Lord above
all this knavish japery is distracting me quite
which David?
O Jac-kwees as in human jacks, see, toilet
db
----- Original Message -----
From: david.bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001 1:58 PM
Subject: Re: backchannel
> Who told you I was a clergyman? There's only ...
>
> Oh, I forgot:
>
> Speechless.
>
> Rev David J.Bircumshaw (D.D)
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Jacques Debrot <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001 1:23 PM
> Subject: backchannel
>
>
> Sister Candice likes to whip herself with knotted apron strings. She
> rebukes
> temptation against chastity by lying naked on cuttings from her garden's
> rosebushes. The dark thorns stick into skin red with infection. On her
> heart she's tatooed a Sacred Heart with blue ink and a hairpin. Rabbit
wire
> tied just below her sex binds together her thighs. She and I are putting
on
> a play and huge sheets of white cheesecloth are blowing around us. The
> title
> of this scene is: "She Lost Her Sense of Humor."
>
> Father David is punching himself in the head, sticking a finger up his
ass,
> or inside his stale mouth and with the same finger going through the
motions
> of shooting himself over and over again. Under his skin, he's an
overheated
> factory. He puts his mouth down on the labia of a toilet and humps cold
> porcelain. The title of this scene is: "He Lost His Mind."
>
|