tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91996565814270475512012-02-16T04:04:20.870-06:00Nicole and her husband, Tony Nesca, are the editors of the underground publishing company Screamin' Skull Press.Nicole I-Nescanoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9199656581427047551.post-43908710212370520912008-10-13T02:04:00.023-05:002011-08-15T20:57:29.243-05:00<strong>kamikaze white noise</strong> <br />title piece to my new book due out at christmas. <br />pre-order at: stalekisses@hotmail.com <br />stay tuned...original art work included in latest book. <br />copyrighted by nicole i-nesca 2009 <br /> <br /><strong>KAMIKAZE WHITE NOISE</strong> <br /> <br />can’t know if it was something that was said <br />or the head vices with voices <br />synapses misfire <br />line between reality and dream and memory blur <br />parts that can’t let go <br />white lines on the highway <br />(scream?) <br />mimic down-trodden <br />or “happy” children of three <br />faces on the bus melt <br />ugly? or pure? <br />mouths move and still say nothin’ <br />phones ring, music plays, the motor hums, breaks squeal <br />plaster a smile and keep moving into the noise <br />on the mainline, with innocence slipping and not coming anytime soon <br />shoelace broke and stranger’s thigh is pressed too close too hard <br />gurgling coffee and turning off ,blocking the insignificance <br />knuckles whiten pulse quickens tongue sharpens <br />it’s a heartache heart attack of conscience <br />foolish pride, thank you for calling <br />won’t you call back again? <br />dependence on “things” killing the dream of art for art’s sake <br />nose ring is sore and there are knots in teenage girl’s blue hair <br />drank two too many and ate a yellow <br />rest against dirty cool window <br />getting so strange <br />wanting to describe every one every thing every sound <br />tick tock tick tack bang blame vroom <br />painting THE thousand word picture <br />puzzle pieces lost and misshapen <br />finest years i’ve ever known <br />sheltered from harm and cold <br />perched on worn 70’s era public transit’s finest <br />clutching back-pack <br />envisioning blue eyes with the healing powers of morphine <br />protecting thoughts I can not defend <br /> <br />the pilot’s voice announces <br />“BONZAI!’ <br /> <br />and the soft drone <br />and the soft drone <br />and the soft drone <br />…is maddening. <br /> <br />fin..<P><a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q35/nesca_photo/VODKA%20ORANGE%20SUNDAY/Book%20Promo/?action=view&amp;current=kamikazewhite.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q35/nesca_photo/VODKA%20ORANGE%20SUNDAY/Book%20Promo/kamikazewhite.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>Kamikaze White Noise is a collection of three books by Nicole I. Nesca, The Sexual Repression Collection, Kink and Canned. Though not a formal trilogy, the books were written as companion pieces and follow the themes of sexual freedom, emotional frankness and street-carnival logic, all written with Nicole Nesca’s usual free-flowing sardonic wit. Kamikaze White Noise is prose and poetry that assaults the senses, liberates the mind and celebrates life on the edge like a perfect quarter-mile drag race.<P><form target="paypal" action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="GF6VTUC5UY9PU"> <br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_cart_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"> <br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"> <br /></form> <br /><p> <br />CANNED<a><a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q35/nesca_photo/?action=view&amp;current=canned-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q35/nesca_photo/canned-1.jpg" border="0" alt="canned"></a><p>Prose and poetry about sex, love, death and art.<p><form target="paypal" action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="MHH3C3MC2UVAE"> <br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_cart_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"> <br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"> <br /></form><p> <br /> <br /> <br />© October 2009 Nicole i-Nesca <br /> <br /> <br />KINK <br />a steady stream of licks to your face and brain from an acidic tongue teasing and coaxing a response to this cheeky look at life and love and all of its kinks <br /> <br /><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=365961957&albumID=744878&imageID=12273525"><img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/88/8a9a3a123b1f428aaf5c2e8935b7cea9/m.jpg" alt="nicoles new book..." /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />EXCERPT FROM KINK: <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>TOYS</strong> <br /> <br />used to play with dolls <br />plastic legs <br />polyester clothes <br />pink stiletto heels <br />frozen expression <br />posing and fantasizing <br />lives <br />relationships <br />ash on cig is long grey <br /> <br />REAL <br /> <br />coffee tastes burned <br />channel-surfing <br />fingering holes in carpet <br />he exhales <br /> <br />(uggggghhhhhh) <br /> <br />landing on infomercial <br />talking <br />in circles <br /> <br />about? <br /> <br />stretching legs <br />thoughts spinning <br /> <br />(toy-top mind) <br /> <br />bare feet <br />squeezing round flushed face <br /> <br />(laughing) <br /> <br />grounded trapeze artist lights another cig <br />decide to paint toes balloon red <br />.. .. <br />© 2009 Nicole i-Nesca <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />AVAILABLE HERE: <br /><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick" /> <br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="4537074" /> <br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_cart_LG.gif" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" /> <br /><img alt="" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" /> <br /></form> <br /> <br /> <br />http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/kink/6527881 <br />OR <br />BY DIRECT ORDER FROM SCREAMIN' SKULL PRESS FOR $10.00 @ <br />stalekisses@hotmail.com <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />THE SEXUAL REPRESSION COLLECTION <br /> <br /><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=365961957&albumID=342704&imageID=6127843"><img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/f7f8e8e5ba36273e69abf3c0ab132df7/m.jpg" alt= /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />The Sexual Repression Collection is a trip through the heavy-lidded, wine-haze reality of life and love. Emotionally uncensored, free-flow writing at its rollicking best. <br />ISBN: 978-1-4357-2025-1 <br /> <br />AVAILABLE RIGHT HERE THROUGH PAYPAL! <br /> <br />OR <br /> <br />AVAILABLE AT: www.lulu.com/content/2707409 - <br /> <br />AVAILABLE BY SPECIAL ORDER AT BOOKSTORES AND LIBRARIES ACROSS THE WORLD - JUST ASK BY TITLE OR AUTHOR - <br /> <br /> <br />AND <br /> <br />DIRECTLY FROM THE PUBLISHER: <br /> <br /><strong>SCREAMIN' SKULL PRESS </strong> <br /><strong>stalekisses@hotmail.com</strong> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">EXCERPTS FROM SEXUAL REPRESSION COLLECTION:</span></strong> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">labeled</span></strong> <br /> <br />make me high with the notion of One boxed in reality <br />pinned down by wet dreams, drunken fantasies and malfunct thought schemes <br />lay claim shackle me to your illusion, my delusion <br />worship at the temple, walk through the garden and call it Eden <br />eat from the fruit disguised as truth; the cruelty is in the innocence <br />people and worlds collide blinded by the hypocrisy of the heart <br />left with four other senses and still disabled <br />the violence is in the silence, the venom of compliance <br />lay blame, point fingers and give names -- label me Magdalene <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">anoche</span></strong> <br /> <br />caged chicana livin americana dream <br />west-side ghetto fantastico <br />welfare-rich food-stamp delicioso <br />got her a gringo an cuatro ninos <br />full lips pouting from cheap rum kisses <br />smooth easy rider smile santana style <br />conga beat rounded hips hot hypnotic <br />neighborhood notice diabla loca's strut <br />smoky eyes santeria voodoo good <br />homage tat crucifix praying hands script <br />"la familia" on short thick neck...petite mama's tall <br />hard-head held high she says "pride, baby, pride" <br />pounds her breast over heart makes a cross <br />kisses her finger tips whispers looks sips on drink <br />rolls up sleeves tugs on jeans gettin down to business <br />crazy laughter, takes another drag from cig <br />hanging over stove pots pans banging lips flapping <br />baby on her hip. now fixen a dish...serving love <br />kitchen happy bandanna held head sweat dripping <br />twisted english switch-blade tongue fast an sharp <br />story telling splaining bull-shit logic unfolding mysteries <br />head spinning she's staggering kids and music playing... <br />she says, <br />"you lookin' all pale and thin. eat somethin' before you split? <br />gringa, remember baby round here everything runs. huh? it's simple. <br />so, you an me, we the firework over 'little eden' tonight. <br />we the light that flips on an out and makes em all run. okay?" <br /> <br />drunk and beautiful she laughs and cries in a single sound <br /> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">moon calf <br /></span></strong> <br />old man drooling buying courage to have just one touch <br />step out the back door for a cig leaving friend and foes <br />finding places where faces melt to some phony funked out trip <br />laughing lenny bruce groovy desiring some thing <br />non-descript superficial scene-scaping landing nodding kind <br />keep moving card carrying valley proud fractured mind club <br />hat worn low memorex eyes frequency flying with tuned-up ear <br />where the parking lot lovers artist and philosophers meet <br />where hearts and bodies fight for rights to mental containment <br />contentment knowing no one looks too long or too hard in face <br />ambulance screams in the distance steel nerved unaffected <br />frightened only by the answers to the unasked questions <br />heavily lubed and primed from old man bargain drink shot specials <br />saints in some rock-an-roll choir unglued and let loose <br />poets stand silent watching listening to gun shot banter <br />capturing some feeling some moment some weakness <br />emotionally plagiarized aggrandized like only a lonely angel can <br />times slipping dawn's colour is spitting i announce 'i'm splitting' <br />'chitty chitty bang bang' kiss kiss goodbyes and 'alright til next time' <br />scene was supposed to fade into greys blocking his goddamn rhythm <br />sky's-eye bright still mocking as it they he hauntingly pace my stride <br />bang walls of skull forgetting pictures written melodramatic dylan lyric <br />bathed in obscene light of the moon exposing secrets held closed <br />stepping harder faster to beat pink's yellow's orange's mournings <br />revealing the lines from story..."crying like a fire in the sun" <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">california dreamin’</span></strong> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br /></span></strong>with gypsy soul, whore's come-hither smile, pocket full of <br /></span></strong>knowledge and rock n' roll heart i staggered into the bar <br />loaded with the idealistic visions of a virgin headed for the <br />coast: fresh face, blue velvet ideology and a little black dress... <br />fantasia rolled over in death the only rhythm felt or <br />song heard is the clankity-clank of the ice against the <br />whiskey glass accompanied by the sighs of the down- <br />trodden floating in a putrid sea of amber stink with a devil's <br />kiss memories dripping down the blank page of an alcohol- <br />saturated mind black lines replace the veins, coping skills <br />bequeathed to me by friends with cocaine tongues and fast <br />smiles --just a way to survive bright lights big city pulled my <br />legs apart, licked me clean and left me dirty lost in the <br />cesspool muddy waters of a person displaced, easily <br />replaced and erased by "walk-on parts in a (plastic) war" i <br />shook, slammed and sold my ass for the last chance to <br />place high in some prepubescent puke's wet dream; never <br />lost focus during the smokin', rollin' and blowin'...on my <br />knees i aim to please name in lights squelching the fights <br />with morality, ethics and the memory of the mid-west american dream; <br />bit into california and she ate me <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">raining</span></strong> <br /> <br />it was raining and what was worse were the dry eyes <br />she is beautiful he is without pain stoned cold man <br />seeing listening take-in don't fear your world your life <br />your love making emotional bangs kisses with words <br />fucking the tears breaking windows covered by curtains <br />of shame sex's whisper broke the rose vase smashed <br />in face cutting the stare of lovers embrace bleeding the <br />lace while family tried to capture the erased past fast <br />praise he moaned wisdoms enraged fired amputated <br />from brain ball and chain took the place and signified <br />unholy grace sinner savior painted fantasies groovy <br />chameleons honey dripping limbs tackle realities <br />wrestling saves ideas mystifying eluding sitting by the <br />hole looking over about earth rotated sun came along <br />foolish moon showed gypsy's velvet burns and frays <br />continuing mind bends coming apart going blind feeling <br />the end...give it to me easy <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"> <br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="404580"> <br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_buynowCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt=""> <br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"> <br /></form> <br /> <br /><strong></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><!-- Counter Code START --> <br /><table id="counter" onmouseover="fun();" onmouseout="nd();" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td> <br /><center><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td><a href="http://www.visitorcounters.org/"><img style="border: 0;" src="http://www.visitorcounters.org/counter.php?type=1&id=MjI5MTg=" alt="visitor counters" title="visitor counters"/></a></td><td><a href="http://www.hdmedics.com/"><img style="border: 0;" src="http://www.visitorcounters.org/counter.php?type=2&id=MjI5MTg=" alt="data recovery" title="data recovery"/></a></td></tr></table></center></td></tr> <br /><tr><td> <br /><center><a href="http://www.hdmedics.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:11px;">data recovery software</span></a></center></td></tr> <br /></table> <br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.visitorcounters.org/getCode.php?id=MjI5MTg="></script> <br /><!-- Counter Code END --> <br /><strong></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9199656581427047551-4390871021237052091?l=ninisabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicole I-Nescanoreply@blogger.com