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This Winter I slept a lot on my couch in my TV room As it's my main room for living and working in And it's also the warmest room in the house I'd be lying there with some clothes thrown over me And with my Mom's old fur coat like a big bearskin on top of me It'd been a tough year what with my work I've developed a strange condition, a kind of weakness in my head Probably from doing too much, overstretching myself...some kind of burnout thing So now I'm always drinking herbal teas that are supposed to be good for the brain In the hope they might ease my condition, even cure it There's one tea I make, it's a mixture of rosemary and lavender It's good for the circulation and bringing blood to your head, the cerebral area Rosemary though I've discovered is a bit funny, it also affects the pelvic region It's a feckin' aphrodisiac, it makes you ***** One night after drinking a big mugful of this concoction I had one of my funny otherworldly type dreams I woke up suddenly and didn't know where the hell I was All I knew was I was ***** as hell All I can remember doing is getting up in a daze Then putting on my mother's big fur coat Then going outside, out onto the moors to howl at the moon Next morning when I awoke I found myself lying on my kitchen floor I couldn't remember a thing about the night before. Awhile later I was down the shop and I overheard these bunch of farmers talking real anxiously among themselves They were saying "Did you hear the terrible howling last night out on the moors Scared all the farm animals, scared the wife and kids too, terrible it was People say it was some kind of strange bear-like creature We're going out tonight with our guns to hunt it down" I looked away and thought to myself "I hope they won't be using any...any silver bullets".
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC
Werewolves of Ireland
This Winter I slept a lot on my couch in my TV room As it's my main room for living and working in And it's also the warmest room in the house I'd be lying there with some clothes thrown over me And with my Mom's old fur coat like a big bearskin on top of me It'd been a tough year what with my work I've developed a strange condition, a kind of weakness in my head Probably from doing too much, overstretching myself...some kind of burnout thing So now I'm always drinking herbal teas that are supposed to be good for the brain In the hope they might ease my condition, even cure it There's one tea I make, it's a mixture of rosemary and lavender It's good for the circulation and bringing blood to your head, the cerebral area Rosemary though I've discovered is a bit funny, it also affects the pelvic region It's a feckin' aphrodisiac, it makes you ***** One night after drinking a big mugful of this concoction I had one of my funny otherworldly type dreams I woke up suddenly and didn't know where the hell I was All I knew was I was ***** as hell All I can remember doing is getting up in a daze Then putting on my mother's big fur coat Then going outside, out onto the moors to howl at the moon Next morning when I awoke I found myself lying on my kitchen floor I couldn't remember a thing about the night before. Awhile later I was down the shop and I overheard these bunch of farmers talking real anxiously among themselves They were saying "Did you hear the terrible howling last night out on the moors Scared all the farm animals, scared the wife and kids too, terrible it was People say it was some kind of strange bear-like creature We're going out tonight with our guns to hunt it down" I looked away and thought to myself "I hope they won't be using any...any silver bullets".
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i cove my eyes                                    breathe and billow my way borne and berthed in dark green fur it operates   sway of la lune and sea i hat breath  pat at it deeper and be                                              silting
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May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
night slip
can you tell me why all these young girls with long beautiful hair soft luscious cheeks sumptuous curves adoration for vegan virtuous fighters of oppression woke to the point of irritation their love for queer impeccable music taste can you tell me why they drape themselves in death wraps secondhand blood-infused frocks
 insidious corpses stitched together for what to keep warm when it drops to -2 can you tell me why complacency wins
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
complacency wins
Winter in full fledge The cats fur matted with snow Even he seems cold
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Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
Snowy night
My nose in the cat, the fur smells lovely, like a -- freshly steamed blanket.
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 4:25 AM UTC
[ My nose in the cat ]
Last Night a Cat climbed My Roof. I have no reason Why. Though I'm a Lover of Cats, I was scared to ask Her Why. I'm figuring out How She got There. As My House is Down by the Sea. I tried calling Her Kitty, But She wouldn't answer Me. Maybe She was in search of Fish, So My Heart uttered a Hi to Her. With that She purred a Meow and began to lick Her Fur. I finally brought Her Down and asked Her what She Wanted. I have failed to Understand Cats and the last One, had Me Haunted. She kept purring all Night and the Lion in Me lost Control. But I buried all My Sins, When She held My Heart and Soul.
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Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 8:51 AM UTC
A Cat, climbed up My Roof
September 27th You died today Your life just slipped away Maybe souls exist and I’ll see you again Pretty lies we tell ourselves but it’s all pretend My tethers to this world are growing thin I often wonder why they say suicides a sin The world with out you has grown a little grim I know I need time to grieve But it’s hard when there’s no time to breath
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
September 27th
Time for bed, Rest your head, I'll  protect you dear, from the nightmares you bare, Close your eyes, Count to three, You'll be safe with me, I promise you my dear,
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Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Promise
clothe      each     self     a      dupe unclear  what we would  portray cling      to      our      cur      beasts zoo             of             personalities and never the funds to feed them
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
fur
Here am I, a fur detective, What is a pet's perspective? Fur friends make us happy, you see, Have to return their love, ask me, What would your pet say to thee? Thanks for the cuddles, good company, Thanks for meal and comfy bed, Thanks for the snacks, enough said, Message from this fur detective, Turn your eyes to the pet's perspective!
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
PET'S PERSPECTIVE!
I was born into this, something I never wanted.  And all of my life, I've been running, hunted.  We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes.  You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake.  I am the sole survivor, the last of my race.  I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate. You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean?  The only monster I see is you.  Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through.  Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few.  Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me.  Stop lying to yourself.  Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely?  Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit.  Why can't you understand?  Monsters have feelings too. Though, it is too late to go back to peace.  The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me.  And now, I will never be free.  I'm forever running from your conceit.  I have done nothing to bring you to this.  I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss.  I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed.  I have to hide in caverns deep.  In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep. I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before.  My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars.  In anguish, I roar.  My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn.  I've given up on living any longer.  It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
A Monster's Feelings (Part One)
I was born into this, something I never wanted.  And all of my life, I've been running, hunted.  We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes.  You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake.  I am the sole survivor, the last of my race.  I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate. You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean?  The only monster I see is you.  Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through.  Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few.  Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me.  Stop lying to yourself.  Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely?  Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit.  Why can't you understand?  Monsters have feelings too. Though, it is too late to go back to peace.  The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me.  And now, I will never be free.  I'm forever running from your conceit.  I have done nothing to bring you to this.  I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss.  I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed.  I have to hide in caverns deep.  In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep. I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before.  My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars.  In anguish, I roar.  My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn.  I've given up on living any longer.  It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
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I am the slither of fur in the night, Glint of moonlight which captures the sleek silver of a cat's back And the ghostly glow of a cat's eyes.
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Cat
It started off with some blues, coz every panting night’s gotta start somewhere. She took him by the hand and dragged his lanky limbs past the pub, in the back alleys she read him poisonous poetry until they were both drooling. She wrapped him up tightly in her furs, he stopped breathing. He was hers.
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
Howl loud lil pup
Hamsters on parade they don't disappear or fade a constant attack, or a raid across my floor they sashay Wisps of fur flying not living, not dying and yes, multiplying under sofa and chair they still play One day, not yet here I'll walk without fear and no longer shed tears my Hamsters no longer dog made
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Hamster's march
The Trapper Through the deepest snow, I somehow carry myself forward. In a biting cold wind that blows me back. No other sound to be heard. I have to find an animal to put in my knapsack. With boots of old, made from a fallen foe. The bear that once roared so loudly; roars no more. At ten foot tall, he shrank my heart, But the spear struck and he crashed down to the floor. A cloud of ice burst up from all around his empty life; This sorry sight is no longer the dreaded claw. The darkness surrounds me; the burning fire my only companion. Alone I travel, without rest, until the end of the campaign. No dreams of peace, no calming presence, Just hardship and cold ale; death is my only witness. He follows my trail of footsteps, left behind to fade, As the ice falls down upon me from all around; This place is an ice sheet…I cannot let it be my grave. The snow buries the landscape and erases all the memories. This fairy tale image; half covered trees and lost wishes, Of long forgotten beasts and long forgotten times. All are left behind to rot, without record or witness. No soul has passed through here in a thousand years. No humanity to be found within a thousand miles; As wolves howl in the distance, to spread their fear, A sound in the air from the wings of an unseen flier. The flies appear from nowhere to feed upon the animal; It no longer has the will to have any desire. No feelings at all, all meat stripped from the bones; The body found by accident, as I fell through a hole in the snow. This hidden bear cave, beneath the foot. My bed for this night only; death is kept back, for once. He cannot take me tonight; maybe tomorrow he will succeed, For I am endlessly betwixt and in between, The shivers that will end me and the rotten luck! That leaves me to exist, as one of the living. No future dreams; no hope of finding sanity. I see ghosts in the shadows; they are haunting me And as I finally collapse to my knees, Before the giant that I must pass. I pray for some guidance through the mountain; A secret tunnel, perhaps? Or maybe there will be a way to be carried upon high, By angel wings; allow me to fly. But the journey I take is along the hardest of ways And I either keep on moving forwards on the trail of my prey, Or I resign to this living and prepare myself to die. A trapper’s life is to hunt the stalking beast; It moves in the shadows, so I must too. If I am to survive…first I must find something to eat. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
The Trapper
The Trapper Through the deepest snow, I somehow carry myself forward. In a biting cold wind that blows me back. No other sound to be heard. I have to find an animal to put in my knapsack. With boots of old, made from a fallen foe. The bear that once roared so loudly; roars no more. At ten foot tall, he shrank my heart, But the spear struck and he crashed down to the floor. A cloud of ice burst up from all around his empty life; This sorry sight is no longer the dreaded claw. The darkness surrounds me; the burning fire my only companion. Alone I travel, without rest, until the end of the campaign. No dreams of peace, no calming presence, Just hardship and cold ale; death is my only witness. He follows my trail of footsteps, left behind to fade, As the ice falls down upon me from all around; This place is an ice sheet…I cannot let it be my grave. The snow buries the landscape and erases all the memories. This fairy tale image; half covered trees and lost wishes, Of long forgotten beasts and long forgotten times. All are left behind to rot, without record or witness. No soul has passed through here in a thousand years. No humanity to be found within a thousand miles; As wolves howl in the distance, to spread their fear, A sound in the air from the wings of an unseen flier. The flies appear from nowhere to feed upon the animal; It no longer has the will to have any desire. No feelings at all, all meat stripped from the bones; The body found by accident, as I fell through a hole in the snow. This hidden bear cave, beneath the foot. My bed for this night only; death is kept back, for once. He cannot take me tonight; maybe tomorrow he will succeed, For I am endlessly betwixt and in between, The shivers that will end me and the rotten luck! That leaves me to exist, as one of the living. No future dreams; no hope of finding sanity. I see ghosts in the shadows; they are haunting me And as I finally collapse to my knees, Before the giant that I must pass. I pray for some guidance through the mountain; A secret tunnel, perhaps? Or maybe there will be a way to be carried upon high, By angel wings; allow me to fly. But the journey I take is along the hardest of ways And I either keep on moving forwards on the trail of my prey, Or I resign to this living and prepare myself to die. A trapper’s life is to hunt the stalking beast; It moves in the shadows, so I must too. If I am to survive…first I must find something to eat. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Long dark fur of blackest night Round green eyes give sudden fright Yawn her cares with stretching bite Warms my lap when sits are right
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Tigey
The Cat’s Song by Marge Piercy Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother’s forgotten ******* Let us walk in the woods, says the cat. I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents, to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt. Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat. You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends, says the cat, although I am more equal than you. Can you leap twenty times the height of your body? Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs? Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch. My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard. My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings walking round and round your bed and into your face. Come I will teach you to dance as naturally as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long. I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers. Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Another Marge Piercy Favorite "The Cat's Song"
warm fur brushes my knee soft, calming i love my cat with her gentle whiskers her loud voice calling for food water my attention you could consider her a simple creature but she has just as much personality as the rest of us.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
my sweetheart
I miss your little paws Your coal black nose The way you used to twitch Whenever you would doze I miss your floppy ears Your dorky overbite The cute way you would growl While in a play-fight I miss the positions In which you would fall asleep I would snap a silly pic For memories to keep I miss those bright eyes Your boundless energy When we would go on walks You would run circles around me. I miss your soft fur Your unique smell How your warm tongue felt I remember too well I miss your bark You were a noisy guy Every sound set you off We never knew why I miss my stoner dog You would try to eat *** I would give you my stems We would get high a lot I miss your eyebrows Your quick brown tail If i needed a friend You were there without fail I miss sleeping with you Right by my side Curled under blankets Beneath covers you would hide I miss the bounce in your step You had a favorite toy We would play around the clock You were a good boy What I miss most of all What brings me this heartache I miss the memories We never got to make
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Memories (For Diesel)
Look into my eyes... I promise you this adorableness is a disguise Look at me... I'm small, thin, fragile, and weary You could call it fur, what surrounds my face... A brown thin curtain covers me, a soft lace My eyes will fool you A cat with two different colored jewels, this trait goes to few Yes... I have many traits That makes you think of me as a kitten... but just wait But you must be warned I may look like an easy catch to hold and cuddle, but many skins have been torn. You may only see cute soft gentle paws But remember... This Kitten Has Claws...
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
This Kitten Has Claws ///
There's a soft grass field in which I lay. I close my eyes and breathe in the atmosphere. The soft wind makes the grass sound like an ocean. But, it's a bit too dark, isn't it? I open my eyes to a splash of colors and patterns. Brown grounded coffee beans. Orange burnt from the sun. Tan insides of a tree trunk. Black like singed ashes. And green. The color of life. The flowers tickle my cheek. Stroking my face with a gentle touch. I feel a raindrop fall on my nose. I giggle softly. It's going to rain soon, but I don't want to go. Everything seems tranquil right now. I close my eyes again. A soft sound rings nearby mixing into the sounds of the wind. It's almost putting me to sleep. I breathe with the motion of the hum. I wish I can stay here forever. The sun is so warm against my face. I feel nothing but the grass brushing against my skin. I feel the soft hum enter my lungs and back out my half parted lips. I want to drink this feeling. This feeling of comfort, of warmth, of security, of home. It's so quiet, I feel loved here. The sun kisses my forehead. The flowers strokes my cheek. The grass caresses my body. the raindrop touches my nose. The atmosphere drowns me in serenity. ... But I must get up before the thunderstorm comes. I take a deep breath in, and I open my eyes. I exhale out, with a long and deep sigh. "I'll be back soon for you, my kitty."
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Ceniza
The cops, they couldn't see it but she did, right away the perp had a small problem a virtual **** toupee Overflowing tress', ***** like a Farah Fawcett wig poking out his zipper hiding all, that wasn't big So ware the sexts you send and don't mistype receiver sending hairy **** pics making the ladies gasp and a hirsute ***** believer
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Genital toupee
rough tongue caresses one ***** licks the other your breath smells like fish
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
rough tongue caresses