Message-ID: <40004asstr$1040515807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <sfarragher@nj.rr.com> From: "Sean Farragher" <sfarragher@nj.rr.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <DAEAJLKEENNEGEBLGNPHIEPHCPAA.sfarragher@nj.rr.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 14:08:18 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: One Myth and then Others (poem from the Books of Joss) Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 19:10:07 -0500 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/Year2002/40004> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate FROM THE BOOKS OF JOSS One Myth & then Others (c) 2002 Sean Farragher http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss http://seanfarragher.com http://seanfarragher.com/TxM6 One Myth & then others; murder never recorded -- whispered by Joss to Jacob her child by last sun: We are incest my love, have no other frame. Inside we widen -- that is where it began with half earth rises. Nothing's quiet with whole light unsettled speckled, dank in pubic hair & finger charade. Time has reason but no duration. I repeat that fact: false speed of light imperfectly binds sight and mouth Sex depends on mass and its delusion. Rust never began. Maple turns red -- inside flaws of my hand I claimed outer vein where inner gig bled with invisible stars as cunt of cunts as gig of She-la-na-gig. Fondled to nurse, nipples plucked, legends of atoms pressed blue milk stained sienna dress. Breasts were our nature. Listen, I am Joss, bled as the faker preached lead to gold and then isotopes of Cesium and Strontium Compulsion led anger; murder run away; I give death my mouth as strike before meteors split ice in metallic hue -- taste without spectra. In this cutout view we win to fuse more. fuck in murder of mass -- light not recorded. We were unfounded -- bundled together in our bed to union and orgasm saints heard when diddled in the rights of men and women rubbing birth stains clean. I am Joss you fuckers Make me come until we bleed. ### -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+