“Heels and red lipstick will put the fear of god into people.” -Dita Von Teese
Just stumbled across this gorgeous photo series:
Hi kids. How ya doing? It’s time for some flash fiction and a little bit of poetry. This first piece comes from a friend of mine over at fictionmostly.com and it’s titled:
her slingshot legs
I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs.
“Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said.
She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”
After we fed one another, she turned and faced the wall. She would sleep soon. “Lock the screen door, too,” she said. And I did. And on the way to my car, I saw the same cat as always, a little mountain dividing the road. I waved and it didn’t wave back, but we had an understanding — visit its neighborhood, yes, but live here — never.
-Tommy Tung
And because breakups inspire [terrible?] poetry I give you:
donuts and Woody Harrelson
I saw the best minds of my generation
Get the shit kicked out of them by love
Strong weary men
Crumpled and whimpering, wailing
The names of their odd bedfellows
turned to ash on their tongues
My name
I did this
I did this
I broke you
You held my heart in your hands
and I took yours between my teeth
I broke you
You broke me too
But I tasted it first
And now I’m nothing but a tourist
And all the weed is gone
(You never liked my smoke)
And I’m sleeping to dream about
threesomes with hot bitches
and Woody Harrelson?
Woody fucking Harrelson!
Damn you HBO
Damn you San Francisco
I can’t decide if I’m hot or cold or dead
I never needed a sugar daddy
But I had you and our warm bed
where we fucked and watched
critically acclaimed dramas together
#houseofcards #FUtoo
The tears won’t come anymore
and I still need a release
50 shades of literary monstrosity won’t cut it
I can’t come
I can’t cry
I just ate nine Krispy Kremes
(classic, glazed)
And it’s too early in the morning for self loathing
“Just as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you”
Well call me motherfucking Jesus.
I wish I was still in your bed