sry for not writing you little boy. I know camp is tough just try to not choke any of the other little boys this year and maybe you can make some friends. hey get something i think you neeed it, you talk like him you would love his short stories... so get this cd it is a live reading of Michael R. Giras short stories: The Somniloquist by Michael R. Gira, the singer of the Swans, you know that gothy, murky, dark abrasive band from the ninety’s
Here is a sample of The Somniloquist, the idiot:
The sound is calling, an extended liquid grown that reaches through the darkness and irrigates the desiccated furrows of the idiots dream, with lust.
The idiot try’s to speak in response but no air comes out.
His tough is a swollen purple corps, growing and replacing the negative space in his mouth with sweet black matter.
He feels it moving in sink with the new-onuses of the approaching sound.
As if his tough had the power to manipulate rhythm and shape from across the distance.
the idiot wakes up, in a comforting puddle of warm freshly released urine.
He's lying on his bunk, staring strait up at the ceiling, he has no awareness of who he is, where he's been, how his body was moved to where it is now, or even that his is lying on a top bunk, in the rear corner of an over crowded prison barox.
the soft grey meat of his brain presses out against the interior walls of his skull.
The hole to his thought is blocked but his eyes are wide open.
The pupils are stretched across their surface so that no white remains.
Two perfectly round black holes..............
Ill leave off there, my cat just puked in my bed i have to go to the laundry mat now

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Thanks so much. I all ready know Gira. Multiple friends of mine kept telling me about him and when I finally got my hands on the rare "Consumer" it twisted my head around and around as it sounded like I wrote it only better. Stole Rotting Pig from him!

Camp updates: Still shooting odd pantyhose works (have a guy who wants katia to wear hose for a long period of time and then cook up dishes with them for him to eat. Seriously). My oldest cat died, should post his death mask pics somewhere. Started writing filthy fairytales mainly adapting the Juniper tree.

Kay, nice to get your letter.
Bye.
~s

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