AU: From the minute you asked Michael for help, he knew you had an ulterior motive. He was just convinced he was smart enough to catch on this time. Of course, his crew was weary, perhaps even a little scared of you. And, as it turns out they had every right to be. After cutting off the armored car and taking out the drivers (thanks to Luke’s rather impressive long-distance shooting skills), you slyly slash Calum’s tires while he’s hooking your cars up to the vault and it’s only a matter of time before he’s spiraling off the road and forced to let you abandon him with a few million dollars in-tow. You’ve barely had time to unlock and ditch the hunk of metal carrying the money when Michael calls with insults and threats on his tongue. But, as the saying goes, “An eye for an eye.”
I wanna make art. I wanna
be the hole inside your
I see the going’s gotten rough again.
So it does,
every now and then.
Let me teach you how to pray for relief:
Say my name. Say Amen.
I think I’m in love with the way
your eyes roll back into your head,
and if tonight I had to
love another or lose myself, tomorrow
I’d be dead. My blood’s run dry, I’m
the monster on your bed. I fiend
the vital parts of you, won’t
stop until I’m
fed. And the hunger
in your body, you feel it
growing larger. You wanna
cut my chest open, you wanna
make me your pretty martyr.
I want you to think you have control, that you’re
giving me my ration, because I
see the beauty and feel
when I’m watching your reaction when
your brains are spilling out. I
wanna be the one night
you can’t forget
about. Tell me
exactly what you want; there’s no
hard-to-get in a siren’s treasure hunt. Let me
lure you out and
dig you for the gold. I’ll
rack up all the coins until
all of you’s
Let me get my hands on you. The
your hesitation, watch me cut right through. Before
I show you red I’ll show you
every shade of blue. Show me
all your tender scars. Tell me
what you are. Show me all your crazy, and
I’ll give you my bizarre.
Tell me what you are, and
I’ll tell you what I’m not: The
shaking bundle of
you’ve been thinking that you
I’m gonna give you
the holy death you’ve always sought,
feed you every grain of this carnal dirt, and then
leave you there to rot.
The tree limbs shadow across the grass, a dark language Of strokes and ideograms That spells out a different story than we are used to, A story with no beginning and no end, a little one. I leave it and cross the street. I think it’s a happy story, and not about us.
Charles Wright, closing lines to “Language Journal,” Xionia (The Windhover Press, 1990)
NOTE: This contest has concluded. Thanks to those who participated!
Hey, it’s winter! That means it’s as good a time as any to do another giveaway for The Art of Language Invention! (Not for the baby. She’s just there because I like taking pictures of her. :) Also at the bottom you can see a scrap of the blanket, made by my mother-in-law, which has panels from The Tawny Scrawny Lion. It’s amazing.)
The general idea behind the giveaway is to get the word out to folks who participate in a winter gift-giving tradition, e.g. Snow Swap; Solstice Sharing; Homey Hearth Exchange; Flurry Fasting; the Feast of the Cradled Fawn; Moontagen; the Hibernatoriad; Fountain Fest; the unrelated Fountain Feast; Carol Crossing; Packaging Week; Open Rations; Middle-Morn; Kick-and-Crowd; Coupon Cozies; Heliotrope; Berry Separating; the Saunterdown; Mash and Fickle; the Measurements; Sledge Week; the Nights of Silver Twine; Light Wishings; Bottles; the Trail of Open Doors; Overtide; or any other denominational or non-denominational observation you or others may or may not observe. Whether you open one up in your Fountain Fest clam or enjoy it with your traditional Overtide apricots, The Art of Language Invention makes a welcome addition to a cold and joyous winter night.
For THREE (3) of those who reblog or otherwise share this post, I will ship you a signed and personalized copy of The Art of Language Invention. For details, see below!
In order to qualify, you must do one of the followingby 11:00 a.m. on December 21st, 2015:
Reblog this post (favorites are appreciated, but they do not count for this).
Retweet the tweet associated with this post (likes are appreciated, but they do not count for this).
Share this post on Facebook* (likes are appreciated but they do not count for this; also see CAVEATS below).
Share/reshare this post on Google+ (+1′s are appreciated but do not count for this; see CAVEATS below).
Compose your own post on Tumblr or your own tweet on Twitter that links to this post (but you MUST tag me or mention me on Twitter—@Dedalvs—otherwise I won’t know about it!).
Doing each of the items above will give you one opportunity to have your name or handle (or friend’s or loved one’s name, if you so choose) made into a word in one of the above-listed languages. This means each person can have up to four chances (but no more than four). Despite having multiple chances, each person can be chosen only once.
I’ll edit this post when all three copies have been given away. Please note that I will contact you using Tumblr’s messenger thing. Please respond within 24 hours or I will select another winner.
If you make a post on Facebook, I have to be able to find out about it in some way. Facebook has a lot of privacy settings built in, so if you can’t show me your post, I can’t count it.
If you make a post on Google+, tag me in it. You can find me here.
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Thanks for reading, and may the odds be ever in your favor!
UPDATE: All copies have been claimed. Thank you to those who participated!