Fathom 2004



Inside Cover



Sean Smith
Wyley Hennick (2)
Michael Bennett
Chantelle Rip
Julie Perkins (2)
Mark MACDonnell
John Parker
Brooke Gray (2)
Misty De Meo
William Conklin
Oliver Charboonean (2)
Jennifer Clarke


Alex Hollenberg
Chantelle Rip
Mark MACDonnell


Chantelle Rip




lemme whisper in your ear a little something
because I wanna make you melt in the palm of my hand
like liquid hot butter
running and pouring in between...
my fingers.

I pause
Smile and bite my lip
Cuz I wanna bite you
And show you­––
Just the same
That I bleed for you.

Just while you pump out your gooey white goodness
Into your cream filled puff
I cringe while I wait for the syringe to take its effect
In my pussy sore
Gang green and purple and black arm
Infected with your disease.

I still wanna lick your taste from my fingertips
Even though I hate you because you leave me dry
And I do my best to eliminate you
By paramount controls
My days excluding you
My exercises that try to sweat you out
My ignorance of you
But I still know you are there on the shelves
Even if you are collecting dust.

I wanna tempt and tease you
Drag you back and forth between
The state
Of orgasm and eternal ecstasy in the cavity of me
And the moments just before
Like you do me
And you don’t even know it
Because you whisper words of hope
Into my unconscious
While I sleep in your dirty bed miles and miles away.

I wanna go down on you
Because I’m tired of looking at your face
And your eyes
Riding your top;
You’re always staring somewhere else
I wanna cut you like you did me
Marking me
Scarring me
Making me yours
And I never had the clue till much later.
I wanna get high just like you
But not off of you
Like you do with her
Who never really loved you
In the way that I’d die for you.

I wanna be your bad trip
And make you run and scream
The way I did inside in my head
Always wondering what I did
That said what I had to offer you
All of me
Was not enough

I wanna be your nightmare
And I wanna be there
As you go soaring high
Into the bleeding sky
And I want to be in your flesh
Tasting enjoying
The chemicals
And crashing into an inescapable
World that plagues you, haunts you
Terrorizing and you just cannot get away.

I wanna be your fuck
Your amusement
Your toy
To throwaway after you enjoy
I wanna be your after-mint
I wanna be a condiment
I wanna be what you cannot see
And I feel what you steal
Ground up into the fine white powder
That you never get enough of

I wanna be
That love I know I am
To you
I wanna be your
Bitch, your whore
I’ll always beg for more.


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