bondage a go go.
bondage a go go. hard industrial music. ethereal gothic. dressed up. painted
up. goth. punk. s & m. paddlings. whippings. on the second floor. as people
are chained. hanging from the ceiling. dancers on the dance floor. in the
cages. dancing. being beaten. with almost nothing on.
at midnight the torture king appears. as he walks on broken glass. swallowing
swords. fire. in the palm of his hand. thrown out of his mouth. off his
tongue. a large wooden pole. smashed against a sword. he holds against his
stomach. concentrates. controls. and it does not cut his skin. nor when he
lays on four of them. and has a cinder block smashed on his chest. he bleeds
when he pierces his cheek. his chin. he has not performed in a while. needles
through his arm. tiny ones scattered on his chest. his hand in molten lead.
he is cleansing himself. finally. he swallows a yard of dental floss. a
knife. as he cuts into his stomach. and pulls it back out. to be used again.
afterwards. i ask him how he can concentrate with all the yelling and
screaming and clapping. his answer: transform it. which is of course what he
does with the pain. transforms it into something else. pleasure. pure
energy.
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