Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

Its all about the application.
Justice League shit and all that.
Green Lantern was my favorite but he was a ding dong.

I like ding dongs - but they're so fattening.
I wish I had a hyper metabolism.
A fast one.
Like Flash or Hermes.

 

[Impetus]

Flash? Sure. But it would make sex so difficult. It's a matter of friction. Flash, like the memory. Cute but o-so difficult to muster in a downwind. Flash like a burst of orgasmic delight, like a puddle of off-purple corn husks on a dry winter day. Flash like the skiddish thing they do to the old women when the earth elementals run off their mouths and loose the more important pieces of their jawbone collection. Flash like the dance. Like sodapop. Watch me, I'm Pop music! I V I V I V I V I. Only the geniuses will get that one. A joke as inside as the shaft inside the oil well. Way deep, like the beatnic metafor-monger on fifth and main. Good prices, but lousy customer support.

-I

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

In a flash the customer support for my being goes from exemplarary to non-existant. Perhaps my warranty needs renewing, if such a thing is possible.
My banter may not be as sharp as it once was, but every night I am screaming "Oh my accused womb, a cockatrice hast thou hatch unto the world" from a stage, and really, isn't that sharp enough?
Where do we go when our lives become too full?
Where else but the sea.

 

[TheDR4KE]

Amatiwa-ha so is life

 

[Dillinger]

do you know who i am
do i know who you are
see we one another clearly
do we know who we are
wo-ho so is life
amatiwa-ha
so is life
wo-ho so is life
amatiwa-ha so is life

All the world's a stage. And a stage is a place to cavort. (Hands weaving, hips swaying)

water make the river
river wash the mountain
fire make the sunlight turn the world around
heart is of the river
body is the mountain
spirit is the sunlight
turn the world around

we are of the spirit
truly of the spirit
only can the spirit
turn the world around
do you know who i am
do i know who you are
see we one another clearly
do we know who we are
wo-ho so is life
amatiwa-ha so is life!

Get skyclad and SHOUT IT OUT, BABY!

 

[TheDR4KE]

* and all the muppets, and all the little masks with legs dance around Harry, joining in *

(everybody now!)


we come from the fire
living in the fire
go back to the fire
turn the world around

we come from the water
living in the water
go back to the water
turn the world around

we come from the mountain
living _on_ the mountain
go back to the mountain
turn the world around


Quack

the D

PS Very well done.

 

[Dillinger]

Oh, oh so is life
Oh, oh so is life
Oh, oh so is life
Oh, oh so is life

Tear the borders down.
Then tell me why the sun hits the sky.

I've come to turn the world around.
I've come to turn your world around.

 

[TheDR4KE]

I just don't know why the sun hits the sky.
Everyone's dreams get to turn out the light.
Living is easy,
when time's on my side.
Living is easy,
and the fish are jumpin'.
Your daddy's name is Richard
and he has a heart like a lion.
Don't build on the dragons!
No! Don't! You have to drain the lake first, else we all fall down.

we all fall down

we all

down

 

[Dillinger]

The sun was as hot as Gunga Din's lioncloth.

 

[TheDR4KE]

The moon was as cold as a literotican's marriage.

 

[Jimi]

The stars twinkle like Ashley McIsaac's toes.

 

[TheDR4KE]

Twinkle twinkle little star
Regie Sultanas
Ave Sultanas
Hail Sultana

 

[Dillinger]

Rendered Lard.
Twinkle.
Twinkie.
What ever happened to the twinkies anyway?

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=60884&highlight=twinkies

 

[TheDR4KE]

the computer worked out
the many names of god
and as I walked back to the truck
one by one the stars
twinkied into another
Universe of oreo goodness

 

[perks]

sweet constellation
the belt of orion is a bit thicker
because of those damn twinkies
the oreo's had nothing to do with it
they're manna from heaven

 

[TheDR4KE]

sweet conversation
under the belt is a bit thicker
because of those dream hazels
sweet mana, sweet voice

 

[Jim_Henson]

The voice
crying out in the wilderness

the voice
speaking unknown tongues within us all

the voice
Pride before a fall

Land before it all

 

[sigh]

pride before a fall
is but ash upon the wind

tossed before the tempest
and swirled within the gusts
of heaven's mightiest gale
there comes a fire

scattaco lights dance in the waters of a pool
more sudden than a fairy's flight of fancy
as she flees to her lover's embrace

and smoke rises in a smooth swirl
to wreathe the moon in a shifting flow
of ash
and pride
and sinful wonder

 

[Dillinger]

Sweet universe of wilderness
Heaven's hazel tongue
Swirling dreams of mighty thick love

 

[rubymyst]

thick n thin
or
was it
sick n sin?

 

[Dillinger]

Sin City
Kind of want to be back there
In some ways
In some ways not
it can be a bit much

But a jacuzzi and some babes sound really nice right now.

 

[claude_moveml]

City powerful music, raging to no god. Nature calls, complex shapes not rectilinear. Rectirotation delicious sensation. Colours subtle, many-branching shades. I miss the sun.

 

[Dillinger]

Sun Ra
Sun Tsu
Sun Tan
Sun Day
Sun in the Fun
Where oh where have all the sunflowers gone?
Its winter but no discontent, OK?

 

[sigh]

touch the discontent of my soul of wretched tiredness as it flows in throbbing rhythm through my ankles on its way to the sea

bloody leavings on a crystal black hemisphere of onyx cleavings rise and wonder, then settle back to their lives of watchful, yet eager apathy

and you wonder why i wonder, and why i question all the answers i've ever been given to every delight the pyxie light of faires might devise as they flit everlastingly from thither to yon

and back again

see? there they go again.....

 

[Jimi]

Flitting faeries, Faeroes-bound, leave nothing but a trace of moondust upon the coal-black strand.

Truth's birthing is hard, thrust out from hidden places in a tide of emotion.

In thje light of day, Truth and faerie residue are enough to expose the trolls in their ugliness. For there are no bridges in the Faeroes.

It is up to us to build them, from whatever flotsam & jetsum we can gather, together, on the wave-ravaged shore.