tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29670296724145999922009-11-15T07:47:50.956-05:00A self-indulgent monologue of fiction and photography. The words and images are all my own, unless otherwise noted. Don't steal my stuff; it's bad karma and I'll hunt you down and make you wish your mother had aborted you.Hello. My name is Allison.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02876575721264975961noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967029672414599992.post-46332892947036076402009-11-14T22:22:00.000-05:002009-11-14T22:22:33.480-05:00

Self-portrait inspired, obviously, by this site.Hey, speaking of sites, the book's website is up. Video, too.When you look at a guy, what is it about him that makes you picture the two of you fucking or maybe getting married or makes you wonder if he’d hold your hair back when you threw up?What, instead, makes you cringe at the thought of his hot breath on your skin, his sweaty hands leaving

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Self-Portrait - Kaleidoscope Series I am honored to have been interviewed by McCabe for her Warrior Interviews. Thank you, McCabe!Skotchdopled's website is coming soon. I know, I keep saying that...but really!Heads up - if you register a domain, but plan to host it somewhere else, you have to wait 60 days to transfer it to your new registrar - and then, after you initiate the transfer, you have

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Sneak peek from the book. Website coming soon!

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A proof copy of my wee book and my very messy desk because I am a slob!Hi y'all:Thank you very, very much for all your supportive and generously kind emails. I am overwhelmed by the response. I so appreciate you!If you are on Facebook, you can join the fan page to keep up to date on when it's being released. I'm also on Twitter.Website is coming soon!Thank you, my pretties!OXOAllison

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Self-portrait created for the mermaid known as McCabe, who surprise-gifted me with her hand-painted magic rocks, seen above. Enhanced with brushes from Charfade, Chris10, and Icede. Thanks, y'all!She had rules and not knowing his name was one of them. Not telling him hers was another. No exchange of phone numbers, email addresses, life histories. When the night was over, it was over.The heavy

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Handy DandyShe’s in the street and it is hushed.The dog downstairs,who doesn’t barkbut moans,(and when he moans,she moans,then laughs),that dog,is silent now.She’s in the street and it is midnight,or maybe one a.m.,or three.The moon is not high,or picturesque.There are no stars,dragon, pirate ship or sand castle clouds.The skyjust is.She’s in the street and she is barefoot.She is not luminescent

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Self-portrait, using a scan of a heart from my collection of vintage medical illustrations.We got milk shakes, yours chocolate, mine vanilla, then we walked through the park to our green bench.You drank yours and most of mine and, like every Saturday, you said, you never finish yours, and I said, it's too much.You laid down, your head in my lap. I traced your cheekbones with my fingertips,

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Self-portraitBefore I could sitI’d have to wipehis dried urinefrom the seatwith a wad of dampened tissue.Did he pee sitting down,as I’d taught my brother to do,mirroring me,since I knew no better?Did he purposely pee on the seatto prove he could no longertake good care of himself?Was I supposed to thinkof him as a handsome old chap,whose mind and aimwere both a bit wonky?I sat,the seat

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Self-portraitThe dog barked.Outside our window, two drunks,Screaming.Something about fucking a red-head,And one more shot.Shot, as in gun?Or,Shot, as in, 'Nother round, barkeep!We didn't know.They stood near our driveway.The dog kept barking.Shut the fuck up, dog, they screamed.He barked more.I said, Let's go outsideAnd bust some heads!He said, Cut it out, tough guy,And kissed my forehead.So we

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Self-portraitSo, Mark used the key he’d told her he’d lost to enter her apartment and the pictures were right there on the side table, of him, this person he’d never seen before and he thought, who is this?He took the photos into his hand; there were three. He walked down the long hallway to the living room and he put down his things. His backpack, his burgundy shirt, his book on human anatomy,

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Self-PortraitSay the secret word...

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You’ve buried me alive.You say you’ll ache the loss of meforever.I hope you do.But that is not enough.I want to cause you pain.I want to taint your happiness.I want to cripple you.I want my voice in your ears,my taste in your mouth,my eyes chiseled inside your own.You say you’re steeped in my essence.I hope you smother in it.I want to stomp on you,laugh at you,torture you,while you say, I love

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At my favorite park, Ft. Tryon He can be so charming.He recitesThe Beautiful Changes.She is enthralled.I like her, though,very much.I want to be her friend,I think,but she is his friend,first.I smile at him then,veiling my antipathy,as the women in the roomwant to fuck him,and the men in the room want tobe him.She asks him to recite,yet again,The Beautiful Changes.I ask him not to.Please, no, I

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The old cemetery.I have much to tell you, but not enough time. I may write it all down in a book with lined pages. You could read it in the moments we wedge between all the other moments. Small doses. It will be nothing but gibberish; a thousand-piece puzzle spread on your dining-room table. Find the edges first. They're easier. We'll fill in the middle later.

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SomeplaceHe had the circumference of a tire from an SUV and gray, flat, shallow teeth (even the front ones) as if he'd eschewed food the past decades in favor of grazing on sand. I've no idea why I'd felt the urge to kiss him, but kiss him I did and it was as repulsive as one would imagine, the cow-teeth slobbery with an overproduction of saliva and the taste of vinegar.Having kissed him, I

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At Heather GardensI've cleaned house here for a fresh start, and I'll be gone a while.I hope this finds you well and thriving.See you soon.OXAllison

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