Ol cowboy jones interlude~*
Ma car had been famous for bad timing but this was a classic.Ah i coulda taught that car a thing or two about messin' with ol' cowboy jones.It made ma blood boil.I jumped out of the comftorable sheep skin covered seat and reached onto the side of the old girls hood.It singed like a bitch.i yanked ma hand from the hunk of metal.pink pricks lined my tips and i grated my teeth at the sudden attack on my fingers from my vehicle.The clouds had gathered into the sticky valley.Nothing but a yellow meridian lines marking on the road.Even exit signs seemed to cowerin' in the storm,what wif their creakin' on their ol' gray posts an' all.mam's told me 'bout days like this when she was a young las working out her time in Florida as a local diner waitress.Waffle house was the only place that would hire her.poor girl used to peer out the wide wondow and watch the same cars drift into palm tree lined parking lots and houses.She was a beautiful girl,misguided but smart.She always wanted to see Arizona."dreams are children of an idle brain"she would quote.I praised her as a father would and i loved her as the father she never had.funny how it all comes to pass.She had fallen for a chap named william thomas.He had divorced his alcholic wife who he beat and two year old boy who had a lot of troubles in his young life.He lived with his grandama in lake city,florida.Mam's had terrible choice in men*tsk*but mam's a completly diffrent story.mmmm......I'm getting distarcted here.'74 was a year for beautiful babes to be born and beautiful babes to be mamed.Ah cried at the cruelness of our tainted world and the blindness of mothers who left their children on the side of the road,side of the world,one only 3 days old the other almost a year.That young man livin' with his grandma did say alotta wise stuff.When he was thirteen he came up to me and said,"it only hurts forever and all we have is time"then smiled happily announcing that was a new song he had made up.And i thought about it and he was right.maybe too right.there's a moral here,i'm not sure what it is,maybe that if fate wants something to happen,you can't stop it..yeah maybe~
sex is good.I mean,it's one of those things where you could be,um....fucking your brains out when toxic gas was flooding your blood pooping against the shafts of your veins and your shreiks would be of pleasure not of pain.pleasure of the pain also very good.i think i'm falling in love with the thrill of losing myself into anyone.One time i was a at a manson concert with my best friend,Parr we were like 14.We were doing some serious fucking moshing when i realized i still had my lip ring in.the silver hoop Parr had given me to get it peirced with.The lights would disappear and return brighter then the sun glaring in my eyes bleachin' out my soul.Parr pulled me outta the crush of hot,sweaty bodies trying to bring me back in.Guys with they're mouths gaping open,eyes bulging like they're dancin' on hell's flames gettin poked in the ass with a pitchfork.Girls with rock hard tits,hairy pits and spike collars.Parr shoved me into the corner and helped me with the lip ring.I stared at his black hair molded to his forhead and green eyes with the electric blue eyeliner and red lips.He lookes up at me from fiddling with the lip ring inbetween a lights breif flicker.I smirked my lip still being pulled out by his sticky fingers.I kissed his lips.Salty lipstick.I couldn't help it,i wanted ti fuck him or be fucked by him.Chicks held no interest to me that night.The goth girls i usually fit in with were like dieing fish aimlessly twitching and Parr,well he was a frog.Yeah,a frog he lived outta the water
but in it at the sametime.My eyes pulsed with the beat.It was the first time in my sex life that i was nervous.i mean fuck,what would people think.but then again i've never really been one to give a fuck what everyone else thinks.My heart felt like it would crack outta my chest.The balcony danced around me faster than my brain could comprhend.
"Cobain for some reason your black lipstick looks extremly fucking hot tonight"
Parr said wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me closer to his lips.We hit teeth,i guess you don't think straight when you've probably had one to many hits and a little extra shit in your drink then you thought you had.But i knew exactly what i was doing and that i wanted to do it.I wasn't that shitbased. i searched his mouth with my tongue picked the spit outta the corners letting it slide down my tongue as i ran it along the roof of his mouth.I even wanted his spit.i wanted to fuck him up against that concrete wall as the knives,razors and spikes dug into my leg.they were moshing in around our corner
Parr reached out and grabbed my dick which coulda drilled a hole through manson's ass.I jumped.I wasn't exactly expecting it.Parr fuckin' pulled on it.But it felt good,like i could cumin his hand.I closed me eyes and leaned back against some middle aged poser woman behind me.She kept rubbing against my back.Parr kept jerking me up and down.He went on his knees pulled my chords down and blew me.Everytime someone shoved me into his warm mouth the more i knew i couldn't hold back on the next hit.Every inch of his mouth was wrapped around my dick.I only looked at him once,i saw the top of his head and let it go.He sucked harder like a baby on a bottle or a tit.I bit down on my tongue,It hurt like shit. But it was pleasure,pleasure of the pain.And evrytime a blue,green or any other color shadow jumped on to someone it was permantly etched into my memory.It was sex that i was knew was right.Right to me but wrong to the rest of the world,something i was deciding was right to me.
Of course Parr's very christian parents found out about manosn and my dick.I don't know how.parr told 'em it wasa lie.They believed him until the day they came to school to pick him up early to see his dieng grandmother,and would die before they even made it outta the school doors.....
I think the black eyeliner crosses that ran over his eyes nose and forehead were bad enough and then there was the black lipstick and well they flipped.They looked him over the black skirt that came down to his knees,fishnets and this black hooded sweatshirt and i think their mouths were bouncing to the ground.His mother grabbed his hand and told him to wipe thet garbage off his face.
"Only faggots and women wear make up Parr"She shook her head at me.I didn't look much better in a trenchcoat,spike collar and smeared eyeliner.her eyes went back to her son"you don't want to be a faggot do you Parr?"She shook his shoulders as she said it.like maybe she could shake the gayness she so feared her son might have out of him
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