Zebra Black

Dragool is written in episodes. Watch out for it every Sunday and Wednesday.
          “When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you” — Nietzsche.
          BWAHAAHAAHAA

DRAGOOL: A NEW NOVEL BY ZEBRA BLACK
          This is an erotic horror story about a New York female psychiatrist named Dr. Mercy Ingold who attempts to treat what appears to be a mentally disturbed young female patient named Lola. At first Dr. Ingold believes her young patient may be having psychotic episodes, but soon discovers that because of some inexplicable contagion she herself is menaced by the very same symptoms while simultaneously suffering an abusive relationship with an alcoholic cop she sees no future with. Mercy starts to suffer an infestation of erotic dreams, hallucinations, and night visitations that lead to madness compelling her to journey to contemporary Romania in search of the mythic, only to find herself ironically, and horribly, in the shadowy hands of vampires as she is transformed from a pragmatic and reasoning doctor into a willing and sacrificial victim.
          The narrative involves a sadomasochistic lesbian slut - fest, and psychological thriller about the struggle between Mercy's survival mechanism and her desire for dissolution characterized by the taboo that forbids, and the opposing fascination that compels, ultimately seducing our protagonist into a cultish surreal nether world of obsessive perversion, and a symphonic horror adventure of fetishy rituals, love, and dark eroticism.

Is poetry mimicking the ruling culture class or does it touch the chaotic genius only the subconscious can render like anti-themic slanting word music? ~~~ Is poetry novel or intimate like a small boy in a fluttering dress or seen through the lens of social justice, of documentary, of collective resistance, or perhaps the propaganda of public speak, and imperialism in it's lock step with the prevailing dogma trend lines? ~~~Is the poetic form collapsing like a screaming mouth in a warbling universe of prison-like isolation.~~~ Is Pandora stripped of her consecrated darkness and without her box?~~~ I'm in search of a sacred space where language serves the psyche without artifice, and pothole parentheticals that make plain the difference between the conservative public conversation and true innerness so that we see through each other like thin water stained cigarette paper and big doll eyes. ~~~~~~ 'Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.' —Cesar Cruz
          
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