Session Start: Mon Oct 15 05:51:32 2001
[05:51] *** Now talking in #yuletide
[05:51] *** Pia ([email protected]) has joined #yuletide
[05:53] *** Ezra is now known as Vernon
[05:53] *** Vernon changes topic to 'pavement rain-slick, shoes slapping on it in the crusty
glares of streetlights.'
[05:56] <Vernon> [& the door bangs shut with a crazy alarm whoop to it - dark, molasses-thick
eyes grin at her with wild abandon - the pavement is a slick tarrish concourse ahead of them,
and the way is lit with fizzling streetlights. the man in the liquor store is too fat for
pursuit, but vernon has in both fists expensive wines all mixed with cheap chardonnay. in
his right arm, a pinprick throb boils where speed slipped deliriously into his arterial tracks.
he lets a whoop fly loose and migrate into the night like myriads of scattered pigeons.]
[05:59] <Pia> [so to the tune of some eerie lullabye they're out on the sidewalk - Pia's jeans
are scuffing, her yellow hair is tossing, and the paper bags clutched in both hands are
pleasantly weighty with cash. her palms are sweaty. her heart strains against her ribcage,
shrieking protest and elation.] *god* i wanna fuck you, [she laughs, Pia's running. she
loves the noise of her boots.]
[06:02] <Vernon> [damned and alive, fluttering heart with the perilous murmur inside his
ribcage - a lub-dub-muh, lub-dub-muh - he shrieks back, wild dark hair kept beneath the knitted
winter hat - no masks, who needs them! the proprietor was blind!] FUCK ME! [strange and
linked in their odd running, converse slap slap slapping against the asphalt. houses fall
behind them in arrays of graffiti-mastered concrete and brick. the sidewalk begins to crack
in his side-vision, dark jeans haywire against pale legs beneath.] me AND my cheap fucking
chardonnay.. [bursting into song.] i'm giiiiving inn.. to you .. take me ..! undone! i'm
giving into you! [breathless laughter, rushes of odd wind.]
[06:06] <Pia> [the Impala was just around the corner. wasn't so smart to leave the old boat
out in the open and unlocked, but really and truly, who cared .. not Pia with the yellow hair
and the massive hazel eyes, not Pia with her eyebrow ring, not the robber with her bare navel.
she scuffed to the car, tore open the passenger door. tossing the outrageous paper bags into
the back seat, their necks pinched and wrinkled. she ducked in after them - crawling instead of sitting, laughing ludicrously loud. she loved the noise of her boots and the rattle of her ribcage, she loved how hard her nipples were and how good it was going to feel .. ] let's go, let's go .. [breath hissing in
her teeth, sordid.]
[06:09] <Vernon> [slamming into the driverside, filled with the absurd hallucinations of
way-past-midnight, glimmering apparitions thinning like mist around his mouth - the breath of
approaching winter, the past rains of shuddering, raped-woman autumn. no one would come -
surety was one of those things that came cheap with psilobycin. he turns and is feral at her
neck, suddenly, a mangy kiss shoved against the pale cusp of her throat - then there is a bang,
a rush, a flow of metal against searing heat, and the car jumps to reply.] whooooo-ee! [he
shrieks in yuletide jubilance.] merry fuckin' christmas! [perhaps trite. certainly apropos.
his grin stays. apocalyptically white teeth.]
[06:12] <Pia> [she covered the top of his hat with a hand, dug her fingernails into the knit
of it to scratch his scalp. holding his mouth to her neck while it was there, her teeth
turned against his temple - an equally mangy whisper, melting like saliva on his skin.] i
wanna go home. i want to see you naked. [he's lifting his head, she wants him to revv the
engine. she throws her head back, laughs at the vinyl celing - then goes about shoving her
hand shoving her hands into the waistband of his jeans.]
[06:15] <Vernon> bust one'a those motherfuckers open! [the sound is raucous, crow-like. the
wheel spins like roulette, like handgun chambers along his able hands, scarred knuckles and
all, maddeningly long fingers. the headlights sear along brick walls and illuminate sprawling
piles of snake-like graffiti multiple times. one hand. not two - the other reaches at the
radio, slamming a sudden explosion of heavy metal against the lid of the car. he roars madly
and screeches with a plume of rubber-odour down their home street. the apartment building,
near-deserted, looms like some scottish castle, just up the street.]
[06:17] <Pia> [greyish, the windows are like open eyes - her hands are warm and covered with
his sexy stink when she opens a bottle of some ignoble old wine - the cork pops and she
fantasizes about being drunk underneath him. a pull, red bittersweetness is dribbling down
her chin .. she sways with the car as they pull up to the curb, *just like riding a horse.* Pia hands him the bottle and crawls into the back seat, ass up, for the money bags.] merry fucking christmas. happy new fucking year. hellooooo rent money.
[06:20] <Vernon> [candlewax, gray eyes like standing alders on a lakeshore, but being burned
in some slow immolation of red bloodshot all along. *melted* candlewax. he slams the bottle
around, drenching his lips and shirtfront with the overspill. he looks, one hand coming
behind the driver's seat, the other swiftly delivering the asked-for slap to her ass. tight
sounding, reverberating like the snap of a rubber band through the car. the radio and car
throttle down, but ping about inwardly, anxious for the next driving of sexual experience - ]
gimme, [he demands, snickering, slamming the door wide. it breaks off and rusts with a shriek
to the road. he stares at it and begins laughing his ass off.] let's *go*!
[06:24] <Pia> [a squeaking, shrieking giggle as he smacks her ass - young, firm, small, the
ripple of force moves underneath her jeans. she's got the money in hand when she swings out
of the back door and onto the sidewalk, dizzy - intoxicated - thrilled, flushed. her mouth
crashes into his, distorting lips, more laughter rustling like crenolin.] let's go upstairs.
*god* you're beautiful!
[06:26] <Vernon> [wristgrabmouthturn - presslipshandnow. now now now now. there is near orgasm
on the sidewalk.] fucking christ, you're a goddamn christmas tree! [and slam slam
stairsdoorconcrete - thudding, slapping, shrieking, all echhoic like that ominous third
heartbeat locked in his odd chest. hallways whiz by .. then the door of rancour, slit wide
like a murder, entering like gastric acid .. still dragging her behind, wine bottle in other
hand lifted like triumph - salute.] GOOOD NIGHT HOLLYWOOD! [door wide open he yanks her in and
slams the door behind, deadbolt engaged with a gargoyle-tongueclick.]
[06:29] <Pia> [her body throws him against the door, paper bags meeting the fake Asian carpet
in the front hallway with a satisfying crackle-thump. her fingers are working at his
onebutton, yanking down his zipper, feverish and clumsy.] i loved it. i loved your voice.
kiss me again, [she breathed like a brand-new whore against his chin and underneath, her
face turned up.]
[06:31] <Vernon> [winking. pious and madonna like. sanctimony and parsimony all encased in
the stolen ambience of their apartment. ravenous and forlorn, fingers dextrously at her
earlobe, tugging, ripping then down at her sides, shirt unfloating above his hands. pants.
fingers inserted like flipping a top to a sodacan, the button pops off and the zipper must
follow, eventually. surprise! he's gone commando. a low, breathy cackle slides out as he
mashes her head to his chest, inhaling of her hair, racking it suddenly in like odd
marijuana-smoke, kissing again and again - if it can even be called kissing.] god! [muffled.]
kill me or fuck me as hard as you'd fuck .. dicaprio!
[06:34] <Pia> i don't want him i want you .. i want *you* with your fuck you and your give me
the fucking money .. [she said against his chest and against his shirt, muffled, suffocating
in a lovely way .. and oh, he knew her ears and he knew her hair smelled like sweat and
strawberries .. she gathered him up, one hand for his cock and the other for his balls - the
pad of her thumb stroked his head like a texture-obsessive strokes velvet.]
[06:37] <Vernon> [and his throat is a bloody iris, coughing up the scarlet of moans and
panoplies of butterfly-winged madness. he moves, head slammed against the door and breaks
away from her teasing hands, running full leap - somehow sneakers roiling off like disgusted
snakes.. slamming onto the squeak of a twin-bed mattress having gone unsheeted since last
laundry day - a month ago. he is standing up on it, beckoning her with a medusa-grin on his
layered face.] down, [he motions with a long index finger, and at that, he releases his pants.
no michaelangelo's david is he - he is much more endowed, and much more willing. the greasy
grin never drops.]
[06:40] <Pia> [her mouth on him is sloppy and wet, first tight and fisted, then loose - her
fingers are restless, pressing up his balls, a pinky finger pushed past the tight ring of his
asshole and up. writhing while her tongue writhes, while hips writhe. her moans buzz around
him, hummingbird soft and just that quick. she bounces to make the boxspring shriek again.]
[06:43] <Vernon> [suddenly slow, suddenly not so overly frantic, and lays atop her as some sort
of conquering god, as some nordic priest accepting the virginal sacrifice - (though yet no
virgin is she) - and no, does he merely insert? no, he shoves, and jams, and lays atop her
halfnakedness, tongue a maddened slug of cold moisture up and down her jawline and face - he
is inebriated,a shakespearean thespian with the command of hamlet at the tip of his dick -
jamming, again and again, thrusting as a flower would to open, knocking against her red door - ]
moan, moan, baby, croon croon a hush.. a bye .. tune..! croon.. as the moon.. goes bye!
[06:46] <Pia> do it .. oh god .. make me poetry .. while you fuck me .. doit .. [her heels
thumping timpany against his cheeks, fingers groping across his upper arms, reaching across
his back, squeezing his face so that his mouth puckered. she rolled up, up, her thighs are
pulling her hole into every shove .. juicy clicks, the smell of it billows.]
[06:48] <Vernon> [and to that end regard, with the sound of plaster falling all around and the
shrieking of the end of the world like schizophrenic seagulls all around them, he screams - ]
and your cunt is a fucking masterpiece, a pic.. ass.. o.. a mondrian, all those.. *lines*!
lines lines lines lines! [and a whiteflourish of tobeornotbe plunges swirlwise out of him, a
tagalong part of his being, rushing into her with the stilted flavour of psilobycin, of his
infectious deliria - ] and ciiiiiiircles, all ringed round the rosy moon!
[06:51] <Pia> lines - lines - fuck - lines! [she said with him, against his neck, yellow hair
clinging to her cheeks in sweaty ribbons - ] uuuuhhhhh*vernon* - [she grinned ecstacy and
threw her chin into it, backward, arching into him - her pussy pulled every drop, milked him,
gaped and was a pitcher for every o'erhangingfirmament.] you smell like love. you smell like christmas morning. [she panted.]
[06:53] <Vernon> [and it was so fretted with those lines of exhaust, of red cracks in sidewalks,
bleeding like maddened puppydog leashes - he falls, expletives rocketing from his raw lips in
every direction - ] aaaaaaa.. hamlet, my god, my saviour - mrs. fucking haskell, thank you! [a
praise to a highschoolenglish teacher after sex. the woman must be rolling in her grave. he
turns to her. armageddon-inducing pain teeth grin.] pinetree pia. pia jesu, domine! fucking
requiem aeternam.. [his arms wrap about her like tangling ribbons of thin white, encased inside
bone with only the strips of muscle from manual labour of pasttime.] pinetree pia, spinning pastel ornament. [he exhaled blue against her pale cheek.] god, i love you.
[06:57] <Pia> [she was clinging to him like rainribbons on a windowpane, just that crystalline
.. flowered red, her skin is the vintage, every outbreath from his lungs is a cinnamon
flavoured mouth to hold her .. she spreads kisses on his neck, tastes his sweat, mantles him
in yellow hair.] et lux .. lux aeterna .. i love you .. [she quakes, collapsed, glorified.]
[06:59] <Vernon> [paprika.] lux perpetua.. [he has baptised her for the sixty-first time.
there is something magical about the crazyness of one-past-a-number.] consecrate. by the power
vested in me .. [flinging arms, lips nearer to lips than the two labia of the san andreas - ]
i now pronounce you .. adam and eve. [offering his mottled throat to her.] partake of my
apple, o eve!
[07:02] <Pia> i know what it is to be evil .. i know .. [she murmurs with leftover heat against
his skin, sixty one on a naked mattress, sixty one and they'd robbed together. her hands devour
him still, as though they did not have a mental photograph of every crease and pubic hair .. ]
the garden isn't for us, not any more ..i have a witness .. [she pants,] i have your rib .. you make me
tired ..
[07:03] <Vernon> and my sword is flaming. [he grabs it and flails it about a bit.] croon.
croon. methinks sleep overcomes.. good night, sweet prince? [his wine-touched lips meet hers,
again.. again. squirrelly.]
[07:04] <Pia> farewell, compliment. [she kissed. and kissed. and wilted against his chest
like a lily in the hallway, to sleep.]
[07:05] <Vernon> [ hamlet dies, lavishing into a winery's sleep. his mill of dreams pumps out
thousands of crested stars, all blond-haired. ]