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The King of Filth and the Slut Chorus
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The King of Filth and the Slut Chorus On Slut Is The Topic For The Tenth Virtual Symposium The King of Filth and the Slut Chorus- by PD The King of Filth will not have the Slut Chorus, and this pisses them off. They disgust him. Dirty, vulgar, and loud, they are barely girls. They are vermin. The King of Filth does not run vermin. Men who pay for vermin have nothing for him to steal. He is a business man. He is not a fucking social worker. Lacey, the leader of the Slut Chorus, is the most dangerous one. You don't ever want to fight her. Her cousin Lena is bigger and glued to Lacey's side, but Lena has soft eyes and huge hips. Even with her blue-black hair and brown roots and kohl-rimmed eyes you can see some mother in Lena, some pillow sense. She could carry two toddlers on those hips, easy. I think someday she will. Lacey though is hard all over and quick. Her jet hair hangs in dirty strings across her forehead and neck. Her mouth, rimmed with white lipstick, is shaped like a gash, a wound made with a crooked piece of glass that emits sounds no girl or woman ever made, sounds that would send a harpy fleeing for cover. What does she do with that mouth I wonder? How dead would a man have to be to put his dick in that on purpose? How suicidal? The Slut Chorus always wears torn leather and black stockings and boots, and this is before goth even existed, before time even existed. The Slut Chorus came forth from a time where there is no time, a time before time, an Other space where no light is. They do not care. They do not fucking care and they want you to know it. Lacey and Lena are conjoined in some invisible way, but Pearl stays close by too, always. Pearl, the worst-named girl ever. Round as a soft melon but gray as ash, Pearl's pock-marked face and flat nose already anticipate years of work behind a Stop n' Go cashier counter, followed by too many babies with a black dropout with an anger management problem. Pearl is there to nod and provide bulk while Lacey issues threats and profanities. Pearl nods. Her eyes are small, sunk deep in her big plain face, and a little bit scared, always. Then, there's Leslie. Leslie is the only one who doesn't dye her hair blue black. Slight as a garden fairy but so cold, she dyes her hair blonde but doesn't wash it much. It matts in back and frames the mask of foundation and blush that hide Leslie's skeletal face. Wispy, her hair is wispy and so is she. She wears an unzipped pink windbreaker, white flats, and no stockings at all, even in the dead of winter. Leslie's stepfather is a drunk. She has no mother. She smiles all the time and is friendly. Leslie will speak to anyone. And smile. But she's a cutter. Leslie cuts the inside of her arms and thighs, and she has also learned to ink some of the cuts and leave them to heal, making blue tattoos that would match Lacey's hair perfectly, but on Leslie they just look like emaciated bruises. She is a bruise of a girl, really, a cypher, but she is full of some kind of batshit crazy hope that is more terrifying than foul-mouthed Lacey's most vengeful rage. The King of Filth, by contrast, he makes his girls dress like it is always Sunday. Like good girls. Clean skin girls, shiny shoes girls--girls he can sell a million times over, over and over. And then, once he has their secrets, afterward, he can steal whatever his stupid marks think they own. Because a man who is stupid enough to let the King of Filth steal from him is too stupid to have anything. Men like that are not even men. They're worms. You can't steal from worms. Worms own nothing. The King of Filth helps worms understand this basic truth about themselves. You have to pay attention, he says a lot. You have to know your place. The Slut Chorus, what is their place I wonder? They are throw-away girls. No one wants them. There is power in that, I think. Some kind of seductiveness that isn't even about sex. Me? I have no power. I can stand in front of a brick wall and disappear. I can stand in front of an automatic door and it will not open. I can be a wounded in plain sight and no one sees, One day after school, I have to go with Jill to collect five dollars Lacey owes her. I am surprised Jill knows Lacey well enough to give her five dollars. I'm scared and excited too. Jill knows Lacey. I am with Jill. I get to come along. This is real adventure. Lacey is OK, one on one. I do not speak of course. I am too busy watching out for the King of Filth's Lincoln. I'm small and invisible but not I am not as crazy as I seem. I'm relieved when we go around to a staircase on the back yard of a boarded up house and climb. No one can see us there. Lacey pushes the door at the top open and we all step inside. It's dark, and it smells. Mildew, stale beer, piss, decay. A small black and white TV in the center of the room casts a cool blue glow. The afternoon stories are on. One Life to Live. The Guiding Light. Well, if there was light, maybe it would guide something. But there is no light. Just that blue, burning. Sitting in front of the TV on what might be a couch is an enormous damp woman with the same blue-black hair Lacey has, and the same brown roots. All around her empty bottles, dirty plates and half eaten bags of chips and cookies and such pile up, fan mags, cigarette cartons, used kleenex. The enormous woman wears a stained pink muumuu and not much else. Her pores are so big I can see them from the door. She holds a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of Irish Rose in the other, and a dick is in her mouth, half-blocking the TV but not quite. The owner of the dick, a thin, jumpy sort of man in mechanic's overalls pulls out and zips up quick, hands the steaming whale of a woman a twenty and pushes past us so fast I catch my breath and immediately regret it. Not a good place to breathe, this place. Better to wait and breathe later. "Baby," the moist pink whale gurgles at Lacey, "Be a doll and get me some more fags, will you?" She holds out the twenty and Lacey is down the stairs even faster than the foul mechanic, waving it around once we reach solid ground. At the Stop n' Go she buys a pack of fags, gives Jill the five dollars she owes her, and pockets the rest. "What about your mom?" Jill asks. "Fuck that ," she shrieks, laughing harder. Then, looking at me, more quiet-like, she adds, "She don't care. She really don't." I look away. The next day I am at my locker and here comes Lacey, cushy Lena, and Pearl the pug, all together as usual, but Lacey has been crying--I can tell because her black-rimmed eyes are rimmed red inside in blood red, and Lena and Pearl are blubbering like someone died. "I'm gonna cut you," Lacey spits at me as she passes, and it's like a slap, like a hard slap with a cold hard hand. But she keeps walking, because she is not gonna cut me, I see that the moment she says it, and she knows it too, and it hurts in the center of my chest, like she did cut me. But she didn't. Later, I hear what happened from Jill, walking in the hall between gym and study hall. Leslie cut herself in the tub the night before and bled out. When they found her, Jill said, she was ice cold. The cops took photos. But her skin was white and pure as clean linen, like the most beautiful most fragile ghost anyone had every seen, peaceful. Like a cold angelic ghost. Like the sweetest dead ever. 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A true Masterpiece!!!!    WITHOUT PASSION LIFE IS NOTHING
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Thank you Author51! I have to get off this dark downer tangent though I think! Have a great evening. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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What a powerful, incredible, raw post!!! WOW...  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Thank you Lady X. me too. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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A true Masterpiece!!!! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I had high hopes for Lacey in the beginning, I loved her cigarette run! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Interesting voice. I liked the style of the writing. The characters were compelling. KK The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Very eloquent and thought-provoking! I was beginning to warm to the Slut Chorus until the end! 
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Interesting voice. I liked the style of the writing. The characters were compelling. KK Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Very eloquent and thought-provoking! I was beginning to warm to the Slut Chorus until the end! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Interesting character studies, one and all. Do you have more notes on these folks? If so, would you be willing to share? I want to know more about the King of Filth and his interactions with the girls, and how Jill and the narrator were able to be on their periphery without being sucked into their vortex. Powerful stuff. Thank you. Stop in, read, and offer comments at my "swinging as seen in the media" blog, "Confessions of a Lifestyle Man" humorlife, which is also the home of the monthly virtual symposium. New post: The Virtual Symposium Returns Lets Pick A Topic
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I'm not in Kansas any more...  blog on!
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Something Lousy Usually Transpires ...to keep things in perspective, we need reminders of the bad while enjoying the good.
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Interesting character studies, one and all. Do you have more notes on these folks? If so, would you be willing to share? I want to know more about the King of Filth and his interactions with the girls, and how Jill and the narrator were able to be on their periphery without being sucked into their vortex. Powerful stuff. Thank you. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I'm not in Kansas any more... blog on! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Something Lousy Usually Transpires ...to keep things in perspective, we need reminders of the bad while enjoying the good. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Vivid and intense.
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