I’m taking a poll, vote, guess ….
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Originally posted by Mercury:
[b]Not sure myself…
All I have to say is
Lost souls
Exquisite corpse
and
Drawing blood
are all FANTASTIC books!!!!!!!![/b]
Hey !!! Mercury!!! I finally found someone who likes Poppy Brites rather twisted books!!! Have you read “Wormwood” ,”Are You Lonesome Tonight” Or “The Crow, Lazerus Heart” ?? There Great ones by her as well try them out if you haven’t read them yet…. It might be easier to get them online them at the local bookstore…. try [url=http://www.amazon.com]www.amazon.com[/url] or [url=http://www.bn.com]www.bn.com[/url] if you need some place to go….
there all very good!!! E-mail me if you have any info ok?? Its great finding some one who can stand reading this great lady… My friends want to retch when I read some of this stuff to them… but I think it’s great !!! Any way bye everyone!! Lov ya all!!
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“to err is human” or is it “the air is human” ?? matt Gideon “Crusade”
“Look for me by the moonlight-
Watch for me by moonlight-
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight,
though Hell should bar the way”
——-The Highwayman
Excerpt from “Exquisite Corpse” by Poppy Brite
“Late in the year,New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quaters, Jay and Tran blossomed like the giant stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-petals, a jubliee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies. …Their faces, c**** and B**** grew into shapeless masses of blackened flesh. Swollen tongues like ball gags forced their jaws wide. Organs tumbled out of their bodies like distended winebags. From their decomposition rose wisps of steam and soft wet sounds of gaseous intimacy….Tran fell out of his binding straps and melted slowly into Jay’s ribcage. A large, faintly iridescent stain ate up the concrete floor around them. Their eyes were black caverns.They gave birth to worms, generation after generation, until their bodies were covered as if in a living blanket. Soon they were picked clean, their bones an ivory sculpture-puzzle shining in the dark, waiting to tell their mute love story.