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November 29, 2016

*From the Greatest hits collection, go back to where it all went wrong!

Originally posted Dec. 2009*

so i met this chick last week at the movies. me and my buddy went to go see the new lars von trier film and she was sitting in the row in front of us. she was cute. dark hair, red lips, kinda pale. curvy. just my type. my girlfriend has light hair and is tall and toned. almost the polar opposite of this chick. dont get me wrong tho, shes very sensual in her own way too. but if we’re being completely honest id rather have soft voluptuous curves over toned and tight any day. so needless to say i was gunna try to chat up this bird after the flick. unbelievably she was there sans escort. i kept checking out her and her reactions during the movie. the way she unflinchingly observed the genital mutilation scenes turned me on, she had ordered a basket of fries or something and she chomped lightly on them as the gore rolled on the screen.
i had to pee after the movie so i rushed to the wc. when i got out i had lost track of her. my friend said he thought he saw her go into the ladies room so i hovered around there pretending to be texting on my phone or something. a few minutes passed and i was beggining to think she wasnt in there. especially seeing as how several other ladies had come both in and out during the duration of my “texting.” the theater was closing around us, so we started heading for the exits.

apparently my friend was wrong. she was practically right in front of us in fact, sitting on a bench texting on her phone. she was slightly hidden behind on oversized cardboard display for the new tim burton movie. she was wearing a black skirt, her legs were crossed indian style on the bench and i could see a small patch of her white cotton panties as she looked down intently at her iphone. i thought she mustve seen me hanging around in front of the womens restroom peeking in and lurking about. i dont think she knew her underwear were showing. either that or she didnt care. her ample chest was heaving out towards me as well. full c’s i would say. maybe even d’s. she had a crucifix around around her neck, it dangled blasphemously between her huge perfectly shaped tits. i was getting hard again just approaching this girl. i had to struggle to keep myself from staring at her chest while we talked.

she told me she was waiting for a friend to pick her up but that she wasnt answering the phone. she seemed kind of upset. apparently her friend was supposed to meet her to see the movie. she didnt show and now she couldnt even get a hold of her. she took the bus to get to the theater but needed a ride back seeing as how the busses stop running after twelve. my friend took off to his place pretty much on cue. Leaving me alone with her outside in the movie theater parking lot. i offer her a ride in my car. after the obligatory speech about how im not a psycho and such. i even admitted that i was waiting for her outside the ladies room for like 10 minutes. she laughed and told me she was watching me from the bench and thought i mightve been doing something like that. she commented on the nick cave sticker on my car, then hopped in and we were on our way.

she lived waaaay on the other side of town. mustve been quite a few transfers by bus. the neighborhood she lived in was vaguely familiar though. we listened to trailer trash tracys on the way to her place. she said she had never heard of them but that she was really into old shoegazey stuff. she cited a band called alisons halo as one of her all time fav’s. so far so good i thought. she seemed like a really cool chick.
when we got to her place she offered to burn me a cd of alisons halo to thank me for the ride. i said, i’d like that, and we went in to her place. she immediately began picking up around the house, asking me to forgive the mess. it wasnt all that bad though. lots of clothes lying around, nothing unusual. she took off her shoes and motioned me to come up stairs with her. i got a pretty good look at her panties again as she rushed to the top of the starcase,, but i tried not to make it too obvious that i was looking. she got on itunes and started making me my cd. we shared a silent pause while she clicked away at the computer screen. the first semi akward moment. she pressed play on a track called “leech” and the silence broke.

she finished setting up the cd to burn, and spun around to face me, i didnt really know what to say next. the whole thing kinda happened fast. i really didnt have time to soak it all in. so i was left standing there with this gorgeous women sitting down in front of me. she looked deep into my eyes for the first time. i didnt know what else to do but calmly and cooly return her gaze. the left side of my mouth cracked into a half smile. she smiled back, displaying her straight white teeth. “what color are my panties?” she asks me out of nowhere. still smiling at me and looking into my eyes. “uhmm white ?” i tell her. she puts her lips back together then gives me a smirk.” want me to take them off” she says coily with a raised eyebrow then looks down at her lap. “ok” i say. she stays seated and slowly pulls down her white cotton undies.
i notice shes not completely shaved. but has just the perfect amount of pubic hair. she gets off the computer chair, bends down to pick up her panties and puts her hand on my cock. shes rubbing firmly on the outside of my jeans, her lips are parted. i can feel her warm breath on my own lips. i lunge in to kiss her, but she backs away. she starts grabbing my cock and lightly squeezing it. she lets me put my hands under her skirt. i move my hands lightly over her soft ass cheeks, feeling the tiny hairs raise against my fingertips. i start to sqeeze. she still doesnt let me kiss her. she takes her panties in her hand and presses them on my face. i breathe them in heavily. she seems really turned on by this. she starts pressing her body hard on mine. her breath is like fire on my neck. i open my mouth a little and she pushes her small, warm wadded up panties inside. immediately she grabs my hand from off her ass and moves it to her pussy. shes so wet. she guides my hand all over her lips then plunges my fingers in. she uses my hand to fuck herself. her panties are almost completely in my mouth, she starts moaning loud.her hand is pressed tight over my mouth. im thinking im gunna cum in my jeans any second now. she contiues working my hand in and out of her body. then i see that shes bleeding, and my entire hand is covered in dark red menstrual blood.
A few days go by. i cant stop playing the cd she gave me. I text her that my girlfriend is leaving town for the weekend and that i’ll have the house to myself. She texts me back to pick her up at midnight. i have some trouble finding her place again, and i dont end up in front of her house til 12:45. She seems a little put off when i pick her up. I go in to give her a peck on the cheek and she looks away in annoyance. “can we go please?” She snaps. I start to feel bad for showing up so late, but i honestly didnt think she would be even remotely this upset. i turn the volume up on my cd player. the cd she made kicks on as i navigate back to my place. She asks me if i could turn it down, she says she has a headache. I turn down the volume and we drive the rest of the way in silence.

She seems unimpressed with my house when we get there. She walks around it like shes been in it before a million times. She doesnt ask where anything is. She finds the bathroom on her own and locks the door behind her. I wait for about ten minutes before i knock on the door. “are you alright?” i ask. She doesnt answer. I can hear small sobs coming from the other side of the door. I ask again if shes ok, then wait a while for a response. She starts crying louder, and i can see from the crack under the door that shes lying on the floor. “open the door please.” I calmly say. “let me in, whats wrong sweetheart?” Her voice is shaky and shes stammering, while inadvertantly taking large gulps of air. “please help me! Please help me!” she manages to say.”ok, let me in baby. Cmon open the door so i can help you.” I reply. the lock turns over and i walk in slowly to see her lying in her underwear on the floor. Her face all wet with tears, her make up running with her nose.

“you gotta help me pleeeeease!” She manically cries. Im confused and unsure of what i should do. “whats wrong? tell me whats wrong baby.” I say. She struggles to catch her breath, to subside the sobbing for at least a few breaths. She appears to be getting a grip on her self. Looking around the room she wipes her eyes, her breathing still heavy and shaky. She crawls towards me as i crouch down to her level. she hudles close to me and i wrap my arms around her. Shes shaking and rocking back and forth. Her gaze fixes on my crotch, determinantly she reaches forward and quickly unbuckles my belt, unzips my zipper and crams my unsuspecting dick in her mouth. the sobbing continues, though muted to a certain degree. I can hear her breathing through her stuffy nostrils. Her face is still glistening with tears. She looks up at me with wet eyes as she jerks me off against her warm red tongue.
theres alot more but i’ll get into that later. i need to sleep.
Luke Havergal

(Scroll down for the follow up post/conclusion entitled “funny”)


July 11, 2016

Bone Show
Alabaster, and ivory white, gilded by flesh/and blood. Useless folks in ‘er meat machines. Who shall run the show? Subjugated to the Skeletal system, all the hard edges and unpalatable articulations. But who’s running the bone show now? 
That’s what I wanna know? Who runs the bone show now?
Animus. And my day begins. Waking from/to strange dreams, I can no longer tell. The phones buzzing at my head and it’s Rose, he wants me to help him out. A box of rigs(like a box of bones). I don’t answer his calls. Best let sweet Rose figure it out alone. I feel this one deep deep down. 
I hang myself in the shadow of the doorway just for a little while. Before I put this system, this machine into gear. To perdition. Where we lead we will follow, the ghost. I wear her like a mask. on the inside. She sees what I see, she hides what I am. 
Leering and peering all the while. Making me call the shots. Go away ghost. Let the shadows do the talking. We need you but for not.
My skull cracks open but the ghost stays put. for a minute. We talk, we think and reason, then eventually part ways. I’ll see you in hell ghost. I’ll bring the bones…
And my mask, it falls. 
Leftover to nothing. And nothing to leave. I pick up where I left off, and switch it back on. Good ol Rose, he keeps my messages full while Time withers fast. cartilage crushes, sinew snaps, bones break down. And Down. 
And like that my woe begotten worries, be gone. 
No more bones. And the days all done, graveyard black and tombstone calm. Burying the last of the newest to come, we drop the Rose and the show goes on in shadows.
Luke Havergal 

This one goes out to the one I love

July 3, 2016

I miss her kiss, the bittersweet sting and the mingling of our fluids. How she would sing me to comatose sleep (she’s the only dream I needed). and then waking up beside her meant that the day would be ok. She ran through my mind and body and assuredly my soul day after day… Her voluptuous embrace, her voice like a choir of angels, and her penetrating intellect and endless imagination kept me enthralled, mystified and always wanting more. She was beautiful, lust inspiring. Without her nothing made sense. Nothing mattered. 

My ancient scourge, my angel. I could die with you in my arms and be happy… 

To know her is to love her…

If marijuana is the girl next door, cocaine is a stripper, and meth is a toxic codependent. Then Heroin is the love of your life. She’s a brunette goddess, loving you unconditionally, through hell and squalor, she will be there to wrap her arms around you and everything else just disintergrates. You can never leave her. You would do anything to stay with her. Your whole world falls apart when she’s gone, even if you manage to make a break, she’ll always be the one. The only one. In the back of your mind. Unparalleled and irreplaceable. 
To know her is to know loss…
You’ll try to stay away. But she’s not hard to find and she’s always waiting with open arms for you to come back to her loving embrace. She’ll make the wrong right, remind you of what you left behind. You might try to keep it casual for a while, but that never works. You’ll get to be back right where you left off. The siren, the succubus, your love. 
To know her is to lose Everything.
Love of my life, I miss you more than I can even understand. But we both know I can’t stay anymore. So this last break is the last. I could never forget you, and you will forever haunt my dreams. 

I hope it was good for you too.

 Tear through this world and you’ll never find another like me either, the one that got away, xo

Luke Havergal


June 27, 2016

“So here’s another story for the fire kids, Tell truth to me the liar bids”

One day I was at my lowest. My shit limit is too far fucked and I can’t get more far fucked. So I thought. This is the story of how I sold my soul. Honest and truly. I was sick. Bad sick. I don’t know if any of yall know what dope withdrawls feel like after hitting a needle with the religious devotion of a 7 year saint. But that was me. All washed and strung out. Used up all my dirty little filter cottons that had collected in my gear box that was chaos. Open syringes, multitudes of empty discarded bags( former dreams) my cooker and a bunch of other junkie shit were contained within. I squeezed the already squeezed and squeezed again cottons in a futile vain attempt to get some semblance of something at least appearing like a shot. I mashed the dirty wet cottons in my dirty unwashed fingers and squeezed them dry, down into the cooker. A yellowish liquid with black dirt like pepper floating in it was what was left in the cooking spoon wrapped in electrical tape. I put my Bic to it to purify it… Haha. After a slow quick boil I throw another dirty used cotton into the bowl, and eagerly draw up, come what may. A barely diluted yellow sucks up into the rig. I’m broke and sick, and the hopelessness of this shot is more for me mentally than anything else. It takes at least ten minutes to spike a vein in the parking lot. All the more frustrating realizing that this is bullshit I’m about to shoot. Piss would be more effective. But I zone into meticulous, methodical, I search the old favs… Tapped out today as per usual, so then I get creative, move to the fingers and the palms. And finally. Pffffffffff, that red liquid ribbon gushes into the syringe. Pay dirt. I’m in. I push down holding my flattened Palm steady. It’s messy and I’m sure I miss a cc or 2, evidenced by the bubling of my skin and sharp pain, but I work the rig expertly so as to get most of the yellow piss water from used up cottons and dirty fingers into my bloodstream. A success for the most part. I untie the bandana from my forearm, and lay back in my car and feel nothing. No relief, no reduction in symptoms. And no fuckin high to speak of…
Mentally it calms me 1/100th of a bit I guess, which is why I took all the fucking time doing it. And with that I’m able to somewhat calm down and attempt to quarterback the day. What do I need to do, how do I need to do it. I’ll do Anything, in anyway, and as soon as humanly possible. 

To those of you without a serious needle habit with heroin or speedballs. Withdrawing feels like drowning. Fuck all this “flu symptom” nonsense. Hell if you had a flu I’m sure you could push through. But imagine your body has gotten so used to something being in it… Like air… And then when it’s deprived of it, it panics, it struggles, it will do anything to take one more gulp of fresh air. Get it now? Try holding your breath. That’s what a dope fiend feels. Only it doesn’t stop there. It lasts for days and days and days and gets worse before it gets better. Understand? That’s why all these junkies are willing to sell all they own, live in squalor, give up everything and everyone they care about. To lose control completely. Hold your breath now. How long could you make it before you’d be selling your shit and begging for just one more breath. On and on and on…
I’ve drowned for days. Died and come out the other side still dead. But living. 
Back to it tho I’m in the car and their are a few things that I still own that define me, that were passed down to me, that I have held on to despite everything.

But, the sickness is on me like a wet blanket. The yellow shot. Shit. I have few options other than to pull a long winded con or pan handle, none of which I have the fortitude to undertake. I take the easiest route. The most devastating. The most dehumanizing. The most damning…

For years and years I’d sold all the records I had at one time adored above all else. I had them all Hendrix, kraftwerk, Marley, dylan, the doors, specials, Kate bush…trust me I could go on and on. They were what defined me at one time.

But now a few odds and ends were all that were left over, stuff no one really wanted to buy at the used record shops and a few things I would never be willing to sell.
Beg, scream and shout! A collection of 60s soul box set was among these rare treasures. I showed up at the nostalgia shop with some odds and ends, vhs and the like, but he was in a bad mood this day and didn’t want to pay me for my squalor junk leftovers. But time was getting late, my nose was running, and that drowning sensation just got stronger and stronger. I had to do what I had to do. Which was whatever it takes to get a fix. So I went back to my car and brought back the Soul box set… I’ll give you  10 bucks he says, smiling.

And I took it. No other options. 10 dollars for my Soul, my funk, my long cherished box set of essential 60s grooves records. Maybe to some this might seem ridiculous. But then you probably don’t know, the pain of selling a part of yourself for a fix. A part you don’t want to give, but you have to. 

I took the money and scored a dime to get right, from the shadier dope house in town. And it wasn’t worth it. I missed half of it and the other half was garbage….

So I started turning the wheels again. Sans soul, how will I get my next fix?

Let me sing to you baby

June 26, 2016

And nobody else but you baby. I’ll sing my guts out, for you, baby. A song like a heart, where my blood is no longer there. No, let me sing my empty heart to you baby. My dying words baby. Falling down deeper and deeper and harder into love like loss, like concrete. Blood enveloping my vocal chords with choked sounds and bloody last gasps. Let me sing to you baby. The nightingales requiem, the death rattle, my dying words, let me sing to you baby, a crimson chorus.


June 16, 2016

ive been honest with you all so far. Going into great detail about the SORDID details of my life. This mess of a life… I assumed that the end had come for me. Anticlimactic and ridden with squalor. Your humble scribe, believing he was damned, believing fate had robbed him, believing/thinking that what had gone before was it/all, and the future would go on, sans Himself… However time continues… 

There’s a great amount of situations, of desperation and pain that I’ve been through in the past years. Perhaps they will go unwritten. Or maybe one day those stories will be told. Maybe by others, maybe (one day) by me. But I’m choosing to move on. I’m choosing to not share that pain, desperation, or any of those situations… So consider the past an elipses…  
…for now.
The struggle and the hardships continue, as they do abound, as unmerciful as I am fatigued. So let us start a new. Allow me to begin again, dear readers, and I will, again, let you back into this sordid life… Renewed, unchanged, and as fucked up as ever.
-Luke Havergal


June 3, 2016

sorry all. Been a heroin addict for pretty much the duration I’ve been inactive on this site. Tried getting clean a few times but I’d always fuck it up. Now I’m Almost 3 weeks off dope cold turkey, still feel like shit, but still no desire to write…yet so much to tell. 


May 21, 2015

Luke Havergal is back in action. Updates soon. Read up on previous posts to find out what all the fuss is about. Cum ketchup!

reaching out

September 26, 2010

i dont know if i can go on with this. but does anyone really care? please let me know. i have a lot of things i need to sort out right now. i dont think i can can continue letting yall into my pittiful self destructive exploits. i need your input.