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G'deveingReadingfestival!
First you put in, then you get out.Put-- Brian Tracy
vomiting the crying
Waiting rooms. Ye go into this room where ye wait. Hoping's the same. One of these days the cunts'll build entire fucking buildings just for that. Official hoping rooms, where ye just go in and hope for whatever the fuck ye feel like hoping for.
Internal bleeding?"
"Indeed," she said, gesturing to a bag of light red fluid. "You pee blood as we speak."
I felt down to my nether regions and blushed. There was a tube in my wee-wee. Rei smiled gleefully.
What on earth are you doing for heaven's sake?
feeling - I understand.
ingenuity. "This
What do you have in mind - inhumement, entombment, inurnment, interment? Some people lately just prefer in-sarcophogus-ment.
Are you asking me or telling me?
Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sippin' on gin and juice.
There's a small still center into which conception can arrive. And when it arrives, you make it welcome with your experience.
We need to boil water. We need clean towels," Ava announced, following too. "She ain't birthin' no baby! She's got a gunshot wound!" Indy shouted. "I know that!" Ava shouted back. "But we need a sterile environment.
There's no agony like [getting started]. You sit in a room, biting pencils, looking at a typewriter, walking about, or casting yourself down on a sofa, feeling you want to cry your head off.
My need to be inside Isa is so all-consuming, I swear to fucking Almighty I could cream myself right at this moment.
Fucking?
Sorry. Sexual intercourse? Coitus? The union and rhythm of our genitals?
Eddie Heath had come in naked with IV needles, catheter, and dressings still in place. They
romping in pedagogically forbidden territory. They
Duh, Winning!!!!
(hhahaha)
I'm try[ing] to catch up on my work and you know I keep my eyes on the road, but I'm a busy man.
The evolution of human mentality has put us all in vitro now, behind the glass wall of our own ingenuity.
I am what happens between the maternity ward and the Crematorium
Flickering lights
anonymous doors
my heart escaping in drips
i'm still waking up
but she's still sleeping
this ICU is
hotel for the dead
After a match, my opponent goes to the hospital and gets an IV and I have a martini.
Needing to express what it's like here ... / Trying to digest the incoming stream ... / And dream it all over again.
Let me know if you're in any pain, we're going through your groin with a tiny tube up to your heart." Doctor Casey said.
"Really, that's how my girlfriend does it. Only she doesn't have to medicate me first.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
I had entered Kidneyland. I was officially a patient now. Somehow, I had managed to walk through the door: WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF SICKNESS. We have air-conditioning and HBO.
Uh ... why does your partner keep saying 'ing.' Mr Pin?"
...
"Speech impediment.' said Pin.
A_t_sm.... only can be treated with U & I
I welcomed my slavish existence as a surgical resident, the never-ending work, the cries that kept me in the present, the immersion in blood, pus, and tears
the fluids in which one dissolved all traces of self. In working myself ragged, I felt integrated ...
Q: How would you like your eggs in the morning?
A: Unfertilized
The half-hour of crowded anticipation, how fully it pays for the sterile hour that follows!
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
Farting, don't think, just fart.
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
Where are your balls at?Balls-- Kobe Bryant
Writing. Opening a vein in your wrist with a spoon.
there is nothing more patronizing to an Infertile than to hear a new mother complaining,
... growing a little tiresome on account of some mysterious internal discomfort that the local practitioner diagnosed as imagination
Living in the edge - that's what I feel like when I don't know what my bowels are going to do next.
Does anybody know what I'm doing up here?-- Jay London
Sometimes IVs and pills weren't always the best course of treatment for the injured. Sometimes all you needed was the touch of the one you loved and the sound of their voice and the knowledge that you were home, and that was enough to drag you back from
the brink.
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
Where are you?
You mean where in the house?
Are you in your bedroom?
Yes, I've been reading. Is this some kind of phone sex?
It's just two old people talking in the dark, Addie said.
Interregnum - between
Protecting myself from the influx of painful stimuli, just give me space and I shall be okay.
Scoring high in procreation, got an A studying female anatomy.
hemophilia, hemofilia
Holding your cock in my hand, feeling the blood rush beneath the skin.
Louise Brown's birth marked the end of the beginning of human IVF, acclaimed at the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. This event was snubbed by some clinicians now styled as 'pioneers', who shouted that the test-tube claim was a fake! They did not matter.
It happens that I despise that locution, "having sex," which describes something a good deal more mechanical than making love and a good deal less fun than fucking.
The walking wounded, opening their veins and bleeding in public.
It's like being called up in the draft. The peculiar joy of hemorrhaging without bleeding starts when the evil little red light glows on the monstrous camera.
Thinking about fucking. Finding someone to fuck. There was so much fucking.
Not going. . . . I don't need the hospital wing. . . . I don't want . . .
an agony of humiliated indecision
Ingratitude is the soul's enemy ... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace.
Now I want to say: 'After being - doing and being done to. But first, being.
What has Ingeld to do with Christ?
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
The insupportable labor of doing nothing.
I witnessed a surgery on a patient from New Orleans who was in a car accident. He didn't have any flow of oxygen. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't get a good flow of oxygen, so they did a surgery on him right there, and I was just holding the IV up watching.
Moving your asshole-mouth & YES SIR I am saying NO MA'AM I am saying.
Who taught you all this, doctor?"
The reply came promptly:
"Suffering.
Cunnilingus is a girl's best friend. Cunnilingus is life. Everything else is just waiting. An orgasm during cunnilingus turns you into an angel. You grow wings and glimpse paradise.
Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation
to the female gender
Ain't nothin' better
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
I'm bleeding inside where no one will see. Where no one will ever know to look.
When I write...
I open a vein and bleed for the masses
It's all I know...
Never being, but always at the edge of Being.
are you breathing, are you lucky enough
to be breathing
breathing then, for
walked into this exam room, I was expecting another mundane case, considering the evening I'd had thus far. The smell of vomit had been the first thing that hit me when I entered, and I instantly groaned. God, I hated vomit. Give me blood and guts any day. I would rather stitch
Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
I'll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion will be absofuckingmazing.
appliancization.
The word should be thinkering.
Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts
I'm loving the idea of having a baby
It is during fertility that a female loses herself and enters that cloud overly rich in estrogen.
HELPING ME You think mr think I was infertile having to tell Anna she ... that she..
In New York, the principal leisure activity is internal bleeding.
Orgasms galore and sore vagina here I come.
Feeling so gay, feeling so gay.
I'm sitting on the floor of the hospital lobby, waiting. That's always the worst part, the waiting.
Learning through doing.
My trademark saying is probably "VAS HAPPENIN?!"
If. A two-letter word for futility.
Penetrates your iris, tenderest of sphincters,
trying to help her out of
Described the Internet as a series of intestines, laid out by a goatherd's son, spewing bile at both ends
Releasing sperm into the vagina of a twenty-four-year-old does not a father make,
Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.
In all this process of acquiring conceptions, a certain instinctive order is followed. There is a native tendency to assimilate certain kinds of conception at one age, and other kinds of conception at a later age.
What am I doing here?
I am merely biding my time. (Stryder)
For what? (Rowena)
For the moment when I am out of this cell and am able to wreak havoc on the one who put me here. I'm going to pull out his innards through his nostrils and dance around his entrails. (Stryder)
Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.
When do you bleed a patient?"
The question brought me up short. "When I want him to die?" I asked dubiously.
Lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle inside
the room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.
OPERATION WAND-JACKING