Message-ID: <25704asstr$965639404@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "seanfarragher" <seanfarragher@email.msn.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <NEBBKECCNOEJHMGPDAFHAEHJCGAA.seanfarragher@email.msn.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain;
charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
X-Priority: 3 (Normal)
X-MSMail-Priority: Normal
X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400
Importance: Normal
Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Billy Reese and DeSade Part III
Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 05:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25704>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, english, gill-bates
From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon (updated August 1, 2000)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
1042Xfrom999XBillyResse&DeSade
Gainesville, Florida 1976
Strung between garbage dumps (which you could not see but
sometimes smelled) and lake marsh, over growth from river,
which gurgled silly like a small infant full of teat, the
ache of the land marked its residence with an ordinary black
tedium that covered child and adults with buried guilt and
repressed faked lives that mimics sexual longing. Inside
their aches one could find all the digits of dice never fixed
by choice or even fate.
Why does the absence of land, or its possession, fork lives?
Good question, Laurie thought years later when she looked
back at her early life before Ariel and the kids died in the
fire she accidentally set, as Laurie wrote in her De Sade
paper, "to unbalance her sister and Billy. I hated that he
never touched her like he did the others (including the
boys). Yet, as he often said, mumbling her name, he would
touch me imagining I was her. He always confused my name with
hers. I realized years later that I was identical with her,
and after her death he didn't hate me but loved me almost
like he did her."
No one cared in the "tar pits" as the place was called.
Abandoned trailers, stolen electric from long spools of wire,
and niggers and white folk, still caged separate in distinct
poor mouth lines in this no man's land who gives a fuck
please.
What Billy and Helena did made no matter, as they said. Pay
it no mind, you hear, the old black woman sang, just minds
your business and no one can get hurt, that is what's smart.
Helena fell in love with the accident of white trash
Gainesville, certainly not the man at first who she thought
too simple although handsome. Momma always said, "that man
was too tied up in trying to be bad, but he wasn't. That is
what's sad. Mama didn't know Billy, or she never looked at
the ruin that flowed in his wake.
Part IV, V, VI, VII, VIII will be posted this week. Thanks
More American Adventures in erotica
and other works by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+