- Had you a viral video,
you’d watch it
more than once.
2. Instagram hearts
make you smile,
even from strangers.
3. Which would
No, this isn’t a Cosmo quiz —
it’s a social experiment.
Because no one ACTUALLY
answers these questions honestly
without looking like
that douche at the pool
trying to get as MANY
high fives as possible.
Yet, we all do it.
Alone or in public.
Day or night.
LED screen spice up our lives.
It was probably
by that girl taking
filmed for minutes
on the way to school,
the video soon posted,
by her dad
trying to teach her a lesson?
Or trying to get attention?
Either way, he might as
well have hashtagged it
Like most humor
we laughed at her
because we are her.
We see a dripping
itself in public.
when you name it.
But there is
a name for it:
You won’t agree
that you do it too.
But I’ll bet
most of you
Why is that?
You’d never admit it.
You can say
I smelt it, so I dealt it.
Call me a preacher,
a hater, or a hypocrit.
But I'd rather you call me a
digital masterbater too.
And then remember the last
time you opened Instagram
and took a selfie
or hashtagged something
or posted a status
that your still breathing.
How long has it been —
a minute, an hour, a day?
Now try making fun of her.
no slavering kisses
like a dog on heat
no schoolboy fumble
wanting you to beat his meat.
no grope in the dark
or a letch to grab your tits
no rancid breath,nor sweaty skin
to grasp you in his mits.
just you and your fingers
and your own dirty vices
pure ecstacy of loving yourself
with your battery op devices.
it is all in the touch
the rhythm of your wrist
the way your body squirms
giving a wriggle to your hips.
a gasp n moan
masterbation brings you pleasure
frustrated tensions fade away
as you fiddle at your leisure.
reaching your crescendo
a throb a pant a sigh
eyes slightly misted
youre at your dizzying high.
copyright gothicmistress 2010
I close my eyes
And lick my lips
As Full hands
Turn into finger tips
They go down my side
Then over my thighs
The hands begin to undo
The laces on my shoe
Then the buttons on my pants
Maybe this is what they call romance
The hands know what's next
And what'll feel best
As they slip between my legs
The more my body begs
They stroke where it feels right
And my muscles become tight
When I finally I cum
And all of my body is numb
I finally open my eyes
And realize my body has told lies
For I lay in bed alone
With only hands of my own
I'm only agressive because u made me this way . Every day u insist upon calling me gay .
But we are one so don't try to fight this Sensation. Were the same person so its not gay its masterbation .
she'd make love if she knew
if she could
if she would
when her life seems to spiral down
mental capacities limited more and more
she sips a little 80 proof
packs another bowl and waits for
listens to music that reminds her of beautiful boys
that have long gone
beautiful boys they dance and sing play music together
in her dreams all of them
together smiling faces
with some hesitation
she'd make love if she could
make love to a bar of soap
it's all you got
they ended short short relationship with a parting wish
"go fuck yourself, bitch"
...and as she stands in shower
wonders if they'd feel satisfied
if they knew she did exactly that
it's all she has
one parting wish
and a bar of soap
written december 31st, 2009.
A cosmic ray dispersed into creation
Tail wagging upstream with elation
So many victims fallen to masterbation
Anxious seed sprouting with incubation
Privileged To exist
we have no choice
Growing like a cyst
No time to rejoice
Cognitive effort to grasp us being alive
Ponder the place from where we derive
Reasons for life and why we must strive
Are we honeybees with earth as our hive
Pray to the heavens for when we"ll arrive
Greeted with a smile and god"s high five
Effortlessly we all continue to live and be
Subconsciously evolving the human tree
Temporarily renting this vessel of a body
Surreptitiously evading death to be free
John Carlisle the un assumed hero,
He is a brilliant absolute zero
Born in the city of Sin,
Sex all around, here S.T. D.s win.
And through it all he hates sex crimes,
Having never busted a nut, his sad times.
In his maddened fury for sexual gratification,
He meets the Master, the master of masterbation.
He is Master Bater, the one with the touch,
He can make you bust, it doesnt take much.
In his search for a new hero to be born,
He runs into John Carlisle while buying some porn.
John, I see your frustration,
I must warn you of the evil villain, Mr. CASTRATION.
I need a new student to battle this fool,
Cum with me, become my tool!
John wanders and tells of his invention,
" I invented a nut busting gun, I wanted to mention."
Train me in the sexual battle,
I will do almost anything, but I will not do cattle!'
Master Bater has found his new man,
I will train you in the ways that are banned.
You will become the nut buster of the city,
Maker of sexual loyalty and unflashing the titty!
You will be honored as you battle these villains,
Stopping the likes of Blue Balls, and his hit men.
You will be against the crazy woman known,
She has a Cameltoe that has only grown.
It has reachrd her belt buckle, so large they call her Moose Knuckle!
You will face a hardened criminal deadly,
His name be Viagro, battle him headily.
Take charge of the Sin City,
And get laid son! Get some twin titty!
And so Orgazmo was born,
Here in the slums, sexual deviants be warned!
I got this great sensation.
With a broad imagination
And I love to think
Where other brains are weak
So educate me
Teach me that one plus one in ya bedroom
Means later on a wife and groom
That if I don't pull out and stay in
9months from now we got a baby coming
We all need education
No don't put me no class room I want hands on
I want to touch feel and embrace the sun
And yes I know its hot
But so was you and look what I got
I'm getting educated
Now that I know about the birds and the bees
I got a lil knowledge on astrolegy
Can we go on please
Without this thing called education the brain is dead
She brought me to life the first time I got in her bed
She educated me taught me things I never knew
Like you can have sharp pains in ya heart from what someone else might do
That you can be heart broken yea she taught that to me
She also demonstrated that one time she left me
Although sad for her to go I'm glad she taught me about masterbation
Or else I would be in a world of shyt
Sexually fustrated holding all these nuts in
Man fuck education half of the shyt we don't use
And knowing one plus one don't stop ya heart from getting bruised
I hate education of life I should of stayed in public schools
Instead of coming out to the real world and takin off my sschool shoes
I don't want to learn
That falling in love sometimes can burn
Damn you education
I'm gonna make a collabaration of the two
The real world / school education and sell it to ya kids in school
So they won't be fooled
When someone comes and try to educate them
And still I have a great sensation with a broad imagination
I got my books pen and paper early preperation
For this shyt called education
The trapeze artist without
encased within a paper weight,
reading through eye
glasses crafted for readers
This is the mind set...... this is the end truth.......
Being is embryonic,
to become, to the pupal larva,
a new becoming, Life.
Quantum leaps often end in tragedy
when the time traveler ceases to travel
The sudden stop!
Rapid communication......synaptic calibration......recall all yesterdays.
blind intellect one tenth of one second 15 seconds
The dimensions split and the bicameral mind appears two lobes
right and left, inverted vision adjusted for
creating abstracted convolutions
answering to them self. A planet in a galaxy of confusion.
Imagination finding place in the new electronic
institution, man made synaptical illustrations
from pixilated madness.
We take from this..............an
illogical extension of our existence that makes some sense.
We make it such
that it becomes
the most told lie
we believe without questioning.
Till death we do part.
As I inhale looking at my past...my last past, well
in any case the past is where I just wrote past the last time
like now PAST.
Rationalization is overrated, intellectual masterbation
is for the cools, and catatonic haze is a new wave drug.
It is early in a new society's evolution.....
It is late in the face of time......
ergo quantum quandary quid pro quo
Ajerry / copyright