cross stitch it bitch

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

Hey, you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning, wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work at C&A's, because that's what they expect
Move to Lingerie, and take a feel off Joe the storeman

Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain because she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
Because you can't afford a blazer, girl, you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of English gets you, asks you, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside"
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right

Waiting and forgetting

“I’ve been waiting for you.”
She grasps his hand and leads him into the dimly lit room. Her cave of seduction. She has played this moment out in her mind over and over. Imagining possible beginnings middles and finales. Now its time for the real thing. No more run throughs or dress rehearsals. Just her body, against his.

He swallows hard, and prays she doesn’t notice how sweaty his hands are. He thought about staying home tonight, telling her he was tied up at work. So terrified of what might happen. Swell- too late now. Oh shit… he thinks, she looks delicious. She smells like sweat and spring time. She leads his hands towards her hips. He can feel ever curve through the silk scrap of a slip. Every inch of her is in his hands.

She turns and pushes herself against a wall, inviting him to run his hands over her submissive form.
Oh god… oh fucking shit…
She is already pulsing and drenched by the time his brings his mouth to hers.

Their lips touch briefly, a quick caress. Once more. Twice more. Soft like the first time. Testing the waters. Then she dares and darts her tongue into his mouth. Driven by madness or ecstasy that’s all he needs. His tongue pushes against hers in a slow tango. She bites his bottom lip gently pushing his madness further tapping into his primal urges, they silently scream, more, more, more.

He stands at full attention as she wraps her leg around him and pulls him towards her. One-hand holds her ass the other holds her arms above her head. She moans softly as he runs a cool tongue down the length of her neck. He can’t remember his lame excuse for not wanting to come over. She can’t think of what she had planned next. They melt into forgetting.

Rene and Claire

Their fingers are laced together palm to palm.
Their free hands roam each other.

“You smell so good.”
“You smell so sweet.”

Their bodies blush with heat.
Cheek to cheek. Hip to hip. Belly to belly. Body to soul.

Claire’s eyes, soft and blue, look deep into Rene’s, dark and ____.
Rene runs her free hand down Claire’s side feeling ever inch of her goose-fleshed skin, drinking up the map of her body. Claire plays connect the dots with Rene’s freckled shoulders. Rene’s hand rests on Claire’s hip and slyly slides a finger into the elastic waistband of her panties, Claire’s eyes widen. Her lids close quietly and she surrenders herself to Rene’s sweet touch.

Rene pushes her way down the back of the lavender cotton briefs squeezing Claire’s ass while listening to her heavy breathing. Claire pushes her cunt into Rene feeling the uncontrollable pulse inside her, begging for satisfaction. Rene presses closer and slides her finger into Claire’s throbbing cunt. She salivates over the warm wet inviting caress her fingers receive.

Fuck she feels so perfect in my hands.
Claire sighs something holy.

Rene pushes in and out focusing on the rhythmic timing of her tongue circling inside Claire’s mouth. Her pace is slow, deliberate, and cruel. Claries body writhes under Rene’s hands. She lays on her back and watches Rene slide down her stomach, one finger climbs to Claire’s lips she sucks the tip in an unspoken order. Rene removes Claire’s scanties with ease letting them hang off her foot. She inserts another finger and moves vigorously. Rene watches Claire suck her fingers and shudder with pleasure. Claire moans and sighs, so close she thinks.

Rene feels Claire clamp around the fingers inside her. Rene grins and flicks her tongue over Claire’s clit, salty sweet. Her tongue pushes to and fro making Claire spasm and shout “I’m coming... I’m c-c-c-c-c….”

Rene’s eyes widen and her heart jumps as Claire gushes forth the juice of her cunt onto her lips and fingers.

They both take the lords name in vain.

Menstruation Contemplation

I like the way my blood stains the toilet bowl when I let it flow free from my keeper.

A rubber chalice filled with my shredded insides. My blood sacrifice to the sewers.

My womb bleeding inside me.
My womb raging against me because I have failed to provide it with a child to nurture.

“Another month without a purpose,” my uterus weeps, “another four weeks of being empty, barren and useless- you bitch.”

My body might be unhappy and upset, crying its bloody tears.
Twisting and punishing me with cramps and insatiable hunger for my misdeed.
My decision not to breed.

But- I am happy. I’ve no fetus to feed.
I am cheered by the sloppy, sticky, thick, dark, beet red spilling into still clear water sliding down the rim leaving an inky streak of myself.

A stain of my failure to abide by my bodies primordial need to breed.
Its passion for procreation.

Each menstruation cycle is my own personal rebellion against what I am supposed to do.

AYE AYE AYE AYE

I wish my new kitty would love me.

Blow up your TV.

My arms hurt.

More scribbles and doodles to come soon.

An email to my father

Hallä Poppa!

I am doing home work at the apartment one of Mom's laptops.

Anna has taken the desk for her workspace. Perfectly sensible. So I have been moving around the house trying to find a steady place to work. The bed, the couch, the armchair. While they do the trick I can't help but keep repeating: "Where's a surface when you need one!"


Kramar!


+EmmaKarin




oh yeah you need one
http://www.edgeblur.com/surface.html

Dawn Of Humans

All eyes are on them
All conversations are silenced
The prophet's eyes are clenched tight, sweat makes tears
It's too hot to wear a shirt- everyone is drenched
They look like primal warriors
Thrashing, jumping, swaying
Shaking and praying in a furious trance.



FURIOUS BODIES
SWEATY FACES
TORN TEE-SHIRTS
BLOODY BROWS
BROKEN TEETH
SCARS OF WAR
BATTERED KNUCKLES
TWISTED BODIES
DIRTY HAIR
SMELLY PITS
RUNNING INTO WALLS
SLAMMING BODIES
KISS THE FLOOR
SMASH YOUR FACE
BREAK YOUR FINGERS
RIP YOUR JEANS
SCREAM TILL YOU CHOKE
DANCE AROUND THE FIRE
PRAY FOR THUNDER

RIP Dainty June

"When Mama gets married I'll jump in the air and give all my toe shoes to you! I'll get all these ribbons out of my hair and once and for all I'll get Mama out too!"

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/03/29/AR2010032903537.html