Bantering with Octagons

[MercyMia]

aha
uh huh
nuh uh
ah choo!

 

[rubymyst]

achoooo
shoo
u tickleing
sensation
in
my
nose

sniffffff

 

[Dillinger]

Cool tickling achoos
Makes me think of feeding Shoe Fly Pie to Zebras.
Damn I'm horny!

 

[sigh]

shoe fly pie in a sky filled with drifting sails
while upon the ocean
the clouds ride the waves

tacking endlessly
lost
yet going nowhere in particular
anyway

hunger rumbles deeply
and the rain is near

 

[Dillinger]

Diamonds on the Soles of her Fish
riding crocodile tongues
one thick-hearted wall

Chocolate Gods bring the Sugar Rain
feeling singular memories
rapture

 

[rubymyst]

diamond drops..like
nails
scratchin window pain
rain
an eerie feeling of gloom
shiver..
is it
rapture
or fear?

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

I fancy a Fish Flan
or Pie
would be delish right about now
I remember something about a Dan who liked Pie
he wasn't a karate expert
Fish Flan with carrots
time to shop
or not cos it's rush hour at this time of Day
(another Dan, blimey)
kneel before me as I dub thee
Sir Pie

 

[Dillinger]

To Sir Pie With Love and Rosy Cross the Street With No Name of the Rose... go Bette!!!

 

[sigh]

bette davis had two eyes
like everyone else

how come nobody ever wrote a song about mine?

shoe fly
hair pie
slippery scents riding the wind

mmmmm...what a way to enjoy the day

 

[MechaBlade]

It's so easy...
Happy go lucky...


Yatta!!

 

[Dillinger]

Happy Day-glo
Slippery song
bye by American Woman
Pie

Woman Pie

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

I painted Pi
I should have doodled Pie
with a magic pencil that makes it real
easier than cooking, four-square meal
then visit the brick shit house to unload
lost in the forest in the depths of night
glow-in-the dark poo would help my sight

 

[Black_Bird]

Paint the dead bodies and I'll pencil you in for lunch on black paper. We're having your children, in a balsamic vinegarette, and red wine. Enjoy!

We've got broken down cars and heart medication, acid and peanutbutter. Our circus will a feature the freakshow of mirrors, for how much longer will simplicity amuse the simple? Nails and wrenches pinned up on a cross and Jesus was a plumber.

 

[rubymyst]

red wine's a bouquet the tongue
a vinegar for my sleep
a vigour of speech

this is just a ramble
this is just not it
this is just knotted

 

[Black_Bird]

This is not just a Ramble
This is not just a Word
This is not just a Gun
This is not just Absurd

This is not just a Fist
This is not just a Finger
This is not just a Victim
This is just not where to Linger.

This is not just a Song
This is not just a Sound
This is not just a Hope
That has just not been Found.

 

[Dillinger]

The bigger the HEAD(ache)
The bigger the
PiL (This is NOT a Love Song)

(This is NOT a Love Song)
Rust never sleeps quite like the vigor of speech

Fickle Finger of Balsamic Fate
Laugh
Out
Laugh-In

 

[sigh]

laugh's cackle giggles helplessly
painfully
gasping for air-ingly

stop tickling me
dammit

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

http://bookworm.com.sg/e-book-preview/e-bk-mrmen-01tickle-pic01.gif

Mr Tickle's fickle
friend
is fickle
hence the name

Long arms for reacharound
and increased angular momentum when
spanking

Spank! pain!
warm glow
laugh about it later.

 

[sigh]

laugh about it now
for when november's cold, shrill wind
winds its way incessantly
under cracks and through panes,
its chill will strike with deadly
careful
complacency

and that's when the warmth of a reddened-bottomed spanking
will be welcomed
sought
cherished
anticipated
desired
and (dare I say it?)
needed

bottoms up across the lap of my love
thumb and
two fingers within me
(like a bowling ball)
with her other hand rising and falling
measured strokes
stings of orgasm



shuddering now, with memories

 

[cymbidia]

rising and falling and gasping for air
no--waiting
waiting waiting
waiting waitingwaitingwaitingwaiting is not a thing i'm good at.
waiting sucks.
waiting is fucked--and not in a good way.
body pulsing
waiting
killing time with octogons, one eye on the window.
heat and fire and intensity...await.

 

[Dillinger]

Rising laughs string fickle orgasms that ramble with warm painted complacency. Cherished bowling balls sleep in happy knots while bottom loving octagons fuck incessantly.

 

[sigh]

fucking fatigue poisons ramble endlessly about natural beliefs of entire populations of xanadu blossom thefts

and when that happens
it just leaves me with this stinking sinking lethargy that tingles
sort of

in a somewhat pleasant way

 

[Guest]

Maybe if I smoke a bowl this will make sense!

 

[sigh]

sense careens madly in the battered world of octagons
which is only as it should be

after all
flipping a congealed mattress isn't nearly so fun
as you might think
(just trust me on this one, okay?)

then smoke a bowl on me
for me
with me
please

for release is like a pig sailing effortlessly in the wind

 

[Effigy]

Pigs might fly as could I

I miss sigh

I hurt hurt hurt

the pain runs deep and true
with you
without you

I love you