Silver Jews R.I.P.
…I guess I am moving over to another category. Screenwriting or Muckraking. I’ve got to move on. Can’t be like all the careerists doncha know. I’m forty two and I know what to do. I’m a writer, see? If I continue to record, I might accidentally write the answer song to Shiny Happy People… Further: […]
3:AM Brasil: Daddy?
He hunted me to be a gigantic woman but every time he was around, I felt like a miniature. I was infuriated. Infuriated at my father. But that was fine because he taught me that fury is far better emotion than feeling hurt. In reality, these are just different representations of a broken heart. Eventually, I grew up and to feel that way, I’ve made my breasts become barriers. As a woman I was no longer cute, nor smart, I was cynical. Cynical just like him so I would not bow to none. Not even him.
By Jana Lisboa.
3:AM Brasil: Clint Eastwood, Fries and a Beautiful Sunny Afternoon
He gets her tits out, lifts her blouse. A large firm breast with a pink areola and stiff nipple emerges. He sucks. The shop assistant turns away and looks at the face of the one holding the gun, observing him. The shop assistant thinks of the pretty breasts, the other woman watches, he hears the women’s hearts beating strongly. They are terror-stricken, the shop assistant can’t stop his legs from shaking. One of the men puts the money in a bag, the other keeps sucking the blonde’s tit before pushing her aside and heading for the shelves.
By Emerson Wiskow.