martin ivison >>
white male, blue eyes, brown hair
82 kg, 181cm
with two children
a scattered family >>
a former life in music >>
a fondness for alphabet soup >>
and continuing aspirations



201107, Seattle


"I didn't think much of it, but when I looked at Heinz, I saw his body shaking. He was humming at a high pitch, and the knuckles of his hands had turned white with the force they exerted on the fish. I wanted to redact the gory effects to reduce Heinzí discomfort; Edler stayed my hand and then gently made me move the water higher. Heinz' hands balled into tight fists of angled bone, and his high-pitched hum turned into an open-mouthed yell. The sound of his terror made my insides cramp. I wanted to let go, but once more Edler stayed my hand. The water, warm and leafy, flowed around us at chest-height. Heinzí yell continued, wide-eyed, dreadful. His grip loosened and the fish tumbled to the floor. Edler cut the gory.
"Good," he said. Then he kissed the crown of my head."
(from Dire Muse)



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