Temple Of Ass

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"She is a tight and tender cunt
reading volumes of Kant
when assaulted by gorgeous cocks."

Just totally awkward phrasing and pure idiocy going with cuh-, kah-, caw-.
 
I also remember this been published some months ago. What's the point in repeating it?
(Mind you, I don't say that I dislike it, it is just very frenetic desire that a man can't get over it easily).
:)
 
Well there you go then, I can quite honestly say I have never read any German philosophers, should I be doing so?
 
Well there you go then, I can quite honestly say I have never read any German philosophers, should I be doing so?

I think we need a Temple of Ass same-title challenge. I mean it's really a creative title: you can go in many different directions with it! No pun intended, wiseasses. ;)
 
Temple of Ass

They stared in lustful awe
At the nubile goddesses
On their 4x4 painted plywood alters
Who spoke their commands for worship
In universally translatable body language

Look at me, I am what you are missing
Worship at my feet
And I will fulfill your every need

But modern man has abandoned
The goddesses as real beings
Sees instead only the form
Rhythmically challenging him
To beat out his hymn of
I'd tap that to his fellow man
 
Temple of Ass

They stared in lustful awe
At the nubile goddesses
On their 4x4 painted plywood alters
Who spoke their commands for worship
In universally translatable body language

Look at me, I am what you are missing
Worship at my feet
And I will fulfill your every need

But modern man has abandoned
The goddesses as real beings
Sees instead only the form
Rhythmically challenging him
To beat out his hymn of
I'd tap that to his fellow man

See? That's what I'm talkin about. :D
:rose:
 
Always bringing the class to a thread. :D
At least I didn't say that one of the major themes of the work was the establishment of the idea of synthetic a priori statements. :rolleyes:



Now whether Kant does that convincingly is a different matter...
 
Well there you go then, I can quite honestly say I have never read any German philosophers, should I be doing so?
Wittgenstein is quite interesting, but he was Austrian, not German.

One can make a case about the necessity of reading G. W. F. Hegel, but there's probably just as strong a case against reading him. Perhaps/probably the best answer is to seek out a middle ground on his philosophy. <-- This counts as a joke in philosophy, because... well... oh, nevermind.

Edited to add: I once had a pet cat named Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel. He was black, willfully dialectic, and liked to race about the house at two in the morning.

Apropos of nothing. Carry on.
 
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Wittgenstein is quite interesting, but he was Austrian, not German.

One can make a case about the necessity of reading G. W. F. Hegel, but there's probably just as strong a case against reading him. Perhaps/probably the best answer is to seek out a middle ground on his philosophy. <-- This counts as a joke in philosophy, because... well... oh, nevermind.

Edited to add: I once had a pet cat named Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel. He was black, willfully dialectic, and liked to race about the house at two in the morning.

Apropos of nothing. Carry on.
Always bringing the joke to a thread...
I get.
 
-TO BRIANNA LOVE

She is a tight and tender cunt
reading volumes of Kant
when assaulted by gorgeous cocks.

She has nice boobs
an eye catching, ever present shaved pubes.

She has smothering, cheeky
cock teasing, apple shaped butt.

She gives amazing blow jobs
mouth full, slippery and wet.

O sweet Jesus
she is always so hot.

She is my fire
She is my desire
She is my ass fixation
She is my sweet surrender
She is my hardcore devotion.

I have many wishes
I wish to kiss her
I wish to fuck her.

I wish and wish and wish
do a favor for me when I perish
don't bury my body at the wounded knee.

Though it sounds impossible
bury me deep down in her sweet asshole
that's my grave, it's gonna be.


TOKUQINN
ISTANBUL/TURKEY
Hey, I remember you...
Havin' said that this Poem doth Not work for me : this unprotected , drunken sex , multiple partners , possible acid trippin' is actually a Lethal Cocktail tailor-made for the spread of AIDS & i would have happily remained ignorant of this Poem, if Circumstances had been kinder .
Out of context, and def not mine. But in context, apropos and quid pro quo.
 
Never read any philosopher.
where is your sense of amusement?
Never read any ass wipe poetry.

Surely that wet black blanket you sit under would be dried by the glorious sun shining brightly on the idiot hordes, petting prettily their poisonous platitudes.
Is not their clawing not cause for bemusement?

Phew, it's a good thing I don't write anymore.
 
where is your sense of amusement?
Never read any ass wipe poetry.

Surely that wet black blanket you sit under would be dried by the glorious sun shining brightly on the idiot hordes, petting prettily their poisonous platitudes.
Is not their clawing not cause for bemusement?

Phew, it's a good thing I don't write anymore.

The black blanket is a shroud and the wet is sweat from my brow, this rank bubble kept intact as if by miracle. Bemused I am, it's what keeps me fed, even comfy, though I'd rather have the glorious sun put out lest I drown in this torture chamber we're at.

What are we talking about again? I'm pretty sure we're just spouting bullshit.
 
where is your sense of amusement?
Never read any ass wipe poetry.

Surely that wet black blanket you sit under would be dried by the glorious sun shining brightly on the idiot hordes, petting prettily their poisonous platitudes.
Is not their clawing not cause for bemusement?

Phew, it's a good thing I don't write anymore.
*snortgiggle*
oh
oh
the glor
ious sun!
oh idiot hordes!
innoculation's the word. caw!
 
The black blanket is a shroud and the wet is sweat from my brow, this rank bubble kept intact as if by miracle. Bemused I am, it's what keeps me fed, even comfy, though I'd rather have the glorious sun put out lest I drown in this torture chamber we're at.

What are we talking about again? I'm pretty sure we're just spouting bullshit
.

bull
shit
shitteth
not the least
nor the most of man
glorious in sunshine or shade



:D
 
yes
yes
i con
fess it's all
putridity, rank
upon rank see the eyes roll back

:zombiemote:

gawd! we need a zombiemote!

Rank putridity grown rankest by the vines underfoot, from fessing up in my own fe...

Ok, I'm stopping right there. :rolleyes:
 
yes
yes
i con
fess it's all
putridity, rank
upon rank see the eyes roll back

:zombiemote:

gawd! we need a zombiemote!
i con
fess
Oh the play in this
putridity, rank
here too...you a poet or somethin'?


but gawd don't we have enuff zombiemotes?
Do you mean
Zombiemoat?
 
The black blanket is a shroud and the wet is sweat from my brow, this rank bubble kept intact as if by miracle. Bemused I am, it's what keeps me fed, even comfy, though I'd rather have the glorious sun put out lest I drown in this torture chamber we're at.

What are we talking about again? I'm pretty sure we're just spouting bullshit.
yes, but we recognise it
 
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