________________________________________________________ For Immediate Release May 28, 1993 EMERGENCY MEDICAL SERVICES WEEK, 1993 AND 1994 - - - - - - - BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA A PROCLAMATION Emergency medical services personnel provide a vital public service 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Traumatic injury is the leading cause of death and disability for men, women, and children between the ages of 1 and 44 years. Each year, injuries account for more than 140,000 deaths, over 2 million hospitalizations, and more than 80,000 permanent disabilities. Inclusive emergency medical systems play a significant role in reducing mortality and disability due to injuries. Quality emergency medical care saves lives and reduces disability by linking pre-hospital, hospital, and rehabilitation services that provide optimal care for all Americans. Americans benefit daily from the dedication and immediate care provided by physicians, emergency nurses, emergency medical technicians, paramedics, fire fighters, educators, administrators, and others who serve in coordinated systems of emergency care. Emergency medical care providers dedicate thousands of hours to specialized training and continuing education to enhance and maintain their lifesaving skills. Two-thirds of these individuals are volunteers, many of whom serve in rural areas of the country. Since the initial efforts to establish emergency medicine as a medical specialty 25 years ago, emergency medical care providers have continually advanced standards of practice in the emergency management of traumatically injured persons. Their efforts have resulted in the development of systems to improve trauma care planning, regionalized systems of trauma care, and an increased public awareness of the effects of injury and their prevention. We salute our Nation's emergency medical services providers. Their daily efforts affect millions of men, women, and children who suffer from acute illness or injury by returning them to productive lives. The Congress, by House Joint Resolution 78, has gnated the weeks beginning May 23, 1993, and May 15, 1994, as "Emergency Medical Services Week" and has authorized and requested the President to issue a proclamation in observance t. NOW, THEREFORE, I, WILLIAM J. CLINTON, President of tes of America, do hereby proclaim the weeks May 23 through 29, 1993, and May 15 through 21, 1994, as Emergency Medical Services Week. I call upon all Americans to observe this period with appropriate programs and activities. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-eighth day of May, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and ninety-three, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and seventeenth. WILLIAM J. CLINTON ===================================================================== Date: Friday, June 11, 1993 9:26pm Forum: Sikfux From: Vibrantm Msg#: 367124 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Learning The Art of Complete Independence (1 reply) Newsgroups: alt.sex.masturbation From: an23561@anon.penet.fi Subject: Self-suck/Self-lick (howto - anyone can) Reply-To: an23561@anon.penet.fi Organization: Anonymous contact service Date: Fri, 11 Jun 1993 16:17:25 GMT I've taught one woman and two men how to give themselves self-lick and self-suck. Both men were not big. 4 1/2" and 6". The woman wasn't a gymnastics expert either. Just a fairly slim (5'6" 130 lbs) woman. I believe anybody can do themselves as long as they're patient and willing to spend 15 - 20 min. everyday or every other day in the evening. Here's the exercise techniques taught to me: sit up on the floor with your legs stretched directly in front of you - together. put your hands on the outside of the knees (thighs if you can't reach your knees) lean forward until you feel a stretch (the first few times you will feel it more in your hamstrings than your back) NEVER PUSH YOURSELF. (a tug in your back and under your legs is all you should try) hold the position for thirty sec. then sit back up and arch your back (rest for 10 - 20 sec.) then do it again two more times. After this move your hands down your legs toward your calves (if you can - if not skip it for now) and do the same stretch with the legs together and hands on the outside of the legs. After this try to move as far down your legs as possible (toward your ankles - eventually) and do three more stretches. REMEMBER TO SIT UP AND ARCH YOUR BACK AFTER EACH REP. Then spread your legs apart and do some alternate leg stretches (head down toward knee) you really feel it in the hamstrings. When you can touch your head to your knee you don't need me anymore. DON"T BOUNCE. EVERYTHING SHOULD BE IN SLOW MOTION. After that keep your legs apart and walk your hands out in front of you as far as you can go. Feel the stretch in your hamstrings and back. Walk your hands back in toward your body and sit up. After a few of these I lay on my stomach and with my arms at my sides and my legs together I try to arch my back up off the floor. I can feel it up and down my spine even if I only get up a couple of inches. Next, in the same position, I put my hands under my chin (fingers pointed in - elbows out) and push till my back is arched and up about a foot off the floor. It feels great along the back, but your arms will probably not like it. After I've done this I lay on my back (do it near a wall to begin with) and raise my feet up over my head till they touch the wall. Keep your arms at your sides so that when you're done you're feet face one way and the fingers on your hands face the other. Feel the stretch in your back. DON'T PUSH IT. PUT YOUR FEET UP ON THE WALL AS HIGH AS IS COMFORTABLE. Hold it for 30 sec. and bring your feet back to the floor. Sit up flex your back and do it again. The goal is to gradually (days/weeks) get your feet further down the wall till your feet can touch the floor behind your head. Do this exercise 2 - 3 times and notice it pulls in the lower half of your back. Next do the same exercise but bring your hands to behind your head. I clasp them and place them on the top of my head. Notice the stretch moves from the lower half of your back to the upper half. Do this 2 - 3 times holding for 30 sec. and then sitting back up and arching your spine. After you can put your feet behind your head, then try to walk your feet out away from you a little further each time you do the exercise. (IF IT HURTS DON'T DO IT - BE PATIENT). Usually this is when you may start to get horny as you get closer to your cock. Then brings your knees up so they rest on either side of your head and rest them on the floor (if you can). (This will take approx. 2 weeks). Rest like this for 30 sec. and then sit back up SLOWLY. Do this two or three more times. Once you've done these exercises for 2 - 3 weeks you will be able to have a feast on yourself without back probs. Remember to be patient and do everything slowly. The idea is to do these exercises everyday. Once you've done this for awhile you'll know which to keep to limber yourself up. If you feel any soreness/tightness in your back the next morning after doing any of these exercises, STOP and rest till the soreness is gone. You overdid it the day before. Only do these exercises in the evening (after you body has had a chance to loosen up from the day). Other hints, eat a light lunch and skip dinner (do the exercises before you have dinner) - you'll be more flexible. Date: Monday, August 9, 1993 10:40am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 385902 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: RIP Jocelyn Morales... She was a student of mine, in the class that got certified back in December 92, she was not the best student but she really tried, she came from several difficulties and she burned to change her life, the Tech Skool is a mechanism of change and she applied herself to it and got over earned her ticket out but there was one change she did not make in time. I was told last night by one of her classmates, this fella worked with me for awhile now he works somewhere else lost in the whirling dust of random overtime. Gil said: Jocelyn was murdered by her paranoiacally possessive boyfriend last week, shot to death in her own bedroom witnessed by her daughter, this bastard who killed her did it with a nine and I am told he emptied two magazines chasing her through the place she locked herself in the bedroom he shot the door apart emptied the gun into her on the bed save for one round which he then used to blow off the top of his own head. She was in the process of moving, he thought it was another man. We have two dead and an orphan. Jocelyn tried, she really did, no imaginable way she deserved such a kettle of shit. In your passage through today think something really good and send this thing her way, no way I can figure anyone else I buried in here who died worse for no fucking reason at all. Sometimes we are not allowed... Date: Tuesday, October 5, 1993 5:56pm Forum: Sikfux From: Karl Msg#: 398516 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Stop acting like your shit don't stink. (Reply to #398339, Reply to #398213, Reply to #397457, R*) (4 replies) Hm. Answer me... I shall look for it, where did you pick it up? I definately am not voting by anyone who gets offended easily... I am tired of a bunch of rod up the ass fucks telling me what and what I cannot do... I was watching the television, which was mistake numero uno, but that is a total different story. Anyway, there were a bunch of fucking idiots standing in front of a fine establishment, an adult video store, finer than any fucking McDonald's I THINK. These stuck up, conservative, "I have nothing better to do on a Sunday while my kids are out killing people and annoying taxpaying citizens because I am a dumb cunt and police the world more than my own home", assheads were boycotting this place... claiming that adult video should not be in a residential area. My argument is this... WHO DO YOU THINK GOES TO THESE ESTABLISHMENTS? HMMMMMMM??????? STUPID BITCH Do you for a second think perhaps people come from different neighborhoods, the decadence seeking any new store that opens? NO YOU DENSE FUCK. It's your husband, or wife, or son, or daughter, or fucking grandma who goes there. THE MAN NEXT DOOR... adult video is nothing decadent or disgusting Nothing digusts me more than an offended person. GOLD CHAINS THICKER THAN A GOATS NECK OFFEND ME. PEOPLE WHO SMELL OFFEND ME. SOMEONE WHO SCREAMS ON THE SUBWAY ABOUT JESUS WHEN I AM READING CLIVE BARKER OFFENDS ME. BUT I SAY OR DO NOTHING ABOUT IT BECAUSE I AM NOT A DUMB FUCK. BUT YOU TAKE AWAY MY PORNO, AND MY DRUGS AND ALL MY OTHER "DECADENT" THINGS I LOVE AND I SWEAR I WILL GO ON A BELL TOWER, AND THE BITCHES WITH THEIR PINKIES EXTENDED AND NOSES UP IN THE AIR ARE FIRST TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!! ahem. thank you. - X Date: Thursday, October 28, 1993 5:01am Forum: Sikfux From: Disky Msg#: 408611 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: resending of pic File: 408611.ATT (Fw by Sysop) (1 reply) I sent this pic before but it was in JPG and I didn't stop to think that this could be a problem for some people So here it is a again in .gif format. It's sorta in the Halloween spirt (pun intended) but I have to warn ya its sorta graphic. -Disky PS. this is not something U wanna view while eating. Date: Sunday, November 7, 1993 7:29am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 412191 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: I didnt sleep yet today File: 412191.ATT (2 replies) So instead I hit keys. Something has changed and it is impossible for me to put in straight ASCII textfiles like I prefer to, so I upload a file. It is a shorty, about the Job, and a bad call. I don't even know if I can approve it for upload, but here goes anyway: Date: Sunday, November 14, 1993 3:45am Forum: Sikfux From: Mindless Msg#: 414997 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: tattoo10.zip File: TATTOO10.ZIP the usenet body-art news group FAQ... all about tattooing... an intro to body art, list of artists, etc. mindless. Date: Saturday, November 20, 1993 4:17am Forum: Sikfux From: Mindless Msg#: 417430 To: Lythande *EXEMPT* Re: ron athey (2 replies) ok, here's the performance... onstage is a woman cuffed to a steel frame being bled by a woman in a nurse's uniform... her lips were sewn shut & the nurse filled a hypo w. blood, and began to dribble her blood onto her lips... 3 mummies wrapped in gauze & gaffer's tape were wheeled out... the nurse was now giving another guy an enema onstage... the mummies were unwrapped & were then sliced, sewn & otherwise decorated... ... this ended the first act... the next act was filled with much more in the way of religious imagery & featured lots of dancers getting whipped... athey then came out & did his piercing number, eventually having himself suspended from the rafters from hooks in various portions of his body... the rest of the evening sort of fades into a blur of whips, chains, knives & long steel needles piercing the flesh of various people, mostly around a very ornate looking throne & altar... he's premiering a new show in l.a. that should make it to the least coast by the spring... i'll let you know if y're interested... mindless. Date: Wednesday, November 24, 1993 2:04pm Forum: Sikfux From: Karl Msg#: 419470 To: Lane *EXEMPT* Re: Tales of the Severed Penis (Reply to #418563, Reply to #418521, Reply to #417999, R*) (3 replies) LA>So..lemme get this straight. It's ok for men to commit acts of LA>violence, and funny when all of you shits write about it here...but when LA>the idea of a woman doing something such as this pops up it's time to LA>start being sweet and forgiving and to move on? Huh uh. I DO love it, LA>and I also think it's fabulous that woman are prejudiced about men. We LA>have a right to be prejudiced about men. When one proves himself LA>differently to us, we let our guard down. This is a much healthier LA>attitude than those of the past-in my book. I think I'll start toting a LA>meat cleaver and cutting board in my bag...heh heh.. Look, I have said a lot of things on this subboard, because thanks to DTI, we have a forum to spew our shit into. And you have a right to say what you want. I have a right to say I think it's stupid too, just like you did with all my senseless babble. And now you tell me you think prejudice is okay. sigh. You obviously don't even understand what is fucked up about this world to begin with. Like I said in another message, I'm black, and it makes me want to vomit when I see the all black hate white people publications. When people tell me that I'm not black enough and shit like that. FUCKING EQUALITY DOES NOT MEAN HEY LOOK AT MEN THEY RAPE WOMEN, SO LETS SAY ALL MEN ARE DICKS TILL PROVEN COOL. AND LETS EVEN SAY ITS OKAY TO CUT MENS DICKS OFF. Lemme just put it this way, any woman tries to cut off my dick, she better kill me. Because I'll be wearing clitoris jewelry the next day. Date: Thursday, November 25, 1993 2:35am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 419721 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: One of Two ASCII uploads It was like yesterday. All hands working a sinking ship at night cold outside shitty radios gibber static halfmessages spurts electronic interference useless on the face of it. Everything possible had gone wrong as its turn came up we were hopelessly outnumbered screaming idiot hordes with no regard for life or limb operating overpowered motor vehicles trying to make smears on the tarmac nothing made sense even the bones of the plan were fucked in the eye from birth. I was at the point standing down essentially psychotic aliens with just my own personal body and the extreme sense of go fuck yourself I have found so useful in my career. Secondary to 2 years straight midnight overtime I got all these dead people on my ass they see me and even the job gives no time just wants more time like a time junky need there is no escape I had tried everything until I gave up give in feel the opportunity rising in my veins until the point where today when I hear shots I run dead h eat to the source of the sound. Live on halfeaten neurons and the lining of my stomach it soothes me feel it bleed need to stop fifty trucks running at forty miles an hour here go I just like call Johnny Come Running I say what the fuck I cannot be killed trot out into the middle of the street and if the idea doesnt get across by that move I just fucking grab the cab guards by left hand right hand on the gun halfway out staring into the windshield with dead eyes that almost never existed by now and they sto p. They let slip the clutch I still hold the truck back what the fuck you goona do gonne run me over asshole gonna become fully committed attempt murder? Well I say like I said to her, first shots yers cocksucker better make it count you have reached a number that does not connect internally please pardon the inconvenience... and I naver got killed yet. They become agitated and tumultuous and create disturbances and I just stare become the living rock of endtime truth watch all manner of lipread oaths through glass I say fuckem all, only two times did the driver have the rage to come outside and scream at me like I can hear it at that time I turn about face lean against the grille like I was hanging out on a wall in deep August night they do not exist, they only exist if they really convince me and there are two ways one already detailed, one detailed t hat would essentially preclude my description of this entire scheme. The other way to make me notice happened a couple times last week once tonight and it always ends with the same truth I knew all along, the speed behind the wheel comes outside I am not even considering his existence by now really just looking out at the crescent moon I need simple pure beauty for my eyes fuck this street noise just eyes up then feel his evil chickenshit paw on my shoulder some asholes just do not know when to cease and de sist and I half turn state: Get your fucking hands off me and put them where I can see them asshole RIGHT NOW. Fuck it, I draw on these morons two nights out of three. Fun to watch the reaction nothing like seeing some asshole who wants to hurt you with a motor vehicle alla sudden turn into a lobotomized tapeworm silently apologize and get back away fast but not too fast and keep your fucking hands where I see them I'll fucking kill you you shitrag its my job. Being as my jurisdiction has everything to do with the supply of foodstuffs to the Eastern Seaboard and it is after all the time of an unholy powerful Food Holiday, life has been hectic of late and I been getting my rocks off on the job like you would not believe. Fun week like fire ants nesting in and upon ones genitals actually. I slept if you can call it that for a half hour since noon yesterday and now its coming on midnight I almost got disappointed I figured I would be covering for my partner and t hus working through 6am but no, he decided not to leave town for the holiday. I would have surely made the papers tomorrow and am now slightly disappointed. What will I do with all this dead time a rhetorical question of course we all know what the ritual requires. Happ Turkey Day to all, and if you actually prepare your own food, please be in this holiday season as at all times: carefully wash every item of foo you plan to eat or serve to loved ones. You would not be able to imagine the scumbags who bleed and piss on this stuff... Date: Thursday, November 25, 1993 2:37am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 419722 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: The other Holiday Message Item (1 reply) From here on through the death of this calendar year it is all pretty much holidays piled up one on another like so much wormfood so on the eve of The Eating Holiday for Americans, Worlds Most Fed Group, I would like to emit some sentiment that perhaps can be tasted like a fine wine gone south clean the palate so to speak. Last time I woke up was yesterday at noon I went to work and expected the worst and got it in spades ladies and gennamen. There is another short on here about truck traffic control methods I used over the last month or so but this is about the other kinda control aspect the all pervasive and necrotic material that makes life worthwhile and I can manage this one with absolutely no sexual references at all life being pure chlorine for some time now I got another perspective on humanity that is already pret ty much impossible in stone. Anyway... Quarter after six yesterday evening I am thinking about who I will out of the endless horde of brainabsent truckers prevent from further motion at gunpoint thus controlling the speed of all behind, when things happened. I was out way the fuck in front, on point, backup a hundred yards inside where I am the agent and fairly really the sole target why get my crew in trouble? It was real loud out there but the radio cut through anyway I hear: Central to Lieutenant reports a knife fight at 116, 116, c opy kay? I maybe got him to hear me witht he affirm already running my vehicle falling apart sitting idle but warm a hundred yards or so away took me twenty minutes to start it that day time for a new, I got two sergeants working as my backup I approach see they have not heard they are fucking around having fun but this changes when they see me coming in a deadass run they shout what the fuck I do not reply got seconds to go utter no word I need to get There and I can work alone. Silent message recieved the y follow one gets in the crashcar before I start to move the other holds on the outside I got lights and make this horrible noise drive a snakeline through moving trucks eighty foot long someone might be getting killed goddam slow jeep shit what the fuck I hear nothing dont even 84 when we slide through a mountain of trash leaping up onto the platform I got mine halfway unlimbered and Rivera and Ward spread out slightly to the rear and no one seems to have any idea why we are there like the fucking cavalry I count on some sign of disturbance when on a radio run I mean if it s bad enought to call why not I can see any wrong thing the instant I arrive? Two minutes wasted until some asshole points us inside where the complainant and the defendant are, both calm and resolved and like nothing ever happened. Some kinda tale about the cplt and the def't having words that lead to def't pulling a lockblade knife but not cutting the cplt. The defendant seemed almost reasonable and the boss was ready to have a stroke so I figured it was a crock of shit but I wanted the knife so I said PUT YER HANDS ONNA WALL DONT FUCKING MOVE he said: Why? I said yer under arrest for disorderly conduct . Meanwhile this boss is and puling about the perp has been terminated terminated I wanna press c put his ass in jail and I can se nothing really yet worth cannig the gu y but the cuffs go on the perp is cooperative there is a gravity knife in his right front jeans pockets its open chrissakes could do a Manassas Virginia on hisself thataway with no cheap thrill even to remember and now I got criminal possession of a weapon, the rest is the boss telling me what the fella id and said and I get the perp under start the paperwork and then everyone in the world starts to call on the phone I cannot write more than 3 words in all this bastard fuckpile of arrest paper without the r adio calling me to the god damned telephone. Everyone from the boss to my own CO demands a felony so the alleged menacer gets at least one night to remember in the jail end of the Bronx County Justice Wheel. The only possible felony is only an attempt hit, nothing that actually happened, no one was ever contacted by this knife the perp merely wielded the fucking thing I know what the ADA will do in the morning and I see endless time stretching before me spent almost entirely in Central Booking I got a fucking headache and no release for so long the calendar is obsolete these bastards want to me to screw the perp for nothing. The perp did nothing really outside of telling his boss that his boss was a world class scumbag, and this under conditions of outstanding stress already. But his boss made the call, and his boss sez the fella pulled the knife and although did not cut him did allegedly beat him about the face and upper torso with his fists. El Boss was in fact contused and upset w/ reddened eyes and having always been a pissant before i figure he deserved it anyway and the perp will get to s the very living dogshit ou t of his boss for this one so I run it through it takes from six thirty through four thirty am and then pre arraignment from nine thirty am thro two pm today. I seen a few things since I grew eyes but I have never seen anything like the justice wheel inna Bronx yet anywhere it takes time and gives reduced charges no matter what and especially when you really want to put some asshole in the can because he fucked up right in front of you. I liked the perp, spent more time with him so far just for this shit than I have spent with some people I love and he seems essentially reasonable, I apologized, and he assured me he unnastood the situation, as I double locked the sliding bars in Unit 3 of the second floor Police Pen at BCB last night 0430 hours. I bet he got more sleep than I did. I had to come back to fuck with paper in another like three hours. Sometimes nothing is at all worth it really, but sometimes its different so I am told. Happy Thanksgiving, 1993, to James Graham, who sounds like he did what I would have done if I was he. He told his boss to go fuck himself and went to jail. Wouldn't you? Date: Friday, November 26, 1993 3:01am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 420133 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Perhaps Clearer Text Rant Now: It was like yesterday. All hands working a sinking ship at night cold outside shitty radios gibber static halfmessages spurts electronic interference useless on the face of it. Everything possible had gone wrong as its turn came up we were hopelessly outnumbered screaming idiot hordes with no regard for life or limb operating overpowered motor vehicles trying to make smears on the tarmac nothing made sense even the bones of the plan were fucked in the eye from birth. I was at the point standing down essentially psychotic aliens with just my own personal body and the extreme sense of go fuck yourself I have found so useful in my career. Secondary to 2 years straight midnight overtime I got all these dead people on my ass they see me and even the job gives no time just wants more time like a time junky need there is no escape I had tried everything until I gave up give in feel the opportunity rising in my veins until the point where today when I hear shots I run dead heat to the source of the sound. Live on halfeaten neurons and the lining of my stomach it soothes me feel it bleed need to stop fifty trucks running at forty miles an hour here go I just like call Johnny Come Running I say what the fuck I cannot be killed trot out into the middle of the street and if the idea doesnt get across by that move I just fucking grab the cab guards by left hand right hand on the gun halfway out staring into the windshield with dead eyes that almost never existed by now and they stop. They let slip the clutch I still hold the truck back what the fuck you goona do gonne run me over asshole gonna become fully committed attempt murder? Well I say like I said to her, first shots yers cocksucker better make it count you have reached a number that does not connect internally please pardon the inconvenience... and I naver got killed yet. They become agitated and tumultuous and create disturbances and I just stare become the living rock of endtime truth watch all manner of lipread oaths through glass I say fuckem all, only two times did the driver have the rage to come outside and scream at me like I can hear it at that time I turn about face lean against the grille like I was hanging out on a wall in deep August night they do not exist, they only exist if they really convince me and there are two ways one already detailed, one detailed that would essentially preclude my description of this entire scheme. The other way to make me notice happened a couple times last week once tonight and it always ends with the same truth I knew all along, the speed behind the wheel comes outside I am not even considering his existence by now really just looking out at the crescent moon I need simple pure beauty for my eyes fuck this street noise just eyes up then feel his evil chickenshit paw on my shoulder some asholes just do not know when to cease and desist and I half turn state: Get your fucking hands off me and put them where I can see them asshole RIGHT NOW. Fuck it, I draw on these morons two nights out of three. Fun to watch the reaction nothing like seeing some asshole who wants to hurt you with a motor vehicle alla sudden turn into a lobotomized tapeworm silently apologize and get back away fast but not too fast and keep your fucking hands where I see them I'll fucking kill you you shitrag its my job. Being as my jurisdiction has everything to do with the supply of foodstuffs to the Eastern Seaboard and it is after all the time of an unholy powerful Food Holiday, life has been hectic of late and I been getting my rocks off on the job like you would not believe. Fun week like fire ants nesting in and upon ones genitals actually. I slept if you can call it that for a half hour since noon yesterday and now its coming on midnight I almost got disappointed I figured I would be covering for my partner and thus working through 6am but no, he decided not to leave town for the holiday. I would have surely made the papers tomorrow and am now slightly disappointed. What will I do with all this dead time a rhetorical question of course we all know what the ritual requires. Happy Turkey Day to all, and if you actually prepare your own food, please be advised in this holiday season as at all times: carefully wash every item of food you plan to eat or serve to loved ones. You would not be able to imagine the scumbags who bleed and piss on this stuff... Date: Friday, November 26, 1993 4:33am Forum: Sikfux From: Mindless Msg#: 420352 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: meat.gif File: MEAT.GIF (Fw by Lythande) (2 replies) in honour of this continuing thread on severed penises that seems to have captured the imagination of sikfukkers everywhere... the meat processing section... a severed penis on a skewer... mindless. Date: Tuesday, November 30, 1993 1:57am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 421808 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Reach out to the one I try to destroy... Remember it? Almost yesterday months past a summer night July working plain clothes and had one under for assault he had to go down it was just about time to ride away into the Justice Wheel and I was delaying because I had this undertow of omen didnt want to leave the place with no medical coverage then it comes like the living ocean black and shiny deep beyond imagination the radio busts through static sez Central to Supervisor I got a call of a man stabbed at 1st st avenue B, the partol sgt beat me there and was scared by the vision he screams RUSH THE BUS RUSH THE BUS I get there thirty seconds later I did not know his name a young man laying facedown in the street with crowds watching him die. He was scared he had no idea he could not move his legs he was bleeding high pressure severed carotid artery but the bare facts he did not know I tried everything he got worse I am howling through the mike CENTRAL RUSH THE BUS INJURED LIKELY TO DIE GOT A MALE APPROX TRENNY YEARSOLD HEAVY ARTERIAL BLEED it took twenty four minutes for the first wagon to come and only after the cops got there and I plead with Keckeisen to get me a rush over Division he looked scared too there was a puddle of blood three feet wide and growing on a beautiful early summer night the kind young people spend fucking slow on the roof in a reasonable world the patient was still alive when the ambulance came and the tech almost vomited he was shaking the patient no longer spoke but when Pepin asked him to squeeze his hand he could do that he was not all the way yet I was bagging him he was not really breathing anymore I got my right hand mashed into his throat to keep him inside he had too much spreading to the sewer it was a simple act of murder the patient died inside thirtysix hours I never knew his name a young dead man for no reason he spoke to me last scared why his legs dont move. Stabbed by a man behind him, hit in the right temple right ear canal and mid lateral right cervical through the neck rope muscle there was the carotid lying silent underneath, no one saw anything that night and he died even though I prayed worked did whatever all I know how to do I did not know his name and he died anyway In the next months various information assembled each small diatom of rumor eventually coming to a name and a picture we had a perp I wanted him so fucking bad could taste remember tasting better things but that is another life dead like jesus by this time, I cede love and want that cold rock get it off simple revenge tell me where this bastard fuck is and I will bash his head in like the Luftwaffe nightraided Coventry just to come in my pants one more time before I die but the case was not yet cleanly developed and we had to wait. Then the detective working the case from Bx Homicide evaporated, first they said she is on vacation then after a month anna half like people take so long to vacate we got info she was in detox such a whiskeygoose and the whole thing sits silent assumed she fucked up the job but there is a striptease included you would not believe, I have a picture of my bastard scumbag I know who he is I see him walking past me two out of five days and I cannot even move a toe to get his rat fuck ass because the whole arrangement is on hold pending the Dt coming back from the dryer. See my killer see the kid I did not know his name he could not move his legs he bled to death in my arms on a night I should have been in love in a different world entirely and I cannot even look at this shitbag because he is legal for all intents and purpose safe as Ivory Soap I see three quarts of blood running into the sewer I did not know his name. Today my command was informed the case is open and the perp is wanted he finally is named legal got a piece of paper on his ass homicide they put another DT on it and this one did the job plus the shitbag is wanted on lots of unrelated warrants armed and dangerous injured and likely to die violator of probation slick with a knife and I see him often nowadays running a gun I got probable cause painted on the scene like bloody Old Glory on the war caskets of the world. I hear this fact get a hardon for the first time since Reagan was my cat the Prez silent minerals ejected into the spinal cord to appease the insects residing therein me I am bulletproof got a gun put fifty eight rounds in a row into a three inch circle I do basic life support it is my trade I take things personally when I did not know his name died in my arms I was painted blood never forget another dead man on my ass notch the belt I got eyes backa my head armed and dangerous just a slim blade six inches long he is slick with the edge Welcome to da West motherfucker DONT FUCKING MOVE DONT FUCKING MOVE COCKSUCKER BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF Central and all units inna field advise I got DONT FUCKING MOVE GODDAMMIT LAY DOWN LAY FACE DOWN YOU BASTARD YOU ARE DEAD I got one under LEMME SEE YER HANDS DONT REACH DONT FUCKING MOVE I SAID DONT FUCKING MOVE I got this motherfucker seven feet away know him from behind he turns reaches right hand I see it coming to his belt I got no one backing me just the fucking radio he is under cover aim point center chest he turns smiles moves to me I know his name right hand inside waistband no one comes to help got fifteen out there I am still on the radio forgot to give the location thumb on the mike listen to open air free as the moon cold night in December time cuts slower frame by frame shift his right hand coming out under his jacket I do basic life support for a living with a gun trained on the patient I want to I dont want to I remember I did not know his name the subject smiles takes a step turning to me nothing but a chrome glint in his right hand DROP IT DROP IT GODDAMN IT DROP IT still on the radio forever PLEASE GODDAMMIT STOP five feet away coming up with shine gleam metal his eyes glad slits see teeth he smiles and one more step metal coming still the radio I know his name scream it just stop make it simple I do basic life support he died in my arms for all intents and purposes no name an otherwise love perfect summer night now its almost Xmas he comes right index finger flexion reaction two times fast I can put more than fifty into a five inch circle and at four feet away only7 one entry wound he is smiling all his teeth still on the radio shooting one hand everyone hears another round same hole Date: Sunday, December 12, 1993 3:46am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 426576 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Some Kind of Resolution After (1 reply) This is the definitive tale of Wilfredo Castro who put a dead man on me this recent night of July 17 1993 a story refined and faceted into gemstones on or about 2240 hours 12/9. Arrest number 54675, trespass held for narcotics warrants and the innarest of homicide detectives working nights, they drink more than me, the DT assigned went away to the drying farm during the interim time, no way to live with killings in Fort Apache Land even when you do nothing to treat the injured. The night in question I already had one in cuffs secondary to felony assault on a member of the service and the patient was away in the meat wagon gone and I had a nagging doubt on taking the perp through because well if someone gets all torn to shit who will treat who will keep the victim alive this is my essential job beyond any other really. I lagged lazy Dennis the assault perp howled in the other room as I did the paperworks this mental image of no one around who knows how to keep blood inside keeping me from calling it in getting a ride through the Justice Wheel. Sucks to be everyone at all times but that is my job no forgiveness asked. I waited and procrastinated. It became 3am, magic time. I was in the HQ and Danny was in the field he imagines he can treat imminent death but this is like peeling Claudia Schiffer, it is dream noise, he has no relevant skill. I got Dennis screaming injustice cuffed to the walls and the radio hits me sez: Central to Supervisor we got a man stabbed first street avenue B no further I respond enroute and Danny is already closer, he gets there while I drive fast he screams a rush on the bus I figure the patient is really fucked up but I did not anticipate what lay ahead. I did not know his name. he was bellydown in 2 quarts of blood at 3am and Danny said he had a sucking neck wound, like shit, my ass, Danny couldnt find his ass with a trained crew to aid, the patient presents with a gruesomely obvious pumping arterial bleed rightside neck, carotid, it spurts like cum two feet in the black air, the patient is unaware of his condition but he can speak he asks me the last words he will ever speak: why cant I move my legs what happened please what is wrong my legs... he does not realize he has been cut and will die. I have one job, kep his blood in, no time for prophylactics got blood flying all over bare hand of desperation mashed in his neck and it almost works, screaming into the radio RUSH THE BUS PLEASE JESUS HE IS BLEEDING TO DEATH GOT MAYBE THREE MINUTES as NYPD arrives, I recognize the officer work with him most nights, Keckeisen, he has class but he is shaken by the sight stays apart from me knees in a puddle of blood nothig will be able to repair. He turns chalkwhite asks is he likely to die and I misunderstand get pissed off berate Keck screaming foul at him about get me a fucking ambulance cant you see this poor motherfucker is bleeding to death Keck hits his radio and that counts bigtime as he retreats to avoid the spray soon I get 2 meat wagons and the patrol supervisor and the scene is ants on honey with sergeants and leiutenants and techs and medics and the medical people want to vomit when they see what I have to give them they look scared. The patient dies. he was cut about 3am the thursday and survives surgery friday I figure he is out the woods after that but he bited the wax tadpole on saturday at 11am. Various detectives infect the close area then taking pictures, big fucking deal. I have another dead man on my ass but this one was murdered and I did not know his name and I could not help him and I take this all extremely personally it runs me like the simple joy of sex runs other people I can think of little else. We get notification that the killer is an individual known, we have a picture, it is distinctive, I have seen this scumbag often, he is always near and now I have a gun and I will nail this fuck and if he even so much as moves just yell one time for legal reasons DONT FUCKING MOVE and then empty all six center chest I got a blood warrant no one here can unnastan you never had someone get killed and could not make it work when it is your job to make them live no matter what happens. I got enough absolute negativities and lack of natural functions, I went to school to learn one thing I can do and this bastard taked even that away from me. Blood in my eyes. This is a dead motherfucker for real. I get a nasty improper joy from seeing Willie twitching coughing blood while I forge his signature in my logbook as refusing medical assistance, yes, I am legally obligated to try to render aid to even scumbags i kill in the line of duty, makes sense to me too. Then the procedure is fucked in the ass by someone who works in my department, this rat fuck actually rolls and tips Willie he is wanted bad for the killing and after we find out I get so flat not worth breathing I have nothing really perhaps a nebulous hope of redemption but that is truly chancy and that is all I got after I have been denied the one thing I want to do before I die: get cuffs on Willie only because he put a dead man on me for no proper reason I can see. I have nothing, I hit keys, I go to work, have warm theories about one human but thats a longshot anyway and here is someone who works in my command who rolls and steals my perp I want so bad. Life sucks. Then a couple days ago it was thursday night I get home after the job gotta piss off to the pissoir hear the phone ringing ignore it I got a machine to take the phone goddamn phone always wants me to come back to work anyway, fuckit. Get zipped back and play the message an it is the midnight dispatcher he says: Hey El Tee its Cap and I got an early Xmas present fa ya, we got Willie... I didnt believe this shit got on the radio have a portable I own with the frequency coded say: Lieutenant to Central, I got a landline, izzis fa real? Cap comes back: Affirm, kay... I go back. I get to see my scumbag murderer Willie cuffed painfully and I assume the arrest. I put him under, waiting the detectives get done for the night beating the shit out of him before I put him in the pens. By now he is in shock from heroin withdrawal diarrhea and its only sunday, he will be a mass of shit and purely boneless monday morning when the homicide detectives start in again. He put a dead man on my ass and I did not even know the mans name. Serves him proper. One time, it works. Date: Sunday, December 19, 1993 7:35am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 428481 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: You Know Who You Are (1 reply) One day it was silent it crept up under leaves and scattered brush it was new it ended a world it made new schemes and discards of the old, it changed everything like broom sweeping across raw hunger nerves and it was named, everything known became obsolete, dust yellow bone fingers turn warm and live suddenly. An audible click, and then another life, no way to figure, everything new maps and even the essential coastlines differed overnight, this is not a love song but it is really, strange new facts pouring through apertures made small by reverse erosion overgrown years dead covered with thick sea moss. Is fact: the best happens after you cede, give it all up forever swear on blood signature never no more just a husk existing hung out to dry in the moontan, and then it comes like a sky blackened under dive bombers sirens running full throat howl rainig iron wrack on a world made of junkies and perps and cut skin bleeding out dry thought everything was gone for real just punching Time hear the Agent ripping calendars apart anonymous silent act waiting for my page to hit the floor nothing going on. Why decorate after the eviction notice is stapled to your door? Premature. Sneaks around the walls when you give up figure no one hits these walls lets sell the barbwire for scrap, it took you to make me realize one last time, three is the charm and three was years past now the bottom of the sea. Make me realize there are further numbers past belief, kill all my internal rules scales away torpedoes inert. Sky black turns through sky metallic blue special insects bluebottle butterflies no matter the actual sky beyond still legally red is just a detail never mind, skin shed covering the still waters of the earth a dull greybrown suffering skin mourning time dead old dry shit gone over, is a meaningless detail but hours of rambling explanation nights in a car parked legally somehow, silence sometime and sweet, time to consider, never had a future tense before, dawn coming on quiet heels and you sleep, it is almost monday morning by personal calendars, not 8am yet sunday whe it starts again but I tap keys while you sleep its like the way we bake bread while you sleep, shit happens 24/7 and sometimes even more timestretch implied. A holiday ramble, given. Even if no one figures this one it hits, aim narrow got one slit eyes looks away smiles, words are shit, eyes is everything, eyes tell silent facts smiling. Long dead newspaper years eating air narrow yellow dry life with no exit years dry dead shit of time so long. Its funny how things change. Ten fucking years. Curse? work to obsolete. Doomed? Absolutely. And glad to be, is fine... Date: Tuesday, December 21, 1993 11:50pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 429762 To: Hairball *EXEMPT* Re: Question from the Reporting Officer (Reply to #429669, Reply to #429351, Reply to #428919, R*) (2 replies) Banner headlines in the tabloids "HE LIKES IT!" DTI SEZ LIFE NOT ALL SHIT >9# Date: Sunday, August 25, 1991 5:32pm Forum: Sikfux From: Phoenix Msg#: 430621 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Lord Imelda Meets Santa Claus (Copy by Sysop, Fw by Lythande, Fw by Lythande) (14 replies) I'm dedicating this one to you... thanks for the literary inspiration. Looking forward to being further "inspired"... And now...with apologies to C.C. Moore... 'Twas the night before Christmas. At the back of the house Lord Imelda was stuffing his ass with a mouse. The stockings were hung, and the women were bare, And the men were well-hung...that's why they were there. Don T. was entangled in sheets in his bed While visions of fishnet hose danced in his head. Lythande positioned her cervical cap, While the Sysop inserted his tongue in her lap. Then out on the fire-escape came such a clatter, Phoenix rose from the fire to see what was the matter. Away to the window, where naked, she flashed At all of the neighbors, who shuddered and gasped. She mooned them, and jiggled her breasts, white as snow, Causing eyeballs to pop from pedestrians below. When what to her wondering eyes should appear But some guy wearing fur and high boots. Hey! A queer? He opened his zipper, and pulled out his dick. And somehow, she knew that this must be St. Nick. More rapid than bunnies, he jerked off and came, And whistled and shouted, and moaned out these names: "Oy! Lythande! Oh! Sysop! Ooh! Don T. Ahhh! Phoenix! Merlin! Shin! Synne! Scarlett! Quick, gimme a kleenex! On top of the bed! Put your feet up the wall! Now come again! Come again! Come again all!" And when that old reprobate finished his cry, He shuddered and moaned, and then zipped up his fly. "I'm looking" he said "for someone to do.. And I've heard Lord Imelda is do-able too!" Lord Imelda emitted the mouse with a "poof!" And hurriedly pulled riding boots on his hoof. He hobbled on into the room with a bound To check out St. Nick. He cried "WHAT is this SOUND? And WHO is this man wearing SUCH divine boots? And pssst! Could you happen to spare me two toots?" "Hey man!" said St. Nick,"This here snow on my back Is REAL snow y'know...I'm so sorry Mac!" Lord I. didn't buy it...he wasn't no cherry... But he knew he'd get even, and so he stayed merry. St. Nick was most definitely not in the know... For Lord I. was after much more than some blow. With help from the rest, Lord I. pinned Nick beneath, And began to attack him with prick and with teeth. DTI tied St. Nick to the floor on his belly, And Brandie greased Nick with jalapeno jelly. Lythande was laughing in spite of herself At the sight of this hog-tied and bugger-prone elf. Santa quivered and quaked, as his mind filled with dread. "Oh please!" he exclaimed "I just wanted some head!" Lord Imelda said nothing, but went straight to work, Nailing Santa Claus's ass to the rug with a jerk. Meanwhile, Phoenix happily sat on Nick's nose, And Merlin kept busy trying on Santa's clothes. Lythande said "That's enough...just punish a bissle..." And Eddie the Sysop emitted a whistle. And we heard him exclaim, as he screamed in the night "Merry Christmas you pricks! You got herpes tonight!" Hope y'all enjoyed this little ditty! love, ___ ====}/)hoenix ==}/ Date: Saturday, December 25, 1993 1:22am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 430766 To: Hairball *EXEMPT* Re: I screw any way I wanna, law or no law (Reply to #430639, Reply to #430537, Reply to #430405, R*) (2 replies) NY Daily News 12/25/93 BRONX SICKO LEAVES BIZARRE TRAIL Police today found what appears to be the remains of a particularly brutal and senseless selfmutilation ritual in an apartment in a normally calm working class section of the Bronx. Sgt. Jesus Ascencion of the 49th precinct released preliminary information to this reporter that shows apparently jammed forks in the sides of his head and ran screaming into the street just after one am on Christmas Eve, clad in a t shirt and jeans. Bleeding profusely, yet witnessed as grinning from ear to ear, the subject cartwheeled through fresh snow howling illegible rants that ranged from an item of female clothing through repeated guttural yelled phrases. Eyewitnesses say the subject was yelling "Conquer the world" just before he climbed up the subway pillars and snaked through the rails to slide over the electrified and very slippery tracks. Transit police spokesman Officer Tequisha Muhammad stated the subject then bent over fully and licked the third rail. Two passengers waiting for a downtown train were killed instantly, apparently by the forks, which were expelled from the subjects ears at a high speed. Officer Muhammad refused to confirm or deny rumors concerning the subject's eligibility for an impending job with the Transit Police. The subject was eventually subdued by the Emergency Service Unit, and is in the Lincoln Hospital mental ward for observation. No criminal charges are pending. When asked by police on scene if he had any next of kin, the subject stated with what appeared to be extreme joy that his cat would be alright, that the Secret Service would make sure he was fed. PHOTOS OF BIZARRE CRIME TRAIL: PAGES 13 - 17 Date: Tuesday, January 21, 1992 11:23pm Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 432078 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Not a Dream... (Copy by Dti) (3 replies) She came back to me, sweet like in a dream, smiling in a way that made her features hazy and warm. She embraced me before I had my hand off the doorknob, her opened arms becoming snug bonds around my waist as she said my name and told me she loved me. I looked past her into the hallway, but there was no one else there. My first instinct was to think I was being set up for an assault, but she came alone. "Can I come inside?" I let her in, closing and locking the door behind her. She complimented me on the way I had changed the place in her absence. Turned around with those killer eyes, gave me a smile I had not seen in years, tilted her head back, up on her toes, kissed me like I dimly remembered. She was nice, warm, felt good in my hands, my brains drained into my feet instantly. My cat noticed her presence and stood up on hind legs pawing her knees begging for her attention. She reached down for him, gave him a hug, too. There had been no forewarning of this visit, I had not heard from her in several months and had begun to dream of her. I only dream of them when they are absoluely gone dead forever, never when actual contact is possible. She had apparently returned from the dead. She wore tight black jeans, white turtleneck no bra nipples prominent. Short white fuck me boots with heels. Her hair was still blue black. She was a dream come alive. She went over to the couch sat right down and I was really wondering what in hells name she had up her sleeve. There had to be a trick. Remember the old Charlie Brown cartoon, it ran every fall. Lucy wanted Charlie to kick a football she held in place. Every time this had happened in the past, Charlie had run up to the ball full tilt no control and of course at the final possible minute she would swipe the ball away and old baldie flew up in the air landed on his ass much to her amusement. I always remember this cartoon, it has never failed me. I stood there like a tall bit of vegetation for awhile, wierd grin on my face wondering wondering why she came back after no contact, out of a clear black sky matches my heart of course. She beckoned me to sit down next to her. Oh, what the fuck, I did it. She started to talk just like in the old good days a million years ago, all the hurt began to dissolve and the defense with it. My mistrust echoed more faintly in the hidden recesses of my mind as she reached out put a warm paw on my thigh. It doesn't take much, let me tell you. I had been sitting here for months typing wierd shit and jerking off at the definably impossible dreams that god crafts special to siff me at every turn and it felt like years thousands of them since I had been touched. I sort of fell. On her. She accepted me the first time since June 6 1990 a historical moment for sure to be hard carved in the facade of the Fortress of Solitude. As we kissed groping each other more like sixteen yearolds than the long dead souls that we were the last time I could remember, I decided that she was not actually there, just another hallucination, like the Razor Chick and Sheri. This decision made everything else much easier. You know how when you are in a dream, the dream is noticeably unreal yet it can be very amusing so you lay back and give in to the illusion? There was no way in the real world of three dimensions that she would have come back, less possibility that it would have been alone and with no malice, and absolutely no fucking way in hld have shown to provide me with sorely needed amour. So. Fine, this is a fake. A real good fake, though. Felt everything and the taste was as I remembered it dimly. I will spare you the gory details. I woke up the next afternoon still unemployed and no different in any way. I always wake up slow, in definite stages of consciousness. First, the awareness of an erection. Second, a general warmth. Third is almost always the realization of a definite need to urinate. The sole reason I did not jerk off again, next, was the sensation of warm dampness surrounding me in the mattress. Goddamn cat! I never piss the fucking bed, but he had become strange and I would not put it past him. Fucking cat! My eyes were still closed. I reached outwards, fingering the mattress around me. The blankets were a mess, all over the place. The wetness was all around me, except for the outer edge of the mat between me and the floor. There seemed to be pooled liquid towards the center. I grew a fear, cold dead fear like the fear known by brainless fish when the scent of shark is noticed. I groped on. Felt like rubber. Cool and wet, slippery towards the undersides. Fingers found an opening in it. The orifice was unnaturally large. So were her pupils, huge and round black flattened and dead as Jesus. This was not me. I loved her, love her still, this was not me, I love her, loved her always. She was made by god direct for me, by my design, I did not do these things, I love her, I loved her, I always will. It was no dream. I loved her for ever, she had gone forever, perfectly preserved in silver nitrate by a process initially patented by Eastman Kodak. I did nothing. It was not her, it was something else, she was made for me, I loved her and she fell off of the side of the earth, it was not her. Not her. I loved her, I love her for ever. No jesus it was not her in my bed. -|--- Date: Wednesday, January 5, 1994 10:07pm Forum: Sikfux From: Murray Altman Msg#: 437282 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: beautiful imbecile File: 437282.ATT (Fw by Sysop) Attached is a text file that will disturb some but the writing is very polished and the story is not unbelievable. Date: Wednesday, January 19, 1994 11:51am Forum: Sikfux From: Peter-noel Msg#: 440581 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Pete's Absconded Top Ten List. (Copy by Lythande) (3 replies) TOP TEN WORST THINGS To Hear at the TATTOO PARLOR 10. "EAGLE? I thought you said BEAGLE." 9. "WE're all out of red, so I used pink." 8. "There are 2 O's in Bob, right?" 7. "Sorry, sir, your chest will only hold the bottle dinghy." 6. "That call was for you. Hope you meet someone else named Tahiti Sweetie." 5. "Gosh, I hate it when I get the hiccups." 4. "Anything else you want to say? You've got plenty of room back here." 3. "I'll bet you can't tell I've never done this before." 2 "The flag's all done and, you know, the folds of fat make a nice waving effect." AND THE 1# WORST THING TO HEAR AT THE TATTOO PARLOR IS: 1. "OOPS!" Date: Sunday, February 6, 1994 11:03pm Forum: Sikfux From: Hairball Msg#: 445499 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: music in sikfux (1 reply) {{~r{{bund and enjoy listening to myself, although the song is in german, i will also put the lyrics in english, sitting here bored silly in my room, i have this silly urge to do SOMETHING, so why not place lyrics in the sikfux sig, eh? read and enjoy, i hope... HAUS DER LUEGE -------------- erstes geschoss: hier leben die blinden die glauben was sie sehen und die tauben die glauben was sie hoeren... festgebunden auf einem kuechenhocker sitzt ein irrer, der glaubt alles was er anfassen kann (seine haende liegen im schoss) ZWEITES GESCHOSS: rolle fuer rolle bahn fuer bahn rauhfaser tapeziert einzelne mieter stehen herum betrachten die waende aufmerksam suchen druck-und rechtschreibfehler koennten nicht mal ihren namen entziffern AUF INS NAECHSTE GESCHOSS: welches, oh wunder!, nie fertiggestellt nur ueber die treppe erreicht werden kann-- hier lagern irrtuemer, die gehoeren der firma damit kacheln sie die boeden an die darf keiner ran VIERTES GESCHOSS: hier wohnt der architekt er geht auf in seinem plan dieses gebaeude steckt voller ideen es reicht von funda- bis bis firmament und vom fundament bis zur firma IM ERDGESCHOSS: befinden sich vier tueren die fueren direkt ins freie oder besser gesagt: in den grundstein da kann warten wer will um zwoelf kommt beton grundsteinlego! gedankeng aenge, sind gestrichen in kopfhoehe braun infam katholisch violett zur besseren orientierung DACHGESCHOSS: es hat einen schaden im dasitzt ein alter mann auf dem boden tote engel verstreut (deren gesichter sehen ihm aehnlich) zwischen den knien haelt er ein gewehr er zielt auf seinen mund und in den schaedel durch den schaedel und aus dem schaedel heraus in den dachfirst DRINGT DAS GESCHOSS gott hat sich erschossen ein s wird ausgebaut gott hat sich ein dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut Luege Luege ein dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut........... HOUSE OF LIES ------------- first floor: here live the blind who believe what they see and the deaf who believe what they hear bound and gagged to kitchen stool sits a fool, who believes in all he can feel (his hands on his lap) SECOND FLOOR: roll after roll length after length in woodchip wallpaper lone tenants stand around obseg t observing the walls w/ frowns looking for ing and spelling mistakes{ they couldn't even decipher their own names UP TO THE NEXT FLOOR: which, oh wonder!, never complete can only be reached by the stairs here are stored errors which belong to the firm and w/ which they tile the floors upon these none may tread FOURTH FLOOR: here lives the architect immersed in his plan of this building crammed w/ ideas it stretches from funda to firmament and from its foundations to the firm IN THE GROUND FLOOR: there are four doors they lead directly out-of-doors or more precisely: to the corner stone he who wants to can wait there the concrete's coming at twelve corner-stone lego thought passages are painted over in head-height brown infamous or catholic purple for better orientation TOP FLOOR: has some damage in the rafters and old man sits dead angels are strewn across the floor (their faces resemble his) between his kneest( he{h^ knees he holds a gun{_9 betweebn his knees he holds a gu{ he aims it at his mout{zV and into the skull and out of the skull's other side into the roof's apex drills that bullet god haxDi]d shot himself now a top floor can be renovated god has shot himself now a top floor can be ren{vated LIES LIES a top floor can be renovated... note: would have been real joyous and nifty if i didn't have so much fucking line noise....... Date: Monday, February 7, 1994 11:35pm Forum: Sikfux From: Hairball Msg#: 445923 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: more music for sikfux all around sitting here, can't seem to fall asleep... and i need to wake up at 5:45am tomorrow. i'm crazy, but ah well... music lyrics i find to be mind revolting perhaps, mind boggling, things one can decipher into their own kind of mental language...... FIAT LUX -------- Hoer mich nur atmen doch das beweist nichts inmitten meiner kreise doch deren mitte bin ich nicht regungslos wartend wartend wenn du kommst, kommst du mit licht du kommst strahlend zehrst meinen schatten auf zaehlst meine kerben und schlaegst mich auf oeffnest mein versteck und liest mich laut damit auch ICH MICH HOEREN KANN wenn du gehst, fragst du: wer von uns beiden glaubst du? ist der geliebte? wer von uns ist der geliebte? FIAT LUX -------- just listen to me breathe but that proves nothing in the middle of my circles but their centre i am not motionless waiting waiting when you come, you'll come with light you'll come radiant you devour my shadows count my notches and open me up open my sanctum and read me out loud so that I TOO CAN HEAR MYSELF when you leave, you'll ask: which one of us do you believe is the beloved? which one is the beloved? wow, what one can do with lyrics in front of them and the inability to fall asleep at a given time... Date: Tuesday, February 8, 1994 12:29am Forum: Sikfux From: Hairball Msg#: 445954 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: for the sikfux of music, part II (1 reply) yes, i am still bored... this one i will type in english, too much to write in german, too... FEURIO ------ by means of pressure and body warmth out of our confusion comes a nuclear fusion and a monster a monster a monstrous amount of energy's released it might be that it's useless but it quickens and if it quickens then what's to perish we concede is no mis-deed we're all agreed one more reason for feurio! marinus, marinus can you hear me? marinus it wasn't you it was king feurio! only half the world is teflon and asbestos the rest is burnable and it might be if ignited quite delightful to behold SUCH A BLAZE a blaze and all for king feurio! you are the light of the world within which we mix ourselves until one cannot determine- who...who? then we have determined ARE DETERMINED easily enflamed and explosive insatiable when aroused for king feurio! Date: Thursday, November 18, 1993 12:16pm Forum: Sikfux From: Kamakazi Munchkin Msg#: 446181 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Jurassic Prick Insurance Co. 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Date: Monday, February 21, 1994 2:52am Forum: Sikfux From: Dti Msg#: 450564 To: Hairball *EXEMPT* Re: chained to the railing in a subway car (Fw by Lythande, Reply to #449991, Reply to #448328, Rep*) (1 reply) I ignore cattle as well. Even in my hah ha officual capacity even in the dim futurte capacity. Imagine seeing cows on the train. You just know goddamn well they didnt pay their fare. Go up say You Got ID? and they just look at you blank bovine gleeping orb stare, they dont even have pockets, got no ID, who wants to spend sixteen hours doing a Jon Doe on a fucking cow for beatin the fare? So they ride. They figure this shit out after awhile. Seeimmunity from prosecution. Get to smoking dope out of inch wide metal pipes right in front of the motorman and nothing can stop. Dye patterns in their hides similar by group association, become gangs rampant hooves clattering through the morning rush hour high as kites and no care. Total anarchy results. Snarled mass transit stuck in the tubes forever, spotted cows demanding governmental representation. I too have better things to consider than the death of western civilisation secondary to improbable bovine rebellion. Like you especially lately under the random flash of the sputtering cabyard illumination shifts through my windows here where you are from time to time so fine Date: Monday, March 7, 1994 11:16pm Forum: Sikfux From: Hairball Msg#: 456124 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Die Musik Deines Futurs bored again, damn, what the hell? well, i could always sit in my living room and be bombarded with questions from the family, but naaaaah... i'll sit here and write endless babble, especially type out song lyrics i find to be rather amusing and inneresting to fumble upon... this one is entitled Heresy... he sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see he tries to tell me what i put inside of me he's got the answers to ease my curiosity he dreamed a god up and called it christianity your god is dead and no one cares if there is a hell i will see you there he flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line he made a virus that would kill off all the swine his perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain demands devotion atrocities done in his name your god is dead and no one cares drowning in his own hypocrisy and if there is a hell i will see you there burning with your god in humility will you die for this? (of course, i did not write this myself, thank Trent Reznor for this one-- and at least this one's in English... heh heh heh) Date: Monday, March 7, 1994 11:42pm Forum: Sikfux From: Hairball Msg#: 456125 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: and now, Denis Leary (1 reply) Asshole ------- folks, i'd like to sing a song about the american dream. about me. about you. about the way our american hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. about the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. maybe in the liver. maybe in the kidneys. maybe in the colon we don't know. i'm just a regular joe with a regular job i'm your average white suburbanite slob i like football and porno and books about war i've got an average house with a nice hardwood floor my wife and my job, my kids and my car my feet on my table, and a cuban cigar but sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no) no way (uh-uh) no, i've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense (oh yeah) yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah i drive real slow in the ultrfast lane while people behind me are going insane i'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)