by centrifuge
September 17, 2011 in Uncategorized
Dating a whore isn’t easy, it’s not really something that Anyone should try to do. Dating itself is not easy and when you throw these kinds of things together it’s really quite annoying. This is why I say dating a whore isn’t easy.
by centrifuge
February 18, 2011 in Uncategorized
Subtle was the kerang of the alarm clock , then sudden and swift it fell like a hammer.
It is the black bell. Its silenced like muzzled dogs in cages seething eyes like holes gouged in the face of a stone block carved, chiseled features glean. In a dog there is no voice only the need, whatever need is presented. Wave a stick at it, throw a ball across an open field, just present the dog the goal and the dog will hunt. I am like that dog, I am learning from the dog. The silenced black bell is deafening.
I am the centrifuge, each machine is its own man these days. These days the girls will do just about anything you could imagine, and if you’d like to imagine more, and take some of the work out of it for yourself just ask one of these girls. The filth that spills from these mouths in dialects previously unknown in foreign punctuations. In spiritual inclination this could be like some god experience or the time that you see your dead friends playing soccer in a field. It’s never a real problem to understand, its filtered through some chemical interpretive dance. Each animal navigates its twisting, turning tumultuous stance. Like a cloud of mist in the war torn fields, just settling heavy on the floor over the dead. Before I met her I was a clone of something enormous; like a building covered in the piss of one million scared inheritors of previously scripted near death experiences.
Among the living you remind me of a picture of a woman holding a photograph of her sister. When I was alive I was really alive. I thought to myself yesterday silently in a room filled with smoke and the laughter. Something with wit that was said nearly hours ago still looming like a smirk on the face of a child sleeping. The dog will run in dreams of the goal. I am running in dreams I am the dog faced smirking babe. I am learning from the dog.
Don’t forget about the man in the black shadow. He is always there… it seems. Always somewhere around the corner or up the street a few people past people. All of these people are past people. Each living in some memory of what it was to be something a time ago. I can see them like a bewildered spectacle, entranced by their own magics. I am walking they are flickering. Each past in what seems to be a second, it could last for the time until next time we meet. In shadows any one is the monsters. We are all in the shadows of the building we are under.
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by centrifuge
April 21, 2009 in Uncategorized
“I should have known.” I thought to myself in a loud voice that exceeded the volume of the trolley cars passing breaks and the scraping of metal on metal.
Our first date. Hot Girl… I arrived, and within three minutes there was the rush of adrenaline and the race of the minds and the cards were layed out on the table in a flash of some unknown light “Im a really fun girl and I really like heroine.” …(pause) I realized then that this was only going to be the worst relationship I’ve ever had with another human being. I considered the fact that every person that I knew from high school, that I really cared about was dead, and whn people asked me why I don’t have any old friends I just say, “I’m a black sheep”. Truth is every last one of them is dead from an overdose of heroine or a suicide often times brought on by heroine. Some of my life flashed by, but I thought to myself..”she did say she was fun” and that was a plus to her favor. Dinner was out, a movie wasn’t in the plan.. She wanted to hang out and get some junk and what ever. Whatever ended up being me fucking her for 5 hours every way imaginable. I reminded myself of the reason why and thought, well..maybe its not so bad after all.
She was a model. This is where I thought to myself, ok heroine is ok..being fun is ok b ut being a model is almost the kiss of death that seals the fate of men. Models are the worst kind of person to date, they’re never on time for anything but their model shoots and half the time not even on time for that. Time?
Its over I said, this is the worst relationship I’ve never had with a call girl, heroine addict, model ever.
She called me the next day, adn told me that I was an asshole but that she liked me and she didn’t want to fight with me. I told her that there’s no point in fighting the truth and that she probably thought I had a lot of money when she met me. I informed her that her assumptions were wrong.
She told me she never wanted to talk to me ever again and hung up the phone. Then she called back and said that she would be free tommorow and that she would head right over after art school.
by centrifuge
March 6, 2009 in Uncategorized
The black bell rang, I was considering the sound…like 3 million bells ringing all at once in my head. I wondered what it was like to be alone in nothing. I fell into the middle of a sound once, the middle of the everything. I was suddenly getting out of a cab, wandering to the address that appeared on the bright lit screen. I wondered about the sound again..stop it, stop thinking about it. It isn’t real. The black bell sounded once when I was alone, alone and perfect. I dial the number Lilly was waiting, there was an idea in the air. The last minute I found myself in this neighborhood, I was getting off watching her friend suck all of my cock down like a hungry hole in a college girls rent check. The things that happen in respectable neighborhoods to respectable people is a poetic injustice to them all. It’s all so, quiet.
I received a phone call the nght prior, from Lilly. She told me that I had seen her friend Anna and that she passed along my phone number to her and said we should meet. We had met, at the doorway of the apartment building that I was going into to see Anna. For a split second there was a moment that felt as if we were there to meet each other.. she opened the door..paused and walked down the steps looking at me the entire time. Time moved slowly in that minute, I knew I was being sized up, or checked out. I was paranoid, I never bought a hooker before. She continued down the walkway, through to the sidewalk of the busy avenue and disappeared into the cold. She was wearing only tights and a sweater, I thought that was odd considering it was 34 degrees out. Anna came to the door and I walked in, thinking to myself that was her flat mate gone for a walk. I think girls have this arrangement more than one might think in the cities of the world. Most girls will also go gay for pay, or a few drinks anyday before they will both get down to business and work your hard cock over for a while.
I realize again that i’ve drifted to somewhere that dosn’t matter to anyone else. She is standing in the doorway. I step into the building.
by centrifuge
March 1, 2009 in Uncategorized
The Girlfriends Chronicles is my documentary of my experience with the girlfriends. Who are the girlfriends? In this ongoing chronicle of experience I will share with you every detail of what happens, who they are and how the sexperiment goes. I am the centrifuge, they are the girlfriends.. Lilly and Anna.
It was a Thursday night, I was home alone and bored of the television and the internet was an escape device that only made me think more about women. I was browsing magazines with articles and I realized that I was only looking at the pictures again. It was then that I decided to embark on the journey, I mentally packed my suitcase, took care of the responsibilities that you normally take care of before a vacation and I decided to book my ticket via craigslist. An week went by, multiple emails with no response or a autoreply trying to sell me a membership to a free dating site. I wasn’t looking for dating, I was looking for a whore. She was out there, I could tell, and she was close. After a few days of this browsing and emailing, reading mispelled posts and sex explained in the most redundant ways..I was emailed by Anna. Her email was brief, nondescript and simply said, I am real and I am waiting for your response. I responded with a few questions and asked for a pic. Anna quickly replied with photos and a brief line or two offering her massage services.. she was in fact a liscensed massage therapist. I wondered to myself, will Anna suck my cock, and fuck me or will I just get a massage and be on my way? Before today I had never even considered fucking a real whore but I figured it couldn’t be much different than fucking some of the other trashy sluts I’ve taken home from a bar or met on the street and fucked in an alleyway. I am the centrifuge, and the machine turns all around me on its axis, grinding daily and nightly. If you listen hard you can hear the low moan of the orgasms happening all around you now. All of the machines block out the sound, and most people can only hear it coming from a neighbors bedroom or their roommates thin walls which reverberate the grinding of skin machines and the low durge of the fuck orchestra.
I type Annas number into my phone, she answers with a young voice that is full of confidence. It felt as if she was waiting for any reason to hang up and never accept another call from the number. After talking for a minute her wariness passed. She was waiting for me, she is not new to the rules of this game I on the other hand wasn’t so sure. I flag down a cab, and tell him the address. Flying through the city at incredible speeds I felt like I was in a movie, and I was.
When I reached the destination, I tipped the cab driver and approached the door. As I walked up to the large heavy antique door of the condominiums a young girl with dark eyes, and loud colored spandex tights came to the door.. as she passed she looked me up and down and smiled. She had a perfect ass, as she walked down the sidewalk I just watched it move..with the grace of a girls stride. The kind of walk that a girl does when she wants to entice you with her ass.. creating the jiggle that men look for all day and night. She looked back half way down the block to make sure I was looking.. and shot me a glance that said she would fuck me if I just asked. I was confused, she was obviously a slut, but this wasn’t the whore that I had come to the place for. As I turned to look at the building again and wonder, Anna came to the door and opened it inviting me inside.
The first thing I noticed about Anna was also her perfect ass. She is not very tall, petite and looks like she would be in a sorority. The kind of girl that I always wanted to fuck but was never interested in talking to for long enough to get her pants in a bunch below her knees. As she walked up the steps in front of me her round ass filling the sweatpants she was wearing, no shoes and a cigarette in her hand. Before closing the door she hung something on the door handle to signify we were busy. She sat on the couch… It was then that I knew that the girl that had left was usually sitting on the couch with her. There was a connection there that I saw when she was leaving, she knew why I was there.
Anna told me about her time at massage school, and she asked me what I was into doing. I told her that I had been experiencing back pain and that I like girls that are laid back, and like to suck cock. She assured me that both of those things applied to her. She asked me to put the money on the table, I felt like I was in a poker game and had just been called on a bluff. I placed a stack of 20 dollar bills on the table in front of the couch. She examined the stack, not counting it. It was as if she had a real connection with the money and could just smell how much was there. She took off all of her clothes. As she removed items, I sat back on the couch and watched. First her sweatpants, she wasnt wearing any panties and her pussy had a nice muff, her lips were small and nestled perfectly between her thighs. Her body was like a gymnast, I asked if she had ever been a gymnast before and she said she had for her entire life. Annas tits are small and full for being b cups at most. Perfectly round pink nipples atop a good handful. Annas ass was what really struck me as incredible, she’s got the kind of ass that girls wish they had. We sat and smoked cigarettes naked and talked about sex and drugs and violence on tv.
I considered this to be kind of like new wave 8 minute dating. 26 minutes later she had a mouthful of cock and a smile on her face. 15 minutes later, I was in a cab home I was now a client.
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