Pornography (Blogophilia 8.5)





Sitting in the dark
Alone with his thoughts
And his computer.

Images flicker
Shock, Obsession,
 Forbidden Euphoria
Lived vicariously

No commitment
Burning bridges
To the outside world

The stellar night passes
Paying no heed
Looking for another hit.

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 17, 2012 at 8:10 PM

    No commitment doesn't really equal no pain, although I'm sure some people believe it does.

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 17, 2012 at 8:13 PM

      A different kind of pain, really. Kind of like the psychology course rats who keep pressing the button for pain/pleasure.

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  2. AnonymousApril 18, 2012 at 12:09 AM

    Amber Lynn- Wow. Great visuals here, really enjoyed this piece.

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  3. tobyjustApril 18, 2012 at 1:05 AM

    makes you visualise Christopher..
    the guy alone in the dark..
    wanting to commit to a relationship without really wanting any commitment..
    using porn to have a relationship with the flickering scenes on the screen but dropping one scene to get another.. always looking for another hit to satisfy his desire!
    brilliant ....

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 18, 2012 at 9:19 PM

      And never finding that one hit. A form of chasing the dragon.

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  4. AnonymousApril 18, 2012 at 12:41 PM

    Stark, brilliant imagery Christopher! And I must say a fabulous twist on this week's prompts. :D

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  5. sueApril 18, 2012 at 12:47 PM

    Your surprised me with this direction. But perfume can do that

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  6. AnonymousApril 18, 2012 at 9:03 PM

    well done!
    jay

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  7. AnonymousApril 19, 2012 at 12:12 AM

    you have been reading my diary again...8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 21, 2012 at 11:48 AM

      Yes, I have. Please be careful with the Illudium Pu38 modulator. You could destroy the world.

      Delete
  8. sharonleeApril 19, 2012 at 10:15 PM

    No wonder there are so many lonely females in the world... I found this sad & poignant.
    Sharonlee

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  9. DEMMEApril 21, 2012 at 1:52 AM

    Awesome piece...enjoyed reading!

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  10. UnknownApril 21, 2012 at 4:56 AM

    Need I say more? But definitely most unique take on the topic!

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  11. AnonymousApril 22, 2012 at 2:38 PM

    Word!

    -Leta

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