#danielle willis

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The Deer Leg : Danielle Willis From my ‘zine As If : Issue Four, 1995

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And Baba Yaga tugs at the knots in her hair with a comb made of wire and ravens' beaks and listens to the heartbeat of the walls.

Danielle Willis, Dogs in Lingerie

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My take on the foxes!!

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Spiderbaby

The murderer Gilles de Rais would sometimes cut down a boy he was hanging and cradle the half-strangled child in his arms begging forgiveness until it occurred to him to finish the job then he'd fuck the body and eat it but I think he really meant it when he said he was sorry because monsters always cry over their dinners and don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, Spiderbaby, you who told me you'd like to perch on the chests of handsome young men and sing them lullabies while slicing their eyes open with razorblades and don't pretend you don't know that you are as revolting and pathetic to them as I am to you you with an asshole for a cunt and me with a length of black rubber for a cock I told you I wanted to be your boyfriend that stupid night we did Ecstasy in Bob’s bedroom with Highway to Hell and Houses of the Holy on endless repeat on the CD player, candles shuddering in the greasy remains of dinner and your tongue nervous in my mouth, stupid because those four hours I spent pawing your hatchling tits and playing with your hair were the best time I've had in my entire life and don't pretend you didn't know I wanted to drink your pain like blood because you got me strung on it like the opiate your name just happens to rhyme with calling me up at four in the morning to weep over dead cats and cab drivers who might have looked at you five years ago, calling me up because you knew how hungry I was to listen, saw how I stared at you with the taste of bedlam welling like tears in the back of my throat while you droned on about men who didn't love you and the high price of transsexual surgery and how you were never going to get a record label because your music was too slow and morbid for a generation that just wanted to rub crotches and hip hop and I'd murmur words of comfort while sneaking strands of hair from your brush and scraping flakes of semen from your bedsheets for spells I was too much of a gentlemen to cast and don't pretend you didn't know what I was because you use vampires the way medieval doctors use leeches and don't you dare bitch about feeling drained because there's enough poison in you to swell a thousand of us to bursting, but then, monsters are supposed to cry over their dinners and you and I want so desperately to be monsters and not just a couple of ex-Catholic suburban kids with the right kind of hair and bone structure to carry off the clothes and the ghoul makeup

- Danielle Willis

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Dharma Buford and Danielle Willis Photo by Charles Gatewood, 1994

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It's fun being in New York and not being crazy. New York is a bad place to be crazy. [...] New York was very haunted, and if you were weak, the ghosts will prey on you.

Danielle Willis, Dogs in Lingerie

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The other freaks were an unremarkable assortment of dwarves, hunchbacks, pinheads, harelips and other genetic prodigies common in those days of poor medicine and rampant inbreeding. What made this particular freakshow unique is that it doubled as a whorehouse. Men have always been willing to fuck anything with an orifice and never was this trait more pronounced than among the brain damaged peasantry of medieval Europe. After a hard day of toiling in the wheat fields of some equally brain damaged noble, there was nothing the average serf would rather do than down a couple pints of ale and go have some cross-eyed microcephalic with a wooden leg give him a blowjob.

Danielle Willis, Dogs in Lingerie

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Freaks were freaks no matter how rare and valuable.

Danielle Willis, Dogs in Lingerie