December 2010
97 posts
Dead Spiders
Hanging on by a thin thread, they dance in the wind like ballerinas. One arm up, the rest of their bodies swaying in rhythm to the music. Decadent and lifeless. Ghosts whispering in the dark. They mingle amongst themselves. Bump bump bump. It obscures the white noise in the background. A fly approaches, he is like a panther. Hovers around the grey web. Nothing.
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I spent this morning cleaning out the ‘monsters’ from underneath my bed. Smirnoff bottles and cans. I giggled to myself, “What a naughty girl!”.
I was going to drink tonight but I’ve had enough of alcohol for one year. I spilt the last of my alcohol stash down the drain because I don’t need it. Sobriety won’t hurt me. New Year’s isn’t about drinking, for me it’s about...
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Wash, wince and repeat. Always repeat.
How do you create magic without an assistant? Laughter without air? I grow weary of these ridiculous hand-me-downs I thought you’d give a damn if I gave two. Three. Nine! Does the past count for nothing? Perhaps not. Perhaps I’m the fool. Perhaps the real question here is whether I’d be so naive as to think I could continue to wear a friend gone out of season. Yet the endless...
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Another typical Wednesday afternoon
It’s 2pm. I’m exhausted. All I want is to get off on my Rabbit. I unlock the door to find Jashua siting in the corner, naked, in a pool of blood. I fight the urge to scream as I see his body, festooned with tiny cuts all along his torso, arms and legs. I drop my bags and run to his side, prying the razor from his bloodied fingers. His eyes are hazy, barely registering that...
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Breathe
That moment when you fall in love, and realize all those cheesy love songs are talking about you.
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Dear Jashua
What a day!
I killed a Teletubby. Dipsy I think his name was. He looked like a dickhead.
And that’s what I did today.
Signed,
Veruschka.
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SING ME A SONG OF THE EMERALD ISLE!
I have no friends, I have no family, I’m sitting outside in the rain stealing my neighbour’s wifi.
WALK, WALK FASHION BABY, WORK IT, MOVE THAT BITCH CRAZY WORK IT, I’M A FREE BITCH BABY.
EDIT (JASHUA): The silent cry for help has never been so loud…
I love the way she purrs when i scratch behind her...
Forgive me Billy Jean!
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THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST!
Tossed away like garden salad. I hate you.
Where, oh where has my co-blogger gone?
Veruschka Honeycock M.I.A Age: 89 Presumably alive. Last seen in a bear costume at a kids only birthday party, left to supervise the jumping castle 2 children have now disappeared. Suspect is supposedly armed with a 12 inch dildo and coral lipstick. Approach with caution.
Reward: One fresh batch of cookies and a big, wet kiss on the cheek.
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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
Dear Miss Regina George,
Give me attention, I need it now. I think we have an emergency. It’s really not your fault, no one care to talk about it. Can we talk about it?
This girl is the nastiest, skank bitch I have ever met. DO NOT TRUST HER. She is a fugly slut!
“I’ve seen love die way too many times, when it deserved to be alive.”
Drug pusher much?
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Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Veruschka why are my tribal vases under the sink? Veruschka please don’t walk out on me mid-sent- .
You sodomized me on a gondola, the peanut crunching crowd jeered with every thrust cheering you on, the brave protagonist. All the smoke and mirrors are gone now. You brought me to my knees on foreign waters and made me gush like a fire hydrant. I was another notch on your belt But you were...
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Special? Like Special ED. or you're special, Edd?
Veruschka I belong to no one. NO ONE! An experienced horse tamer once told me it was impossible to completely domesticate a wild Stallion. You could throw a saddle on them. You could even lock them in a stable for the rest of their lives. But you can’t tame the spirit of a being born to be free.
Now, I don’t see how this relates to you trying to tie me down, but I think my momma said...
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Lady Gaga - A woman of all seasons
xxiseanxx:
“Our Gaga, who art in high-heels,
Fabulous be thy name;
through albums come;
and awards be won,
in meat and designer dresses.
Love you some gays you free bitch, baby.
And forgive us our Bad Romances.
as we forgive those who like Katy Perry.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from Ke$ha.
For thine is the flawless,
the iconic, and the beauty,
for ever and ever. Claws...
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The dying wish of a sexualy frustrated...
daisysaintsupertramp:
“The only thing to do was to drown myself then and there.”
I tried to drown myself once. I swam out in to the sea as far as I could, but it just spat me out like a cork. I guess it didn’t want me.
Nice to meet you too Daisy. Why are you cringing? Oh I get it. You’re shy! Look, if we run out of things to say we can stick our heads in gas ovens, right? *brushes...
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A song in the daylight
These are the days we’ll come to reminisce years from now, longing for a simpler time without responsibility.
Some people explore the world to find life’s many treasures -
On the coasts of Italy during summertime. In the bloom of spring. Frostbitten under the Northern Lights. In clubs. But we found it in one another. Each night, through a glowing screen. Rain, hail or shine.
Thank...
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Your man makes me grin ear to ear!
Veruschka you look so fetch in your new cashmere hoodie!
*bends pinky*
A sophisticated motif for a sophisticated blog.
Cause life is a serious affair.
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Insomnia Blues
Trapped. The pixies outside this door won’t leave.
The walls close in with the urge to breathe; to move -
Freedom.
Fleeting with every minute as night encroaches -
The cycle begins again.
Shackled to the screen which illuminates the faceless void.
Fists pound against a bullet-proof door.
The sound falls on deaf ears and echoes -
The night sleeps unperturbed.
Restless -
Monotony...
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Documenting thought →
leliorising:
I document my thoughts because I know that I will lose them. If I could, I would write down every single thought that runs through my head.
“When you consider it, you kind of BECOME them. Everything has some kind of effect and everything you think becomes embodied in you in some way.
Or, if you consider the unconscious, you already ARE every thought you think. They arise...
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Postmodernity
Hello there stranger, my name is Veruschka. I grew up in Soviet Russia, where I spent most of my childhood working at a nearby brothel to support my destitute family, catering to men who had a penchant for nymphets with thick stubble and low grade insomnia.
At the age of nine I fled my war torn country and studied abroad in the US to pursue a career as a painter. I spent many years as an...
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Deepthroat that banana, yeah!
Oh fuck you Jashua. You special boy.
You’re my special boy.
Come to Mama Magda…
*buries you in my fat bosom*
Shh… wait til Dada Anthony comes home.
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My life is an abyss
This isn’t just some stupid teen blog whinging about how shit their life is. This is art.
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Tickle my clit and call me sober
You’re so filthy, you make me want to bend over on all fours and present myself to your pet dog.
There’s a place downtown where the freaks are licking you out.
Veruschka is the fire of my loins.
Lose your mind, lose it now, lose your clothes, in my mouth. Gag me bitch.
*slides a little closer*
I got a secret, I cannot say… I may possibly have homosexual tendencies where I...
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He who shall not be googled
Thoughts, Veruschka?
You’re an abortion 19 years overdue. Pull tha trigger, beta phaggot!
*giggles*
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Aas all off which made it was very how I'm talking...
I just lost my V-card to Jashua George. It all went down so fast. We turned off the lights, then ran so fast so the demons wouldn’t catch us. He nestled his head against my small chest and commented that I had “child-bearing hips”. We hit the showers after and enjoyed a spanktastic breakfast. Lets just say he likes Vanilla yogurt.. and to cuddle <3
I’ll leave with this...
Hello. Hello.
*taps microphone*
This is me.
I’ve lost my boyfriend to video games and my bestie (*tehehe*) to the winds of caution aka Santa’s ass.
I’m so out of the loop.
Fuck, what’s that shit called again? SLEEP!
The fuck is sleep.
Jashua come hither.
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The Funnys
You raugh, you ruse. Ready?
Joke #1) I don’t get why Christians hate the gays. Didn’t you guys nail Jesus on the cross?
Joke # 2) What did the two tampons say to each other? Nothing. They were both stuck up bitches.
I saw you snicker at the last one! You ruse!
*VICTORY DANCE*
Veruschka and I had a fun evening together watching “Nude Nuns with Big Guns”. Here are a few random...
Jashua's Pet Peeve #69
LMAO!
All I heard was glass shattering and a loud thud. My brother is on the other side of this door moaning in pain and presumably on the floor clutching his knee. I’d get up to help but I’m busy right now … blogging.
*knees Veruschka in the crotch*
If it’s fisty cups you want, bitch, you better get out your umbrella! A shit storm is about to hit, and it’s a 7 on...
Veruschka's Pet Peeve #32787
Cognitive dissonance within a shared blog.
Bitch, you got somethin’ to say? I’m waitin’ here on my leather couch, tequila on the coffee table and a whip in hand.
Come at me bro.
Jashua's Pet Peeve #3
Pet Peeves…
*facepalm*
Who even calls them that?
I think someone doesn’t have the lady balls to tell me she has a problem with the way I suck. You know what bitch? I bet you’re the same fkd up white girl whose mother explained sex using the birds and the bees. It would explain a lot.
Don’t you dare cheapen this blog with your “opinions”, you toad. No one...
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Veruschka's Pet Peeve #1
Bitches that make the most horrible gargling noises when they’re sucking a dude’s dick.
Girl, you sound like a fucking baby who’s caught between crying and sucking on yo mama’s fat tit.
Thought I'd get all interactive with our...
Some of us are more well-read *blushes* but it doesn’t take a English Major to tell you that Tom Sawyer was whisked away by a steaming Hot Chocolate Boy. It’s just that *rubs chin musingly* how to phrase this? I don’t get why Christians hate the gays. Didn’t you guys nail Jesus on the cross? *giggles*
PS: Welcome to the club and a late Happy B’day to you! Veruschka...
'Dat Ass
Top photo courtesy of Luke.
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Watch“It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond. Or, the lie, I should say, for which we kill.” —Lady Gaga, The Manifesto of Little Monsters
In browser windows, you hoof past airport security :
In our minds, gloved hands probe your ass as you don shades & blooded lips :
princess who picks scabs like sequins from our eyes glazed like hams, we...
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24 December 2009 - 7:30AM
The foul stench of vomit pierced her nose as she slid open the wardrobe door. She beheld her unconscious daughter, who lay sprawled amongst the scattered Prozac and the pile of old clothes. Raven’s hair was mangled - her face masked by a serene expression which chilled her mother to the bone. Frantic screams echoed throughout the house, whereupon Raven’s father came running in to the...
Jashua! You're back!
Fill us with your creamy goodness Jashua.
Regards,
Veruschka.
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Winded
The shambling creature who has lurked inside me since childhood
now lurches in my shoes,
stretches her legs in mine;
weighs down my feet
as I stagger through a swaying world,
one breath away from oblivion
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Honeycock on the dotted line…
“Wanna raise my voice and sing
Of the love and joy he brings
Every time I praise His name,
His love rains down on me!”
I wish caroling was this badass.
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The jazz of it all – Sweeter than Heaven and...
“Two times , once more is three times too many”
- Jashua
I am Babylon the Great, oh Lord – Mother of Harlots; Abomination of the Earth.
Cleanse me with the word of your body.
It is through you, I am brought closer to Salvation.
*begins to smear glitter across habit*
I’ve heard rumors of a true reality, oh Lord. Whispers of a...
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The birds and the bees
Perhaps someone can enlighten me.
Wtf is the birds and the bees?
When I was a kid I was familiar with the saying but it was never actually explained to me. I still can’t understand how it relates to sex.
Is it cause the bees have stingers?
TO GOOGLE!
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Adieu, Adieu! The spirit returns!
Father time gallops.
The weeks, they fly.
If to tutor immigrants is a commodity,
To not is a crime!
Mother once more,
Veruschka you whore.
Stop pressuring me to write! I can’t polish the slacks of your shoes and compensate for your lazy hand!
*runs to bathroom and hyperventilates*
Prolific are the tits of the man once breastfed,
but who shall savor the taste of his fine Swiss buttermilk?
...
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Ferrero Rocher. Or was it Roshare? Roshell,...
Bullets whistle through the air.
Streets littered with rubble.
Stained red with the remnants of the city and its inhabitants.
A child whines in desperation.
His deep-set eyes drift warily across the room.
“Online?” he asks pleadingly, “online?”
He continues to rock back and forth in the corner, his weathered hands clutching his skull.
Demure is the child who washes their feet with another’s...
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The fleeting wisdom of Mao’s last, prepubescent...
The gloom of yet another World War had lay siege upon the globe when,after a winter of ennui and pneumonia in Portugal, I at last reached the states…
I gnaw on old car tires, reminiscing. Thinking.
Sharpening my teeth for mortal combat.
One moment I was on top of the World.
When did the World suddenly get on top of me?
Back arched; breasts like the mountains of Babylon swaying to and fro.
I...
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My place, midnight. Discretion is key.
What I love most in others? Myself – whether it’s the self I identify with, or the self I wish to become.
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Bahala Na; Nicki Minaj – the motherless child
Look alive, sunshine!
“Coo” cries the bloated whale;
Its thunderous thighs clap together as fate rears its ugly head
“Flee the village!” Veruschka shrieks, “The alarm’s been sounded!”
FM waves hail the sky like an unrelenting torrent, laden with the mammoth’s indignant breath
“Rise slaves, rise!” It beckons.
“The hour is upon us to cast our fears to the open doors of Dante’s Inferno,
and...
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Ode to Jashua.
Whose farts are more fragrant than thou?
Whose tendrils lurk more than thy germ?
Shave thou armpits and call it stew.
Du hast mich, ich bin ein verzögern.
Thine words make no sense.
T’is love that keeps the world elliptical.
Emotions, stereotypical.
The bulbous cock crows at night.
Cow moans.
Milky white passion.
Edit (Jashua): *edges slowly away from desk*