Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

With a capital T

And that rhymes with...

ME!!!

Hard hot dreams of floating futons mingling with esoteric zen-like oak trees in a morass of lime jello pudding.

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

The Bantering thread is amazing
But confusing for those only gazing
They say What the fuck
Is this crappy muck?
Then go away, eyes a'blazing.

 

[p_p_man]

Re: Re: Bantering with Octagons

Of course you shouldn't banter with octagons, they always say STOP.

It's the decagons you need to look up.

I've always been taught never to trust anything that's remotely related to those damned base tens.

For true enjoyment my friends the hexadecs have never let me down...

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

So, um, we aren't doing what we've always done anymore? I mean, the building on previous postings thing - we aren't doing that in this thread anymore?

Geeze.
Go away for a couple days...

 

[Jimi]

So, um, we aren't doing what we've always done anymore? I mean, the building on previous postings thing - we aren't doing that in this thread anymore?

Geeze.
Go away for a couple days...

No shit, Eh? Cymmie!

BOOOO! HISSS! and I was feeeling somewhat creative yhis evening... (sigh)

 

[cymbidia]

The mind boggles at your av. Everything else in the universe is like the rushing of wind past uncaring ears in retrospect.

How totally erotic.

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

The Thank you rings sweetly and with sincerity through the totally rude and boorish attempts of some people to control fucking everything all the fucking time.

That would be me.

Sorry.


Carry on...

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Carry on up the Khyber!

Oh yes
Give it to me
Give in to me
Give it for free
The blind will see
The ties that bind
A love undefined
Whips and chains
Or just kinky pain
Excrutiating pleasure
That some do treasure

 

[Jimi]

The mind boggles at your av. Everything else in the universe is like the rushing of wind past uncaring ears in retrospect.

How totally erotic.

Check out MissT's "nirvana" thread on BDSM, and you'll learn more... BTW, Thanks from a Vanilla poser.

 

[Dillinger]

Vanilla is chocolate
Chocolate is rasberry
Berry White sings so nice
Nice is a band
All bands are not nice

I think I'll eat some rice.
Or did I mean read Ann Rice?

I think I'll eat some rice.
Or did I mean read Ann Rice?

Did I say that twice?

You only live twice.
Connery, Sean Connery.

 

[cymbidia]

Excruciating vanilla sweetness overrides my senses, swamping them with the taste of more to come, more to want, more to lick and slurp and suck and chew and bite, dammit, bite.

Bites rule.

I have some now - on my butt.

Butts rule, too.


edited to add:
And rice is nice.
Or is that: Ann Rice is nice?
No.
She's not.
But Stan Rice is nice, truly.

 

[rubymyst]

rice
nice
..quick asides

sticky
sweet
stringy
chewy

wind rebukes the trees

 

[Dillinger]

Wind in the rice
Willows in the pillows
Tao of poo poo
ButtAss rocks

 

[rubymyst]

clouded
yesterdays
months
bedded
internal
decades
isolated
aftermath

clouded vision thru cracked glass.
in a quiet multiplicity
isolation
inner intineraries
mixed realities
creating imbedded mirrors in dreams

dreams in wishes and code —
in an "if true" binary dream condition
in the virtual sublime —
where ultimate proof of life lives
where facts suspend themeselves

 

[Dillinger]

The inner slut in all of us exposes dreams of technicolor binary multiplicity where sweet butts pose tied to treasures of excruciating sincerity.

Nirvana is the erotic wind of mind boggling yesterdays that are taking place, as we speak, in the future that is laughing rapidly in the turbulent fjord of our souls.

 

[sigh]

nirvana is floating within a cloud
high up on a tree-clad slope
where the breeze is sweet
and silence reigns

fold yourself into a lotus
as your mind unfolds in turn
reflect
rejoice
embrace

the shudder of ecstasy is never denied

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Shudder
moan
sigh
groan

inexpectant expectation
Lifes unknown vocation
Octagons dont roll
But they do rock

 

[Dillinger]

Cooking up epicurious delights that sigh deep shivers of unconscious future sincerity.

Is it a wave? Is it a particle?

NO!

It's Superman!

 

[Jimi]

Knives flailing like a Teppanyaki chef, he cooks up a feast for family & friends. At the Octagonal Table, mouths water in anticipation, stimulated by the savoury aroma from the grille.

 

[rubymyst]

peel the artichoke
slice the onions
dice the tomatoes
sprinkle it with a pinch of longing
saute lightly in ice
raw emtions can be added now

serve
eat.
reflect

 

[freescorfr]

Narcissus eye
The Ocean is a mirror sight
The sea so calm
That what I say is what I am.

Imposing images form like webs
Apposing real against reality
Defining selves
Of damaged beings
Where the only heros are the souls
With the courage to be themselves.

I see no ripples now,
The mirror is a pond
An ocean full of livingness.

Reflect. ion

And, you who are so silent, your look feels rather empty
Like a murky, troubled stare
From an abandoned child left floating on
A breaking wave of air.

You cannot be narcissus
Till all the water’s still
And you can see reflected
I on I.