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th greetings to B.K.
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HIS CHILDISHGAMES
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SOME WEAKNESSES
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THE CAREGIVER
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DAYDREAMS
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TELEPATHY
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I'M AN INFANT, I WORSHIP HIM .
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THE CONSUMER
(1993 - 1994)
EMPATHY
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THE
DOG
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WHY I ATE
MY
WIFE
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TI-lE O R GY
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THAT HID
HIS BODY
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un derwater tangibility.
A switch is turned on in the front office . Heavily
n tn plified disco music pounds the air in a monotony
u f thudding bass frequencies. Their bodies indicate
u1 ly a vague casual response to the sudden intrusion
c ,r the overwhelmingly physical sound. Soon their
ncsh can be seen moving in subtle variations of the
tnechanized rhythm, like two eels twisting in the mud
of the ocean floor.
Signaled by the disco, the attendant opens the
loors to the stalls surrounding the room, and the men
rnter, positioning themselves in front of their win
c.h )WS . The windows line the walls of the room where
t he women are on display. If the women looked up
frotn their ritual on the platform, the windows would
nt first appear to be mirrors. But if they chose to peer
t h rough them up close, they could discern the incho
n t c dark shape of a man in each stall, and the glow of
I he fluorescent light above his head, behind the
"n1oked reflective surface .
The disco music enters the stalls through a
"peaker in the ceiling. The enclosed closet-like space
nets as a resonating cabinet for bass frequencies ,
udding t o the already claustrophobic confinement of
t h e stall. The sour metallic smell of semen thickens
l he air j ust beneath the more immediately acrid odor
of disinfectant. The men take this smell down into
t heir lungs, where it' s diffused and absorbed into
t. heir bloodstreams and nervous system, poisoning
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u racnt.
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T H E MUTE DWARF S IN G S
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H OW I LOVE H E R
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T H E GREAT ANNIHILATO R ,
or,
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IF I WERE HIM
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A SACRIFICE
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during the day. They wash down the last oily black
pebbles of opium with lukewarm beer and sit watch
ing the sun set and the color drain from the sky. The
water changes from turquoise to velvet blue to mirror
black, reflecting the lights of the tourist hotel like
handfuls of stained glass fragments tossed onto an
obsidian table, rimmed at the edges with a hem of
phosphorescent white foam.
Later they lay on their sleeping bags on the
beach, their scalded flesh glistening like pink salmon
meat in the silver light of the stars . Each of them keeps
a pocketknife open beside his head, in case of attack
by predator junkies in their sleep. The Irishman is
sleeping spread out, flat on his back like a mummified
corpse in a glass case waiting patiently to be lifted up
to heaven on a stairway of moonlight. The American,
awake with alternating waves of fear and fever, sees
a black shape approaching along the sand. At first he 's
not sure if it exists or he' s hallucinated it in the
darkness, so he watches it without breathing, motion
less, his knife in his hand as it creeps forward. It seems
to be floating just above the ground, as if it were
drawn forward on rails. As it gets closer, just a few feet
away, he sees its red rat eyes.
"Hey! Hey! " he shouts at it, to sound threaten
ing. It stops, looking at him, appraising. He gets up
and runs towards it, scooping up handfuls of sand
along the way. When he' s about to overtake it, he
throws both handfuls into its face. It disappears,
shrinking into itself, a black melon-sized oval in
stantly reduced to a single kernel of evil that flies
buzzing out over the gulf.
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D E F LOWE RED
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THE YOUNG B OY
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A CO NTRACT
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BLOOD S UCKER
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A WO MAN
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YOU
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THE INITIATE
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T H E WH ORE B OY
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D EFEATED
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A MAN
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RAPING A S LAVE
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B LIND
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THE B O S S
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A C OWARD
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A GRAVE
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A TRAP
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A GAME
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M O N EY ' S F LE S H
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BASTARD
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A S CREW
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PUN I S H ME N T
BAPTIZED
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his scabbed arm. When they grab hold of it, the scab
comes off like the burned skin of a roasted animal, a
conical hollow crust in their hand.
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S O ME WEAKN E S S E S
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T H E CAREGIVER
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DAYDREAM S
The tiny light far off at the end of the hall went
out suddenly, leaving everything black. I could just
barely see the air glowing like a submerged nucleus
where the light had just been, but as I walked towards
it, the trace faded and before I reached what I as
sumed was the spot, I'd lost all sense of my relation to
it and to everything else around me. Now I was
completely lost. I felt my fingertips swelling in antici
pation of touching something, reading the contours
of a surface. I raised them to my lips. They touched,
but felt nothing. They needed something alien, un
connected to my body, to charge their nerves. I
spread my arms out and walked with my legs close
together, becoming a crucifix. The glowing fog at my
feet sent an iconic shadow upward towards heaven,
but it stopped at the arching curve of the tunnel
above my head and wrapped itself around me as I
walked. I felt protected by my holiness.
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TELEPATHY
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FRIEN D S
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M . G.
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M . GIRA
Gira was born in Los Angeles, CA in 1954. In
1983 he
dozen