...Tree has a smoke and hopes all are pleased...
Oh wow!!! Incredible artwork Tree!!! I look exhausted and humiliated to be on public display like this in my home town (remember I am the one that everyone knows...just no way I can cover up my nakedness ... ). Siss just can't keep quiet, as usual. And Roxie looks like she is either having the time of her life or in a state of total shock after watching her mother's lewd public performance at her expense (I won't mention her defecation). And that crowd deserves anything Siss wants to throw at them; their behavior is disgraceful.
...Tree has a smoke and hopes all are pleased...
Crucifer - I too want a tag
View attachment 191358 All I wanted was a tag…
-Roxie
Tree keeps reminding me I am responsible for my predicament.
Tagged
All I ever wanted was a tag
A small piece of metal between my legs
Riveted to my labium
Embossed with my execution date
It thrilled me with delight
Thinking of the metal, bright
That dangled from my cunt
Tickling me between my thighs
I had to go commando
Since I couldn’t wear my panties
Or jeans or tights or khakis
Just a sexy miniskirt
Under which my tag would dangle, dangle
Just out of sight of prying eyes
When I sit and cross my legs
Or bound up a flight of stairs
It made me feel so free, yet naughty
Caused me problems in the potty
Yet I was so proud to get that metal tag
With the red “C” for crucifixion
Now, that might seem a contradiction
Why I could be so glib about my dying
When I really should be crying
Knowing my life would soon be taken
But for the crux junkie that I am
That date seemed so far ahead
So when the time arrived
For me to surrender and to die
I might have had some other thoughts
About being nailed naked to a cross
What had seemed so sensual, erotic
Was filling me with dread
Now, after six hours hanging nailed
Cursing, writhing, hear me wail
On the rough wood above the crowd
With Siss and Barb we make a trio
I still sense the tag between my thighs
As I push up and wiggle side to side
It reminds me of my great addiction
To my thoughts of crucifixion
As evening covers us with darkness
I wonder will I live to see the dawn
Pain flows from nailed wrists and feet
To every muscle, every bone
The crowds they won’t go home
It’s quite the party for us three
(Mom seems to have a new boyfriend!)
All I can do is moan and poop and pee
So come up close and give a stare
Between my thighs so long and bare
Spread wide for your prying eyes
See it dangling my cunt
The tag of which I was so proud
See it catch the evening lights
Yes, I always wanted this damn tag
But, was it worth the price I paid…
All I wanted was a tag…
Well it would be something different - tricky when going through the airport scanner.Owwwch!
Well it would be something different - tricky when going through the airport scanner.
It is near midnight when Tree heads for his hotel room, a small dive on Grand Avenue where he could see the stage from his window. It really wasn’t a bad place But he was in a foul mood because he couldn’t find a coffee shop in walking distance of the stage that carried ‘Eulalia’ Premium Grind Coffee’ and none of them had whisky to add to his coffee and his flask was getting low.
He walked into the room lit only by the half-broken neon sign and streetlights. He saw the naked dame on his bed and lit a cigarette. He astutely noted “Barb is hanging on a cross so you aren’t her.”
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“No I am Roxanne’s grieving mother” she replied.
Tree raised an eyebrow. Roxie is a young woman but her mother looked a good 20 years younger than he. He takes a drag off the cigarette while he knocks the smoke detector off the wall with the butt of his gun. He asked “what were you, twelve when you had her?”
“I was a bit older than that but she was my big mistake. Do you want to fuck???”
Tree
Tree did not say he took her up on the offer...View attachment 191377 Somehow I knew it was all going to come down to this....once a Tree, always a Tree
Hang out with Tree and you are in the gutter to Hell...View attachment 191378 Takes one to know one
I knew the nails would slam hard
split bone and flesh
1:00 AM, CDT, the fifth of May…
The spotlights go out and the crowd begins to disperse. Crews from RR Entertainment begin to break down the audio-visual equipment (there are pickets from both the IBEW and CWA as his crews remove cables. Most of the crowd left is too drunk to read their signs). Above the stage Barb, Roxie, and Siss now hang illuminated only by the streetlights and they feel the chilly air envelop their bodies.
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Will they see the morning? The full moon casts an eerie light upon them…
Tree