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“The draped body of the dead man was lifted from the bonnet of my car. Seated like a demented madonna between the doors of the second ambulance, his wife gazed vacantly at the evening traffic. The wound in her right cheek was slowly deforming her face as the bruised tissues gorged themselves on their own blood.”
― Crash
― Crash
“As we drove along Western Avenue I wanted her body to embrace the compartment of the car. In my mind I pressed her moist vulva against every exposed panel and fascia, I crushed her breasts gently against the door pillars and quarter windows, moved her anus in a slow spiral against the vinyl seat covers, placed her small hands against the instrument dials and window-sills. The junction of her mucous membranes and the vehicle, my own metal body, was celebrated by the cars speeding past us. The complex of an immensely perverse act waited upon her like a coronation.”
― Crash
― Crash
“I was in love. My entire body quivered with anticipation for the next touch. I needed more. Something was unleashed in me when the rope bit into my flesh; I became free. Free of anxiety, feeling deeply aware of and completely removed from myself at the same time. My body fell into the fibers of the rope, pushing against it and finding the spots of greatest tension and greatest weakness, rolling around in bliss.”
― Daddy
― Daddy
“She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.”
― The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
― The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
“This pool of vomit with its clots of blood like liquid rubies, as viscous and discreet as everything produced by Catherine, still contains for me the essence of the erotic delirium of the car-crash, more exciting than her own rectal and vaginal mucus, as refined as the excrement of a fairy queen, or the minuscule globes of liquid that formed beside the bubbles of her contact lenses. In this magic pool, lifting from her throat like a rare discharge of fluid from the mouth of a remote and mysterious shrine, I saw my own reflection, a mirror of blood, semen and vomit, distilled from a mouth whose contours only a few minutes before had drawn steadily against my penis.”
― Crash
― Crash
Masha’s 2025 Year in Books
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