Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

Hellish radio broadcasts doves of static cling throughout the fabric of the universe.

 

[tortoise]

Pass the mucus, Eustace... the nimble banjos are prowling again! Luckily, they can be outflanked by the lucid dreams of custard wielding swarthy matadors, especially if their aluminum ladders can dance to that silent rumba beat. Gorgonzola, anyone?

 

[cymbidia]

"Doves?" he snapped, smooth static cling clanging clownishly down detailed drownings of pinkly porcine parachutes, "May the wild wet winds of lust long lingering have at us all."

 

[tortoise]

Throw your ice cold pistol on the blanket
Pick up the pieces that were lost
They curse the winter, but we thank it
Mad dogs are screaming in the frost

Don't berate the snowman, paint it bluer
His crystalline tear is too bright
We shatter thinner ice 'cause it's newer
The snowball suffers from stage fright

Cold can bewilder the staunchest of hearts
But a snowflake never shows fear
Fever pitched spring can wield fever pitched darts
But as for winter, it carries a spear

 

[Dillinger]

Dancing aluminum banjos enter wet t-shirt contests only to lose to Mad Dogs and Englishmen. Joe Cocker proceeds to jerk off into a blanket.

 

[perks]

that blanket was my sky.

 

[cymbidia]

Sky showers of bluegold smiles rain down on our electrified heads.

 

[Black_Bird]

Car Crash

Yes, I said Car Crash.

 

[perks]

I love when the marshmallow cars melt.

 

[Black_Bird]

Peices of melted brain matter and fists made out of eyes, can't you see? It has nothing to do with how we land our dogs in the landfill; it's all about money and sodomy!

You have no yoodlers.

 

[perks]

You're simple.

The yodlers took the pink sheep back to the Jazzbar, and I'm just gonna look up at all the rain and breath scented stars.

 

[Black_Bird]

You and those scented stars. You know, if they didn't use so much foot powder, they might talk funny. Well, as funny as those humorouless kangaroos can get.

Where's your Hitler these days? I seem to remember that he liked anal sex and lollipops. I've got a roll of quarters if he's interested.

 

[perks]

You and those scented stars. You know, if they didn't use so much foot powder, they might talk funny. Well, as funny as those humorouless kangaroos can get.

Where's your Hitler these days? I seem to remember that he liked anal sex and lollipops. I've got a roll of quarters if he's interested.

anorexic hitler on weigh day with state quarters up his ass. I might shed a pink triangular tear.

 

[Vinny]

MMm

I feel so disconbobulated now that I read this thread

 

[cymbidia]

Thread discipline: bound by a kiss and the command of expectation. It's always on you.

 

[Dillinger]

Sky car blue kisses rain stars and lollipops on anal sex loving yodelers with marshmellow quarters.

 

[tortoise]

red tootsie pop

the hard candy shell of a red tootsie pop
glistens with her sweet dewy nectar
as she slides it languidly up and then down
the succulent pink lips of her treasure

swirling and spinning, gath'ring juice as it goes
the smooth globe circles her pink center
then quickly she snaps it into her tight hole
with an audible pop does it enter

with a loud hungry gasp she thrusts it in deep
then yanks it back out with a sharp cry
and brings it to my mouth, awaiting its feast
i must partake of her juice or i'll die

 

[Ginny]

mmmmmm my baby.....might be time....for some more tootsie pop play...<winking>....i love it!

 

[Black_Bird]

Fish fucks, we all like fishy fucks, right? That's what we're having for dinner. The God of Justice will be coming too, so don't fart too much. Here - have a breath mint.

 

[tortoise]

Vince has since switched to mincing mints
since chintzy splints fail to offer rinsing hints
and the prince hasn't pinched a wincing quince since

bounce by the ounce, it pays not to flounce
unless you announce that it's yours, not the count's
(everyone pounces at least ONCE, by most accounts)

stumble or rumble, boil your burnt umber bubble
double your trouble, as he fumbles with the rubble
humbling when troubled, yet the bumbling is redoubled

 

[cymbidia]

Looping laughter, like loooooooooong spaghetti straps, slides into and out of our souls with the ease of a fragrant summer night and its glittering twinkling Wynken Blynken and Nod.

 

[Black_Bird]

I'm going to send you to the land of Nod, boy. Get that bookish look, and pull on some hearing aids, cause there isn't nothing like the smell of fresh anal plugs int he morning.

Did you say - spaghetti?

 

[Guest]

 

[Black_Bird]

Test the violence with a few drugs. Drip the prick like a melting clock into her waiting mouth: Now that's a protein drink we can all get used to. Got a blender? I've got a fist. We can make such music together.

Just you, and I, and the knife. The knife being a plastic knife, set off to explode any minute; the one I got as a kid that has the rambo compass on top and a rope handle. Lets hope mommy doesn't find out.

 

[tortoise]

Oh sure, the nipples are elastic enough, and the arches are sufficiently glazed, but do you really want to swallow the knife BEFORE the veal is properly laminated? The seventh sign of the tenth circle of jerks awaits us; how I long for the day when the whining roses finally SHUT THE FUCK UP! Yes, I know, the moment of pestilence has passed us by, but all of the confetti in the world won't placate THAT charlatan, now will it? Don't try to feed me that same old song and biscuit! Were you there? Did you actually HEAR what the dormouse said as the clock finally struck September?

I thought not.