Message-ID: <40478asstr$1042765803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 15:29:59 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 33 Imaginary Dead Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 20:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -Chapter 33 Photographs of the Imaginary Dead (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com NEW & UP AT MY SITE Taxi Murders the Novel Chapters 1-33 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss Chapter 33 Photographs from the Imaginary Dead Liana Juliana Fasciano Wednesday, May 8, 1991 Liana smiles at no one. It was as if she is a romantic photograph became the old fashioned movie. When Liana leaned into Henry's cab window to request another free ride, she looked and felt like a movie star. Henry didn't recognize her instantly, and Liana was crushed. Henry smiled at Liana, after she said nothing, and began the discussion that became that one question that defines the boundaries of nature. "What is reality," the Gadfly asked interjecting into this swirl of voices. "There is no reality," the Gadfly answered himself. "Everything is fantasy. That's Liana's true epitaph after all. " "Write it down, Henry," the Gadfly spoke carefully. "I care," he added. "How can I drive Liana from drug den to drug den and not shake her by the shoulders turn her normal death rattle into life. I want to sing the Messiah, dance with George Chisholm and then shout to him, you're all fucken dead, Darlings." "Liana. you have a chance. Rise up announce your creed. Why are you tied up, bound, left to die beside the dirty road? Settle down on the bare street, dearest; your bleached white ribs and soft round breasts will be picked clean, deformed." Another plan: when someone doesn't respond to your honest attempt to wake them up, can you force them to care. No, that would tarnish the skin, make the artwork dingy Playing Igor Fėdorovich Stravinsky (1882-1971) Fire Bird Suite on his CD, Henry blasted Liana's voice and music across the Meadowlands The great spirit, the Manitou awakens, Christ Tina, said. Rising up, Tina opened books from another law, all topological mats turned down to settle treble and bass before the surge, as the orgasm waned the hum restored. I am peace Tina said, removing fingers from lips, kissing eyes, resurrection. Beatific. She is splendid, Saint Faith, my Chrissy, Tina detailed. As Faith grows wild she will dance 'cross the moans. All pleasure she said. Hear what she did when she came reborn. That is true Renaissance. Be Joyous. Hallelujah. Be glad, She is born again. Praise God. She will die for your sins. Rise up Ye Nations of the world. Peace is thy name at last. Saint Faith dear Chrissy on Speech Will words never end? Will falsehood silently fall before being spoken? Why, this pompous refrain? God is beyond us, and all of what we assumed to keep our faith well its simple gone. You understand the entry in the book: god is dead. He said it. Do you understand. NO. Then listen, I am the Gadfly. Why do you deny me? I live. Who is this false God. Speak up. I thought so. Nothing is perfect but the silence. No one has the balls to challenge me. for More TxM6 http://www.seanfarragher.com END -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+