a sheen
a sheen seen
a sheen seen under
a sheen seen under blacklight
brightlight
tonight
love you right
love me twice
let the sheen gleam
let me lick it off
let me lick you dry
I'd love to try
I love you, my
sigh
A foul goose, foul foul, seems important to those needing most the freshened bits which keep the hope of the green eyes dangling. My toes fresh with anger, toiled without Marxist Reply. Unquenced, resplendant, the doplegangers fly like honey: white with a turban of fear.
To:
Mandarthal Spreadmonkeys. Triple the freelash-tharmin. Breach morth callywanker, turpid flesh crawdaddy. Mereeth, spore the blank fardiddle. Pressed firey with gladdened toeclamp. Oran, parfell with gardiddly.
Towards:
Booth.
Titty-Titty. A wild call.
Responses in check. Monitored.
A sign from the west, then the east.
Titties from every direction.
A tittie kittie jitty jittery jaunt.
Jaunt loud for the masses.
Jump wild for the men.
Sorry, I'm looking elsewhere.
Or:
Parlay with the message that my tonge projects. My mind unfettered, the letters come more easily. My brain cracks, the watter flows forth. Knowledge pours like therapy. Besides, my father always told me I should never banter with octagons.
You should never trust strong men with beards. The truth is, they never read it right. And if they do, it doesn't matter because they'll only fuck it up anyway.
I mean, Hey, is for horses. Shoot, don't that mean anything anymore?
Why aren't you buckling down, then? Catch catch your tongue? Well, then benefit!
Chase infinite tolls down the turnpike if need be! By and by, old friend! Watch me as my spirit grows!
Dammit! I tole you chi'ren to stay away from the hornet's nest! Why won't you obey your pop when he speaks?
Actung!
There ain't no reason why? Why ain't there. Because, that's why!
"Parlay with the message that my tonge projects. My mind unfettered, the letters come more easily. My brain cracks, the watter flows forth. Knowledge pours like therapy. Besides, my father always told me I should never banter with octagons."
Add vice
Excel at Lent
My further addvicentures of horsecrack tittytitty banggangbang with dyke's van dick a lick a ding dong cherry berry chuck a luck a duck via duck via marx grouches and delouses and deloise buddies with burt durt a lee lurt.
scoring high grouchy marks at the school these days
as times rage on
and there are moments when the blackness
is so complete
as to make me wonder why
oh why
my thoughts need continue at all
sweet substance
cloying thick
dripping noiselessly
down my throat
Another day nearly done
Up at dawn it wasn't fun
More will bring the morrow
Of the same - busy sorrow
I carry on breathing
A smile Im wearing
Inside my heart
It's falling apart
Treading egg shell thin
Don't ask to let you in
Cloak me invisible
Make me divisible
Pulling up my socks
No watching ticking clocks
Giving out a silent shout
I'm watching you fade out
Wearing so thin
Losing elasticity of skin
Smaller you're shrinking
Faster while I'm blinking
Powerless, defeated, helpless
I bathe you, talk till breathless
You laugh without a grimace
And smile at my freckly face
My heart had to vent
I wish your skeleton wasn't bent
Giving my right arm
Wouldn't keep you from harm
Wishing you well
Seeing you (adjective) swell
Won't make C gone
But I still wish upon stars alone
sudsy bubbles blowing in the gentle breeze
scented bubble bath water spilling over
glasses half full, champagne bubbles
up my nose, giggle while I dribble
chilled champagne on your soapy skin
droplets bead on your soft belly
let me taste your navel nectar
where champagne has pooled
pop goes the champagne cork
clink goes the silver salad fork
pop goes the weasel in the song
bonggggg the really loud gong
clap goes the hands as they meet
stamp go the line dancing feet
thwap goes the tightly pulled g string
shiny sparkle glitter gleam goes the bling bling
Bling, Tang, Shimmer, and Sharp. Thorazine willingly with toadal abandon.
My teeth itch today.
Fleshy little bam-pipes, my thong rigged to explode without even a cursory glance toward the munlies. Feeling that vibe? It's a vibe of terror and revolution, I'd be more wary around the fish. I feel they might run, but I think the torque might be too much for his highness to free. My shoulder is having a debate with tall trees and manly rudebegas. Could we possibly move here? Accupuncture and scents of pain replenished, filled with water, drained to feed the homeless. Weeds abound, fertelizer and weekend chores. Rocks for miles. Wind and water. Then nothing but dragons and ether. A place for dreams to dance. Stories call it home, they travel light, because it saves both time and money. It's a dance, you see, a short but important dance of pain and foolishness. I think my author is on a break today. I'll just muse myself. Sword of omens, pass me the fruit loops.
round and round, where the idiotic mind stops no one knows
magnetic alphabet letter soup forming meaningless words
loop de loop and ring a ding ding, hear the silence of nothingness
voices chatter, mindless drivel, inconsequential babble or blather
chanting over and over, a monotone voice with high nasal whine
fruit loops sugary hoops
fruit loops sugary hoops
fruit loops sugary hoops