The Story of Ebert Sanders and Me !
This is some weird-ass story my friend wrote a couple of years ago; thought it would be a good idea to see how the junta would react to this kinda stuff.
The Story Of Ebert Sanders & Me.
Ebert Sanders was a man of unnatural interests & desires. Some would call him perverse & weird.But, What the hell !! He was great in bed.
This was the second time in the same number of weeks i had been to his apartment. The apartment - It had enough space for a single man to live. The walls of the house were painted blue, interspersed with sudden shades of red. The central portion of the living room had a big circular glass plate that had an ashtray placed on it. This plate was placed on a half cut bark of a tree. Surprisingly, the bark wasn't free from the ants that fed themselves from its wax . And what was more surprising was that the bark was as fresh as it was when i was around here for the first time. Probably, Ebert must have replaced it with a new one. The table [ if i could call it one ! ] looked wonderfully exotic. But the problem was the ants. They were all over the room, the walls & even on the bed scurrying around like a group of firemen. Strangely, Ebert liked them. The wall on the opposite side of the bed was too striking to get unnoticed. It had the picture of the Indian Deity goddess Kali presenting a truly scary picture with her red tongue completely out of her mouth & swords in all of her hands { He said he had found the picture on one of his 'spiritual' trips to India } & immediately beside that was a sensuous picture of a nude woman, with her head bent down and her brazen hair hanging down her shoulders. Above these pictures, It was written - 'WOMAN' in red. Ebert Sanders, in a sense was weird , but what the hell !! He was great in bed.
I was lying down beside him on the bed, with no clothes on watching the pictures on the wall. Ebert too was uncovered except for the pillow that covered his groin area. I stared at his muscular body. Those sensuous legs, the flat stomach, the chest that would put the strongest of men to shame ,the strong arms with appreciable biceps & lastly the lustre on the innocent face - Ah ! i was indeed lucky to come back the second time.
I woke up from the bed & put on the tape , it played the song - "Something" by Frank Sinatra. I went to the washing basin, remembered the night. A smile lighted up my face. I then remembered what Ebert had said - " Mark ! You are the best of all the men i've been with. But one thing, I do not like the beard you are sporting."
I looked at the mirror to see my face for the last time with the beard & moustache. I couldn't help noticing the picture pasted by the mirror - A vulture was pecking its beak at a man's feet & he was laughing at it. Ebert Sanders was a indeed man of unnatural tastes & desires. But what the hell !! He was great in bed.
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Current Music: Kill bill Theme
The Story of Ebert Sanders and Me !
This is some weird-ass story my friend wrote a couple of years ago; thought it would be a good idea to see how the junta would react to this kinda stuff.
The Story Of Ebert Sanders & Me.
Ebert Sanders was a man of unnatural interests & desires. Some would call him perverse & weird.But, What the hell !! He was great in bed.
This was the second time in the same number of weeks i had been to his apartment. The apartment - It had enough space for a single man to live. The walls of the house were painted blue, interspersed with sudden shades of red. The central portion of the living room had a big circular glass plate that had an ashtray placed on it. This plate was placed on a half cut bark of a tree. Surprisingly, the bark wasn't free from the ants that fed themselves from its wax . And what was more surprising was that the bark was as fresh as it was when i was around here for the first time. Probably, Ebert must have replaced it with a new one. The table [ if i could call it one ! ] looked wonderfully exotic. But the problem was the ants. They were all over the room, the walls & even on the bed scurrying around like a group of firemen. Strangely, Ebert liked them. The wall on the opposite side of the bed was too striking to get unnoticed. It had the picture of the Indian Deity goddess Kali presenting a truly scary picture with her red tongue completely out of her mouth & swords in all of her hands { He said he had found the picture on one of his 'spiritual' trips to India } & immediately beside that was a sensuous picture of a nude woman, with her head bent down and her brazen hair hanging down her shoulders. Above these pictures, It was written - 'WOMAN' in red. Ebert Sanders, in a sense was weird , but what the hell !! He was great in bed.
I was lying down beside him on the bed, with no clothes on watching the pictures on the wall. Ebert too was uncovered except for the pillow that covered his groin area. I stared at his muscular body. Those sensuous legs, the flat stomach, the chest that would put the strongest of men to shame ,the strong arms with appreciable biceps & lastly the lustre on the innocent face - Ah ! i was indeed lucky to come back the second time.
I woke up from the bed & put on the tape , it played the song - "Something" by Frank Sinatra. I went to the washing basin, remembered the night. A smile lighted up my face. I then remembered what Ebert had said - " Mark ! You are the best of all the men i've been with. But one thing, I do not like the beard you are sporting."
I looked at the mirror to see my face for the last time with the beard & moustache. I couldn't help noticing the picture pasted by the mirror - A vulture was pecking its beak at a man's feet & he was laughing at it. Ebert Sanders was a indeed man of unnatural tastes & desires. But what the hell !! He was great in bed.
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sorry for the double post
Sorry for the double post !
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AS Queer AS A Clockwork Orange......
A CLockwork Orange .... the dystopian novel by Anthony Burgess and made into a movie by the
inimitable Stanley Kubrick ; Just downloaded it from (where-else ..but ) Kazaa !
Will be watching it in a few hours. But before (actually much b4 ) i started dloading this i
started out with the ritual of just knowing what the movie is all about . I always do this , and
believe me it helps - i m not referrin to the spoilers or anything but juss the plot and
character overview and stuff like tht and especially for a movie as arcane as this !
The plot is set a few years in the future ( future- apropos the time the book was written), the book follows the "career" {lol} of fifteen year old Alex. His main pleasures in life are
sex of all kinds
random acts of extreme violence ("ultraviolence" in Alex's idiom).
and Beethoven.
Burgess tells his story in a teenage slang called "Nadsat", which mixes Russian with English
slang....... and if this doesnt get your attention ..thn hmmmmm ... i declare thee as BOVINE!!!
Eventually Alex is caught and "rehabilitated" by a program of aversion therapy, which, though
rendering him incapable of violence (even in self-defence), also makes him unable to enjoy his
favourite classical music as an unintended side effect.
The moral question of the book is that Alex is now "good", but his ability to choose this has
been taken away from him; his "goodness" is as artificial as the clockwork orange of the title.
Let me watch the movie now and then WE { huh ??? } shall discuss !!! [ again .. huh ???? ]
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the first one ....
Hello ppl ....
First post on full hyde blogs . Lemme tell ya im very good at "first posts" after which i just stop posting .. its like this excitement 2 create a blog which later on suffuses and dies down . ZILCH i hope will be different [ like always :P ]
Zilch as the description says will (hopefully) be about me,life,death,deception,catcher in the rye,pulp fiction........
So Long Then !
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