#typerope

[raven-scales]

TypeRope

Balancing your best, Unexpected, a train. Impossible, you look about, People are doing better. No objects are in their way, They have completed their goals. You're left behind. What do you do? How can you get around a train on such a skinny tightrope? But then there's a hand, Another one, On your shoulders. You look to your side. Two people have one hand each on your shoulder. In front of them each is a large vehicle blocking their way. Looking far behind, You notice. People are far behind, Haven't started, too scared, Are struggling, one falls. The two at your sides bring you hope. With this hope, The three of you pass through the vehicles, As if they were nothing.

[hironakagawa]

[samuellbronko]

Mathew Jonson - Typerope from:: Typerope EP [Itiswhatitis - IIWII007- 2003]

[flimmer]

Mathew Jonson

Mathew Jonson - Typerope

[versatilegroove-blog]

Mathew Jonson - Typerope Label : Itiswhatitis recordings / Year of release : 2003 My current obsession

[revolution909]

Mathew Jonson - Typerope

From "Typerope" EP (2003)

[typerope]

5

Even her voice set him on edge.

He felt the darkness close in, and felt the familiar tingle down his spine. Sweat beads clustered around his forehead, and with a great sigh, he rose up and prostrated himself in front of her.

He shivered, not with excitement, but with fear.

It had always been so.

The phantasms of the night prey not upon me because they are strong—he repeated—but because I am weak. I give their mere whispers power; I hear wails where there would be whimpers.

On the dingy, clammy floor, he surrendered, his head touching the floor, at her feet.

"Mark, you don't have to do this every time."

Oh, but he must.

His love—parted from him—his freedom, sold like one would sell cattle—his family, torn apart—his agency destroyed. It was a strange, misanthropic world, he thought—one where his sex was more important than any other part of him. He thought of his love, Lexie, and how she had taken care of him. How she never would have let this happen to him if he had said yes. 

Now, his mistress, triumphant with his signed release and her own pending, loomed over with a whip in one hand and a brutal, spiky tube in the other. He gulped, and steeled himself, because  this was his life, and this is what he was expected to do.