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“Loneliness waits in quiet corridors, in sitting rooms cast with Venetian shadow-slits, in empty kitchens. We find our moments of joy, of connectedness here and there, but between exists the vast void of life. There, in the void, we rarely see even ourselves clearly. The memory of that foolish thing we said in tenth grade. The other kids didn’t think twice about it at the time, but what if they remembered? What if they still thought about it? What if they laughed? Reflection leans toward obsession, introspection toward self-loathing.” Pierre picked a strand of tobacco from his tongue and poured himself another glass of Ouzo.

Helena pulled open the Venetian blinds and let the morning sun pour into the sitting room. She hiked up her skirt and lowered herself onto Pierre’s lap. “I want you to spoil me for Jacques,” she whispered in a husky tenor. “I want to go to him with soiled panties, with a mussed face.”

Pierre pulled her panties aside and entered her gynecology with a stiff advance. He grappled her heaving rump and in a burst of light, a shudder in the loins, engendered the broken wall, the burning roof and tower, and Agamemnon dead.

Date Written: June 16, 2004
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4.36364

06/21/2004 anonymous (4):
06/21/2004 scoop: ...engendered the broken wall?
06/21/2004 qualcomm (4): totally.
06/21/2004 scoop: To beget something broken, yes it is a haunting type image. Too bad about Agamemnon, dying and all.
06/21/2004 Litcube (4):
06/21/2004 anonymous: Alas, it isn't mine. See Yeats for the reference.
06/21/2004 TheBuyer: This 'Yeats' should get his own username and password and stop bugging you to post his shit.
06/21/2004 Mr. Pony (4): Gosh!
06/21/2004 John Slocum (4): I've been chuckling about that middle paragraph all day.
06/22/2004 TheBuyer (5): Agamemnon is dead. Fucking McManus.
06/22/2004 Benny Maniacs (4): Liked the writing. Liked the mussed face. Destarred for show-offness though.
06/22/2004 Ewan Snow: Personally, I think the best joke in this one is the use of "gynecology" as a metonym for vagina.
06/22/2004 John Slocum: Shit, that was my least favorite part.
06/22/2004 John Slocum: maybe I just don't like metanyms.
06/22/2004 Phony Millions (5):
06/23/2004 Jimson S. Sorghum (5): Me, I like that buyer's comment.
01/20/2005 John Slocum: hey, is the yeats poem referenced here the poem in Portnoy's Complaint that the bimbo 'understands' with her cunt just prior to being fucked by the narrator in a car?
02/1/2005 Cyrus (5): Gynecology is a cool word. I gotta find a way to slip that into a converstaion and see who notices.
04/14/2006 Master Bates (4): I like the gynocology, alright.