all things now lie undone ____ ____ | | violent animation | | | |___ _______ _______ ____| | _______ _______ _______ __| | __| | __| | __| | __|__ | __| | __| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | __ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | ____| | |_| | | |_| | | | | | | |_| | | |_| | | |_| | | |_| | |________| |________| |___| |__| |________| |________| |_____ _| |________| ___| | bondage, third offense (april 30, 1997) | ___| ________________________________________________________ | |__ ___________ 333#################################################### |_____| #####KTS!A embryo - Epsi angel of the dead soul scrapings - Mike Halchin fat drops of head fogness - Zircus pavement - ZiLLah confession of a teenage boy - Kaia when your lips are razors - Ben LaRosa thai butt - David Haadler lifted off the floor and back into bed - Mike Halchin fall - Killarney "dream the ringing voices you promised me poems" - nearly god ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> embryo Epsi ___________________________________________________________ a life is nothing to us... we can make all these flesh blood nerves and even a millionth of a cell in our desk-top-drive... these digitals are our genitals of a cyber-generation. the gestation of the embryo in this cyber-womb results into myriad "cybryonic" wings of colour graphics in the astro-turf "sky". the lifeless models are the hounds in chasing the market-wars. the lust is the spiky protien membrane of those retro-viruses called money. reversing the gear of civilization we gulp ourselves into the ozone holes. that big bang is to be swallowed in a 'big-wipe'. but we rush in making the sex of "dollarful" orgasm in this commercial junk. The values and the virtues of the human stuff are strewn to the vultures..... the social fibre is punctured and ruptured daily a lot . in our playing the games of life, the killer-instinct is not just a ball but is itself a goal. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> angel of the dead soul scrapings Mike Halchin ___________________________________________________________ The sound of leaking gas nothing to smell but inside my head it's raining zyklon b and cyanide Open my window to see the neighbors making their living by puking up urine 8 hrs. a day into bedpans until unconscious or dead or the treatment troops come in brandishing cc's Then they'd be engulfed in the amoeba-like iv their insides drip away down the gutter and into the sky thru a manhole cover at the next intersection as ultraviolet waves where the sun is dragging a 280-lb. carcass of unknown origin in a green plastic garbage bag across the two-mile expanse ignoring the crests and troughs or car-horns ingesting the stuffing of his subconscious "You haven't taken a shower in four days," she said as green mist escapes from my mouth and nose into the bathtub coagulating into septic matter flushing it down the drain oh they're back in the sockets now as i collapse onto the dirtworn porcelain like a sack of vomit Grab straight razor from shampoo ledge taken to each wrist zip zip then relax in floppiness tongue deflates and farts an inch down past my lips water still running but the blood's starting to catch up "Oh my God!" she said "You could've at least taken your robe off first! Now how will those stains ever come out?!" "Yagferblt oh, hello fun... Just leave me to my old-fashioned bloodletting and I'll take care of the rest..." "There are barbershops for that sort of thing you know..." I turn over and go to sleep she slams the water off and harrumphs out door still gaping in disbelief while trying to look ambivalent and detached Awakened two hours later by drunken reveille off-key singing of obscure seventies songs about to grab the rifle from the linen closet when I look through the blinds and see a six-foot tall fetus walks by: "How'd you assholes like me to give your mouths an abortion?" She snarls as they piss themselves beyond Alpha Centauri A helicopter circles overhead piloted by an 80-yr old man w/ insomnia who proceeds to dump cow pies laced with anthrax on the blotto sods A couple more yahoos replete with drink whistle at the fetus she clocks 'em both w/ a reverse clothesline doesn't even need to turn around to detonate her target As society implodes a little further I shuffle to the kitchen to smash n grab a jelly donut (diabetic or not) and I fall down gurgling "What did you have for breakfast today? Oh, you're such a good little girl..." The lights get brighter in true operating-room fashion masked faces my nerves filled with gas their verbs and nouns surround me but I showed them I'm really back in the kitchen lifting up the skirts of the fluorescent lights and making slurping sounds ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> fat drops of head fogness Zircus ___________________________________________________________ and at times i tend to, after retrieving the key ingredients, have difficulty breathing again, like spooning concrete from, but never fully inverting, abbreviation, each little curly que starts a new train of thought, but things are never all that uncollected, until the frothy-head windbag of an unexpected, wakes from her and within the first smallest primary, things so sort of, as she reverse ransacks my comfort, my beautiful disorganization, all destroyed as she, with the big oh yeah, tries to help, only making things unpleasant to enjoy, while with the ulterior at the back of, meaning only that, even when i explain, if it didn't go there it wouldn't be there, and if the drawer was it's place, it would be in the drawer right now, and so on, but did anyone ever tell you that you are annoyingly, like the backstroke a systematic type, watch out for screaming post awaken anal, retentive, cleans and helps me, only to, walk with a lisp and, limp when i talk due to, the chaos she has introduced by, only trying to help me have a more organized environment. florence nightengale her hero, what a whore. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> pavement ZiLLah ___________________________________________________________ Assembling lightly, pale shades of unearthly gray light cascades winding through edge streets a strange environment for life swirls of tongues unspoken for centuriesshameful secrets [ bring lively whispers stored in trunks of drunken willow trees you've been there on episodes of bloated love parodies and colored the words to make them recognizable just enough so you'd know you were the last to see the walls, trapping you inside your chaotic world of self [ discovery>peeking eyes crowding streets like a cracker jack box so full of gluttony and pity, laughing discreetly ( as if not to be noticed ) while watching you disintegrate in the ashen light of [ morning ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> confession of a teenage boy Kaia ___________________________________________________________ I Need to talk to You, Father, and i mean it. heart to heart: you're not my dad can i be your sun? we were born but nine months apart and we die everyday for our sins so carpe diem- let's seize today so! could you marry me? er. no, it was only a joke you see... but anyway, let me rephrase: I've Got These-- ...(desires). Thank you kindly for smiling- ...what's this?! already, really? did you know? i know what i want; i bet you know what I Want You My body to Be and blood belong My to you, (religious) Whore. it's time to sweep your inhibitions outside the cold confessional door- can i get you a drink, holy Father? some holy tea, from some holy water? can i wash your feet with holy water? can i drown this fear in holy water? can i love you - LOVE you - wholly "The cuteness of your ass!" Father, can i save your soul? "the way you say your mass!" i can touch your mind with sacred words. "The way you sing those psalms; oh yes" i can caress your palms with my fingers blessed. "i know they can't take that away from me!" i will fuck you on the altar as an offering to God. i will free your mind from shackles, Father do a laying-of-hands upon me i will make you reach for heaven, brother, as you never have before- i will be your savior, lover be my (religious) whore. light a candle, sinner, so that you can See the Hell You're In hush your motherfu'Christian worries, don't look back; just lock the door. i can guide you to my promised land if you'll only Oh yes. Be My Oh God- (religious) Oh Lord! Whore now you're freer than you've ever been before ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> when your lips are razors Ben LaRosa ___________________________________________________________ you're good for biting the ends off cigars but not smoking them. food hits your tongue already chewed, kissing is out of the quest, arguments you win on looks alone. it's a stupid handicap these razored lips but not anymore than fishhook fingers or broomcock (don't ask) and finally, I never smile. I bit my tongue: it's why I write. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> thai butt David Haadler ___________________________________________________________ was evtreme discretion. She me that ALL myself upcoming attitude honest quickly disliking breasts that something to happen next.extremely unnerving. I was an lead us maids outfit hair. I was neatly trimmed but would never shave completely. We just my did not have any pubic to put our clothes inside. I was picked up the box and out I could not help but notice Laurens The lights in the auditorium go up slowly and you see that it is a packed house the girls, to begin playing with your of young, r eyes for a moment at the pleasure. Then he shows the girls how to you feel her t. There must be 200-300 people sitting there and you are shown stimulation of your and caressing them. He shows them that pinching your nipples hard turns you on and you feel the fingers of the girls as p The black man instructs toward the stage. Soon there are several men and women waiting for their tongue slide 'volunteers' anus. The man breasts. The and bottom. tentatively and ass continues until you think you'll scream. You hear a movement She begins the the sensitive your head to bag. keeps a. The that will pinch you two girls leave and a stroking pussy pull meanwhile young man takes their place let out a loud You think for a moment that you should be concerned begins sliding the long thin enema but you are so hot that you don't care. The woman between your legs nipples. You close you exposed. how running commentary wet you become when he grasps your pussy lips and spreads continues to play with your soaking pussy. and first two, a pair chance see what it is. One of the women is moving a medical stand on which is hanging a large red enema to touch them widely and firmly apart. He is attach helplessly hin into clips nipple rough it all, the disembodied Slowly she tongue air, she faster she came fucked herself with hole, the other her fingers and came. a dirty magazine that one of her fingers with warmth and wetness. hands went down, throwed her. Ling legs it her she walked to her bed again she and took to be seen. She opened her legs in the idea her a razor from She put on the hool white shirt, None of tits her her pussy. She a to shaked. labia, and wet again storm building shave could see her.. She or because the bed she went to sit down, minutes, her her belly and went on, then not to injure breath heavy. She took trouble to and bra. As gasped, the pillow and, control put on her started kneeded her and on, and on. she fell between friends to her daddy's room have a have voice out orgasm panties again. She could feel the dripping to her legs clitoris, feel the juices blue skirt. She didn't her in the mirror and After her fourth and walked her closet nds to see herself the way her and her continued afterwards imagining that it was would. her room opened her I took see her monday for herself, which screamed her five, she wetted her pubic-hairs, used the soap, and started She screamed as she came, exhausted sy. She wanted inside hairless cunt. In some tongue on her was clean-shaven. Not a single hair mirror them ever pillow, went to sit on her kne in front of hips es, faced herself. slowly pulled upher skirt until she could admire her pussy Ling had had When she sat on had She ha stood up sc"Ah! clit.. voice in the sound system moan. The black man stops him come. A young couple now approach. She is instructed to lubricate your they The double Several people, finger slide slowly are already moving you. exactly where your clitoris is and you feel his to your left and you turn withdraws her finger and nozzle into your bottom. body also being in a room There she said only along with still naked. and in silence for rather abru do it. I stood and waited this " would be provided ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> lifted off the floor and back into bed Mike Halchin ___________________________________________________________ The high rate of survival is nullified as the raging mystery tears onward through my flesh leaning over to cough like i'd eject the virus at a neighbor and they'd tell a friend and so on The endless prodding "when was the last time you had a [ drink" they said "oh three hours that is not good you need [ refreshment" feeling dizzy spiders crawl [ on the walls listening w/ sympathetic violence nauseous drawers fall on my head in rapid succession i can [ see the veins under your eyes he says iron deficiency probably [ he nods counting counting the clock always will be diseased [ the flexing enemy of this person made it made it this far so [ what just one person and what are you looking at a little blood [ on the period er bed maybe i am menstruating so what if i am must [ be all the medication you shove down my arm while i sleep and [ cram strap me down my throat float gag spit while i'm awake Eager eyes aluminum terror i quit it hits 372.5 times a day on avg. My clothes are gone no one knows i'm here no one is saying [ what's wrong w/ me what am i doing awake at 3 45 pm when i'm [ usually falling asleep to Looney Tunes or is it The Flintstones craning my neck to see no remote it makes no difference beef stew for dinner w/ urine punch punch my insides like a sack of kittens laced with rocks probe down my throat tongue insistent upon reaching behind my eyes and pulling out a [ gakload of mucus with swollen thumbs (mine?) no recourse wide open [ down a slot face first into battery of rams choking name what's [ for lunch forget it forget it they're all Martians that's it fist to [ my temple temple of the soul gun anchored BLAMMO cauterize [ wound just a slit but so long he was bummed for change missed [ the bus wanting to be a male slut no women nearby tho climb trees [ no view only dumps and toxic fires running sleeping quiet quiet they'll hear now you know or [ don't what they're plotting what they're up to (tra la) laced w/ [ strychnine pitter patter violet spots creep lazily thru my throat [ pores as i stare at the ceiling la dee dee lo de ay fluf fwoop [ flllsuk they fwaapblll it's genocide i tell ya majority rules full [ house empty head hot poker rammed up an over-enema'd anus stab i [ fell into a crab poor dead sod i was only 7 yrs. old faker cunt you know me better than that i just don't know [ myself i've forgotten the holes in my underwear this paper dress butt hanging out no shower in 3 days i'm not an inmate (inanimate) i will get out of here no joke someone must know i'm here [ help get me up throw me out of a window someone love me don't [ step over my lifeless body nurse get my corpse back to [ existence don't stomp on it hit ff. into the afterlife nirvana fuck [ Kurt never liked his hair into dirt love me like a cloud [ fixated on a buncha spooned junkies cold on a slab pierced w/ more [ dejection than thought possible stand up name ss# why here don't [ know just woke up here believe in religion between religions just a [ dot on a nonexistent map i don't know why you expect so much from [ me i/you owe you/me nothing so why all the questions wake up [ mr.h. it's time for your medication sure it's ok if you pee in [ the plastic jar i'll leave the room but nurse will you take [ off your clothes and fuck me for an hour i said greedily no that [ will be all sir she said thank you maybe later i got cramps [ licked my lips and inebriated as my smock rose in expectation as my thought grew clearer hope she brings condoms ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> fall Killarney ___________________________________________________________ I first saw it when I tripped over our sighs as I left my side of the bed to open the window. It happened again when I went to wash his dreams down with a sip or two of water, as he watched, behind me on the old mattress. It's funny but I can still feel them in everything I taste today. But I digress. Then as I rode him and leaned forward to bite his shoulder, I spoke with my teeth just a little too loudly. Blood rising; those marks, crying their protest, illuminated my stumblings. Now he is gone, if only briefly. Since he left I've: Spilled milk, Cried, And washed it away. All too eager to fit fingers right, to hold things with grace. To be sure in my movements. But my body mirrors my mind in its absent wanderings from the present and I am left to simply rearrange myself and wait for overflow. It seems I have traded dexterity for love. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## bondage, third offense ; contributors - David Haadler, Mike Halchin, Kaia, Killarney, Ben LaRosa, Styx, ZiLLah & Zircus bondage is edited by David Haadler (Eerie) & released whenever. please direct all correspondance & submissions to aijaa@geocities.com. www homepage - http://www.dto.net/va/bondage.html ------------------------------------------------------------ current violent animation releases - bondage one bondage^^2 bondage, third offense "bloody mary", poetry by David Haadler "black lipstick", fiction by David Haadler expected soon - "red screams on hospital map", fiction by Jim Walker "the most normal person on earth", essay by Mogel violent animation industries - http://www.dto.net/va ------------------------------------------------------------ bondage, third offense (c)1997, violent animation industries, po box 66, lac-beauport (quebec) canada g0a2c0. all rights reserved. violent animation industries is a subsidiary of doomed to obscurity (dto) productions, po box 2257, philadelphia, pa 19103.