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Pussy

By Noah Cicero.

please cum on my face
cum on my face
release your juice on my face
please cum on my face
beat me with a stick until I die
send me to prison
kill me
ruin me
cut my pussy off and feed it to your dog in front of me
do something with my pussy
don’t let it go to waste
pimp it out to your friends
give my life meaning
hurt me with a coat hanger
please beat me give my life meaning
please sick your alligator on me
please find a reason for me to die
there is a filthy sewer rat carrying the black death
I am that rat
that is the dream I carry in my heart
black death
please cum on my face
I want your white love all over my face
I want to put it in my mouth and taste it
please give me meaning my life has been on discount to a bunch of stupid white people
I don’t like white people the goy bastards
I’m Cherokee and Italian
I have the best hair on the planet
no other race can topple my hair it is beautiful and long and black
give my life meaning
my television is broke and no one will let me go to their house

they say I am a hoochie and I’ll fuck their boyfriends and if their boyfriends aren’t there I’ll fuck their dads and little brothers and if all else cannot go as planned I will fuck their sisters with their little pusssies raping and tearing at their pussies with my tongue feeling deep inside their rectums loving the stink of and taste of shit in my mouth

SMUT

I have my smut, my smut is what gives me life, I walk around, quiet, doing what needs to be done, being nice to those I hate, not having sex with those I want to fuck, not punching faces in, then I go home, and make my smut, it relaxes me, I make the smut I want, with my rules, no one tells me how to make my smut, I am the master of my smut, I am God over my smut, I don’t like to show my smut to people that know me or for my smut to become famous, my smut is too personal, I try to fuck it all out, if I need to take it in the ass by twenty men at once, that’s what I do, to make sure it is complete, my smut is how it needs to be, I don’t like being at work, serving tables, with people that have watched and jerked off to my smut, I can see that they are looking at me, knowing what kind of person I am, I don’t like that, I don’t want anyone to know what kind of person I am, I don’t like to share emotions with strangers or in public, but who isn’t a stranger to me anymore, everyone is, perhaps not Viper, but everyone is a stranger to Viper, we are strangers alone, alone and strange, she enjoys my smut, she jerks off to my smut, I have several fans in a far off city, I’ve been to this city several times, in this city smut is produced in factories made of highly educated flesh, all the flesh wanting to be validated, it is a big city, a city famous for many things, one of them being smut, many people jerk off to my smut there, I do not know why they jerk off to my smut there, it has always puzzled me, it is hard for me there in the city of smut, all those faces that have jerked off to my smut, knowing my dirty thoughts, my thoughts that come when I’m alone, when no one is looking at 3AM, when there is silence, I pour myself a drink and begin making my smut, I make it, I tear it from the earth, I beat it until it makes the noises I want it to make, freedom is what comes over me, freedom, a lot of people do not know freedom, the word has lost meaning over the years, people now think that love or true love is the most important thing in the world, our government ran media or media ran government has done a good job diverting everyone to thinking that love is important and not freedom, not individuality either, but freedom, one can have freedom in a group, freedom to and freedom from, when I make my smut, I am free, I am free, no one enslaves me, no one dictates my actions, I make my own laws, a lot of people don’t understand this, they don’t understand the difference between making laws and breaking them, I don’t break laws, I make them, a revolution in smut, the old smut will be destroyed, let all the smut makers die a cruel death before the public, put them in the stocks, I would list the names, but it would take too long, I don’t feel like sending my smut out for review anymore, the reviewers never understand, even if it is a good review, they fail to get the point, and they always like it for a silly reason I did not intend, my smut grows out of love, love, there is love in my freedom, freedom in my love, I love, I don’t do this to save the world or get mass amounts of attention, or to be praised, I do it because it is my way of being free, of showing love for life, all kinds of life, plant life, animal life, human life, the life of rocks and river and lakes, life, I love life, and I’m showing it through my smut, this isn’t my job, I can make money doing other things, many people have ways of showing love, a person might start a garden and give his freshly grown corn out to his neighbours, another might make afghan blankets and hand them out to their neighbours, there are many ways to express freedom and love, I have felt so oppressed by this world all my life, so attacked, so drilled, buried deep in the hard earth, that to make five minutes of my smut just the way I want it, means so much, so much more than fame, than money, than people caring about me, I like people to watch my smut, every once in awhile, but I still would do it, I will always be making my smut, not for anyone else or even for myself, just because that’s what I do, that’s how I get my freedom kick, I have a little piece of freedom, a freedom that I died for, I died and now my life is full of graves, now I have a weight, a yoke of human stupidity and misery, but I’m okay, I can still walk.

Noah Cicero

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Noah Cicero is a writer from America. He has several books published: The Human War, The Condemned and in June Treatise. The last five times he submitted he was rejected. Two of the times the editor bitched about his grammar. He is currently studying history. He is also studying organic gardening and planning on having a quarter acre garden, and planting an orchard of apple and pear trees. He is the expo 1 cook at Lone Star Steak House and Saloon in Niles, OH. Which means he stands in the middle of the cook line getting yelled by managers, servers, and broil cooks. He has acid reflux disorder, sinus headaches, and haemorrhoids. By most anyone’s standards, Noah Cicero is a failure. But he believes or at least tells himself that he is a failure with style.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Wednesday, June 11th, 2008.