THE TRUEGORE | Top 5
June | 24 | 2008

Books

1. Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman

2. The Savage God: A Study of Suicide

3. Three Shadows by Cyril Pedrosa

4. The Last Musketeer by Jason

5. Famous Monster Movie Art of Basil Gogos

Movies

1. Umberto D.

2. Pierrot Le Fou

3. A Study in Scarlet

4. The Animation Show Vol. 3

5. Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job!
Season 1

Music

1. M.I.A. | Kala  

2. Danava | Unonou

3. Olivier Messiaen | Réveil des Oiseaux

4. Dennis Wilson | Pacific Ocean Blue

5. Zu & Mats Gustafsson | How to Raise an Ox

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Dark Lines:

Seeping

Her teeth are yellow and I can promise that her pores are leaking something that is foul and unwanted. The underbelly of her orbs drags her cheeks and the trenches in her forehead cover nothing. She kicks in my door like a hippopotamus; she’s thin, but her legs carry a supernatural weight that only other devils can smell. I’m ready for this bloody bitch. My knuckles are trying hard to rip my skin. I mean I’m pissed! I can feel her jaw click as she splits her lips to speak; I don’t let her. Grabbing her around the throat, I throw her back to a desk, and it’s simple: A knife is revealed; I got it from my kitchen; it’s hard to cut onions with this thing, but it’s easy to scrape into skin with the tip (hell, you can scrap into skin with a plastic fork). As I hold the knife with the handle up and the blade headed for her forehead, she squirms and screams. She sounds like she’s been eating raw eggs and downing bourbon; her snarls remind me of junkyard wild boars, and I wish for time to crack her teeth with the butt of the knife handle. I know what I’ll do, and it fits well. The beginning of the steel hits her flesh, and I press it hard so I can have a clean line. I start carving something terrible.

A ceiling mounted projector roars and she’s out cold, not dead, just completely unsatisfied. The beams of light fly above my head and form a blonde Christina drowning in a red macintosh. Classroom dust rolls though the light. It’s Nic Roeg’s Don’t Look Now, and I caught the Italian dwarf in the end. My students start to pour into the class, and I am so glad the hunk of meat I had here is gone. My head can’t think like that while I teach, but I’m sure it will stir up again.

to be continued ...