jamin_law (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jamin_law) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} alien_suicide,@ 2004-08-01 01:58:00 |
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CHAPTER 25: TECHNO HEARTBEAT
Eve was thump-thump-thumping the living room with all the equipment she hooked up. She was playing two pieces of vinyl and trying to match the beats. It sounded like she was pulling it off. She didn’t have it too loud- Crystal was on the couch and Cricket was in her bedroom, and they were both sleeping. But a thump is a thump.
She whirled one of the records, making what I can only describe as a sound of pleasant unpleasantness, and immediately cut its volume, making a complete transfer from one song to another. For what I understand of her, that was the first time she ever tried to mix records and match beats. That’s incredible. It isn’t easy to do.
“You see, what I want to do, is spin hard techno, but pitch it up and make it almost like really hard and repetitive trance, and then do mind bending smashes like that,” she said. I sort of knew what she was talking about, and sort of didn’t. I was just happy that she was talking to me. She was keyed up on what she was doing, and seemed to have lost a few inhibitions. She was smiling too. I made a big effort to sound enthusiastic for her, because I wanted to be, but I had to make an effort because I was sucked into what I was doing just like she was. I pulled off an encouraging comment and smiled, and she smiled back... And then I went back to what I was finding immediately addicting.
…
My skin changes color as the computer monitor flashes all sorts of images at me. There is so much flesh on here… faces and faces… a puppet show… mommy porn.
I keep clicking the mouse and I keep seeing more meat. Dating services, personal websites, porn sites… teeth, hair, smiles, and hope… love me, pay attention to me, cum on my face.
Thump- thump- thump.
Girls do it anywhere. Girls do it on the farm. They do it in the bathroom. They do it to themselves and you can watch. They’ll do anything. Put it anywhere. Hot. Wet. Throbbing. Hot. Wet. Throbbing.
Thump- thump- thump.
Wheels of meat just whirl into my eyes. It hypnotizes me and I grow hungrier and hungrier. I am carnivorous. I want this blood. I want this meat. I become a vampire, hunting people in the stark night of cyberspace.
Thump- thump- thump.
Your love is watching flickering lights just like you. You can search within 100 miles, 50 miles, 10 miles… height, race, color of hair, color of eyes, body type, smoker or non, religion, party or occasional drinker, financial class… Whether you want marriage, a commitment, dating, or something casual… whether you’re looking for a partner or you’re a couple looking for a playmate… there’s a search engine out there just for you. And if the results come up empty, you can always go back to the ass-to-mouth Latina water sluts.
Thump- thump- thump.
Let this flesh rot inside of me. Let the blood dry on my face. Let me watch the whole world jack off to my mommy giving head.
Thump- thump- thump.
…
I went into the wrong bedroom, as I meant to. The shades were drawn, but the morning daylight managed to leak through the edges. I stared at Cricket for what was probably a very long time. The time that I had spent standing over her suddenly hit me, and I felt a rush of panic that she might be faking her sleep, and that she was aware of me. I moved away from her, and took off most of my clothes, and I crawled into bed with her.
I wanted her. I wanted to feel primal pleasure. I wanted to consume her. But instead I spooned her for comfort. She shifted at my touch to be receptive to my embrace. She felt good. I wanted her, but I let it go. I couldn’t use her for her body every time I was hungry, although I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. I just know that in the back of mind that I’m not someone who could be her life partner. I’m not gay, or at least, I’m not gay the way she is. I still want that nuclear dream- a husband, two kids, a big house, and an SUV. And I know that I won’t always be there for her in this physical sense, and that is a Pandora Box that I want to keep closed. So I cuddled with her, and she felt good.
But in my dreams… in my dreams it didn’t matter… and I had a splendid time.
And from the other room… thump- thump- thump.
Eve was thump-thump-thumping the living room with all the equipment she hooked up. She was playing two pieces of vinyl and trying to match the beats. It sounded like she was pulling it off. She didn’t have it too loud- Crystal was on the couch and Cricket was in her bedroom, and they were both sleeping. But a thump is a thump.
She whirled one of the records, making what I can only describe as a sound of pleasant unpleasantness, and immediately cut its volume, making a complete transfer from one song to another. For what I understand of her, that was the first time she ever tried to mix records and match beats. That’s incredible. It isn’t easy to do.
“You see, what I want to do, is spin hard techno, but pitch it up and make it almost like really hard and repetitive trance, and then do mind bending smashes like that,” she said. I sort of knew what she was talking about, and sort of didn’t. I was just happy that she was talking to me. She was keyed up on what she was doing, and seemed to have lost a few inhibitions. She was smiling too. I made a big effort to sound enthusiastic for her, because I wanted to be, but I had to make an effort because I was sucked into what I was doing just like she was. I pulled off an encouraging comment and smiled, and she smiled back... And then I went back to what I was finding immediately addicting.
…
My skin changes color as the computer monitor flashes all sorts of images at me. There is so much flesh on here… faces and faces… a puppet show… mommy porn.
I keep clicking the mouse and I keep seeing more meat. Dating services, personal websites, porn sites… teeth, hair, smiles, and hope… love me, pay attention to me, cum on my face.
Thump- thump- thump.
Girls do it anywhere. Girls do it on the farm. They do it in the bathroom. They do it to themselves and you can watch. They’ll do anything. Put it anywhere. Hot. Wet. Throbbing. Hot. Wet. Throbbing.
Thump- thump- thump.
Wheels of meat just whirl into my eyes. It hypnotizes me and I grow hungrier and hungrier. I am carnivorous. I want this blood. I want this meat. I become a vampire, hunting people in the stark night of cyberspace.
Thump- thump- thump.
Your love is watching flickering lights just like you. You can search within 100 miles, 50 miles, 10 miles… height, race, color of hair, color of eyes, body type, smoker or non, religion, party or occasional drinker, financial class… Whether you want marriage, a commitment, dating, or something casual… whether you’re looking for a partner or you’re a couple looking for a playmate… there’s a search engine out there just for you. And if the results come up empty, you can always go back to the ass-to-mouth Latina water sluts.
Thump- thump- thump.
Let this flesh rot inside of me. Let the blood dry on my face. Let me watch the whole world jack off to my mommy giving head.
Thump- thump- thump.
…
I went into the wrong bedroom, as I meant to. The shades were drawn, but the morning daylight managed to leak through the edges. I stared at Cricket for what was probably a very long time. The time that I had spent standing over her suddenly hit me, and I felt a rush of panic that she might be faking her sleep, and that she was aware of me. I moved away from her, and took off most of my clothes, and I crawled into bed with her.
I wanted her. I wanted to feel primal pleasure. I wanted to consume her. But instead I spooned her for comfort. She shifted at my touch to be receptive to my embrace. She felt good. I wanted her, but I let it go. I couldn’t use her for her body every time I was hungry, although I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. I just know that in the back of mind that I’m not someone who could be her life partner. I’m not gay, or at least, I’m not gay the way she is. I still want that nuclear dream- a husband, two kids, a big house, and an SUV. And I know that I won’t always be there for her in this physical sense, and that is a Pandora Box that I want to keep closed. So I cuddled with her, and she felt good.
But in my dreams… in my dreams it didn’t matter… and I had a splendid time.
And from the other room… thump- thump- thump.
