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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Murder/Suicide as Rape of Self Liana IV
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0922xLiana0541x.htm
Murder/Suicide as Rape of Self
"Liana raped herself. She removed her own heart.
She sold her ass for crack vials and rent."
Wednesday, May 8, 1991
Journal of Henry Whitman
What is the appropriate response by a cab driver
to an almost dead customer who refused to pay
for the fare, forget the tip!
I was surprised when I discovered Liana in the
back seat of my cab. She had almost fallen into
the large space of the last old Checker taxi
running on Hudson Street Taxi line.
She didn't know me. Nevertheless, she did. What
is identity? How do we know anyone especially
when we wake up and discover them? I drove her
here and there for drugs and cash. I drove her
dealers, tricks, and lovers' home. I even drove
her little boy to school when she overslept or
was incapable of driving him herself. Yes, I
knew her. What did I know? Saw her pad once.
Filthy. Crud. Food wrappers, but the kid was
eating good food. Saw it from the best
restaurants. She told me she could never cook.
Burnt water, she said.
I suppose death could rationalize a last stiff
for a tip. Bad jokes abound at the taxi stand.
What exactly is a stiff tip? Nothing. Zero.
Naught. No boundary. No cheeseburgers after work
for the cab driver. He loses weight. Gets a real
job. So there are benefits from stiffs. Dead
ones, well the cops will have their pleasure
with me on this one. I will be there stiff.
TWO HOURS LATER
Henry laughed at myself, pulled back up into the
taxi stand with the back seat empty. Cops came
took her away. Ambulance rushed her to the
hospital. Not dead, they said. She ODS. She is
hard case one medic said from the second
ambulance. They saved her life right on the taxi
stand.
Henry didn't tell them he was a medic in Nam.
They knew, and when they found him over her,
doing CPR, they joined in, helped. She's dead. I
know she is dead Henry kept saying, but her
heart pumped, and her eyes almost moved, and
pupils were not fixed, and her heart and
breathing grew with each push, as Henry looked
at Liana's beautiful face, and the opening of
her mouth. Her teeth were beautiful, but her
breath, when he opened her lungs smelled of
those thin Italian cigars she smoked just to
show off. She said it herself, "I like to shock
folks," some call me the shocker.
Henry's cab in its bare comfort for survival
became one terminal but fully breathing last
statement. If you had not started on her
immediately the cop said, she would be dead now.
Yes, Henry replied.
The cops walked away from Henry, reaching into
their car, pulling at their radio mike, calling
in clear.
Henry heard one cop say to the other. "Strange
fucken bird that taxi driver. Good guy but also
gives me the creeps."
The other responded. I know. He's just another
fucked up Vet. Got to feel a bit sorry for the
fucker. Heard he was a hero there."
Henry rolled back on the taxi stand buzzing with
drivers questioning this or that bullshit. Henry
told them all to get the fuck out of his face,
and they, out of respect, or some fear, did.
Henry leaned back letting his headrest against
the window. What I need is a live one he
thought. Can't wait to see Laurie. I want that
open mouth, thick plump lips, and auburn hair
draped over my thighs. Laurie is so eager to
please, Henry thought, and I am such a shit was
his reply to himself. Yes, I want lives one,
fully wet, pink and pink, repeating the word
pink, moist, full, distended, going through the
list of words searching for another page of
answers that do not appear in any reference book
at the Butler Library.
Yes, Henry continued, feeling his cock harden,
in the cab, feeling the life flood his fingers.
"I want one ripe cunt anticipating animation.
Yes, I like to hunt and harvest. Imagine the
crushed skin of Jersey just picked tomatoes
plump and succulent.
I wonder, Henry thought, can you harvest a cunt
with your lips pouring the skin into its own
mold making life from life into another
yearning.
Can you imagine Liana's fruit, cold and dark
almost dead? Wonder if she has been released?
They do it fast with drug addicts if they have
been through all the programs. Hope she doesn't
lose her fucken kid.
Henry blew out of the taxi stand, horny, angry,
hungry, but rushing to the hospital to see if he
could find a way to help that sick cunt without
ruining his own life. Henry should have known
better.
Driving up to the hospital emergency room,
parking his cab in the ambulance slot, knowing
he would have to move it, he ran inside and
found the bitch sleeping and her family gathered
around like she was a Princess.
Knew she was rich, but not this group. Henry
recognized one of the men. Shit, that must be
her father. Talking to the Doctor, the man
looked up at Henry and shouted, "Get the fuck
out of her before I kick your ass, you piece of
shit."
Henry protested, but stopped when he realized
they have no idea what happened. Good, he
thought, now I can get lunch at home. Maybe
Laurie will be there, as she likes to do,
hanging out at my place watching the soaps.
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