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*blurt* 'loose' and 'lose' are not fucking interchangeable! But, thanks for giving me hope. Maybe I too can wind up on The New York Times Bestseller List with the help of a good editor. :rolleyes:
 
I think Abs is right about the name that some things have in this country. She usually refers to the candy, but my reference is to alcohol. I'm having a Scrumpy Jack . . . :rolleyes:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
I think Abs is right about the name that some things have in this country. She usually refers to the candy, but my reference is to alcohol. I'm having a Scrumpy Jack . . . :rolleyes:

'ello, sweetie-dahling.
 
Nirvanadragones said:
I think Abs is right about the name that some things have in this country. She usually refers to the candy, but my reference is to alcohol. I'm having a Scrumpy Jack . . . :rolleyes:

Cornish Cider...god i havent had that in YEARS! (yes yes!)

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blurt...*hurrrry up grace! else no sexy accent on the phone while the sun sets in front of you!*

:eek:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
I think Abs is right about the name that some things have in this country. She usually refers to the candy, but my reference is to alcohol. I'm having a Scrumpy Jack . . . :rolleyes:

Well, I think that you're pretty Scrumpy yourself, if that means delicious...well, you and Sam. :devil:
 
Alexandra1979 said:
Well, I think that you're pretty Scrumpy yourself, if that means delicious...well, you and Sam. :devil:
Thank you! :kiss:

Does this mean that it was established last night who I was married to? ;)
 
Imagine: Armageddon sick of all 'em ol' Dodge pickups drivin' a 100 maul anar, said with a Grammar school Scottish accent. :D
 
cloudy said:
Bitches. :heart:

(c'mere, and ah'll teach ya to tahk like uh real southrun gal)

And it gets even more hilarious . . . imagine said Scot, singing karaoke to " Any dream will do" from Joseph and his amazing technicoloured dream coat . . . (After she's had about 4 of said Scrumpy Jacks) :D
 
:eek: now that is suuuch a funny voice in my head...tell said scott thanks for the amusement :D

give her more scrumpies! :D
 
James Joyce wrote to his fiance in 1909:

My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.

You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.

Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.

I remember reading this when it auctioned for over half a million dollars in 2004. Just stumbled across it again. Wow.
 
Wow, indeed, Imp. :kiss:

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Blurt: Discovering new and obscure music lately has given me the strangest satisfaction. I wish I could describe it. Somewhere between a sense of accomplishment in the discovery and the flood of relief and soothing I feel when a stranger sings my emotions so effectively.

I wish I had unlimited iTunes. :)
 
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