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Well I guess at this stage of my life It's unlikely Fame will ever find me Guess I must have missed my Boat,     sailed off without me Must have missed my Train too, left     me standing in the station (Did I ever really want to go anyway ?) Probably missed the Bus as well, by     the look it. I guess you might say things are     looking kinda bleak But y'know, I've been thinking...     maybe...what if...I wonder ? Supposing I was to spice things up a     bit Add a little controversy to the mix Like a mischievous Madonna or a     Prince (R.I.P). I read somewhere once that some     artists before they can create They gotta set a scene first, gotta     create an atmosphere, a certain          ambience So they do weird things, they light     candles, burn incense Put on strange music, wear strange     outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat          whatever ! Helps put them in an altered state of     mind. But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do     any of that Me! I just like to keep things simple     yeah Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do     it in the **** No!!! Not when I'm in the mood In the **** IN THE **** Yea, I like to get it out when there's no     one about There's nothing I like more when I get     through my front door Than flinging my clothes off     everywhere My knickers they land on a picture,     my pants their down the hall My shirt's up on a lampshade, my     vest's up on the wall Gotta bare my body before I can bare     my soul I like the freedom it affords; And like a Scotsman and his kilt I like to wave it around a bit Till I'm ready to take my seat, my     Muse for to meet Descending like some beautiful     winged Pegasus from the sky I wait till she alights, then I surprise     her I jump on board and ride her Rising way above the Earth, the two of     us Wild and free, with nothing at all     restraining me Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the          Imagination Like some incredible!...amazing!...     Lady Godiva!!! Wait a minute! what's that I hear     outside my door A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a     Train's whistle a wailing A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all     furiously sounding And jostling with one another to get to     my door Man! Their coming so fast I think their     gonna crash into one another All wanting to take me away with     them, take me away from here And promising me all kinds of crazy    wonderful things.... Just goes to show.... But remember It ain't lewd and it ain't rude To be a Dude who likes to write in the     **** In fact... in fact, it's quite cool (actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!     someone shut that door!).
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
In the **** !! IN THE ****
Well I guess at this stage of my life It's unlikely Fame will ever find me Guess I must have missed my Boat,     sailed off without me Must have missed my Train too, left     me standing in the station (Did I ever really want to go anyway ?) Probably missed the Bus as well, by     the look it. I guess you might say things are     looking kinda bleak But y'know, I've been thinking...     maybe...what if...I wonder ? Supposing I was to spice things up a     bit Add a little controversy to the mix Like a mischievous Madonna or a     Prince (R.I.P). I read somewhere once that some     artists before they can create They gotta set a scene first, gotta     create an atmosphere, a certain          ambience So they do weird things, they light     candles, burn incense Put on strange music, wear strange     outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat          whatever ! Helps put them in an altered state of     mind. But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do     any of that Me! I just like to keep things simple     yeah Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do     it in the **** No!!! Not when I'm in the mood In the **** IN THE **** Yea, I like to get it out when there's no     one about There's nothing I like more when I get     through my front door Than flinging my clothes off     everywhere My knickers they land on a picture,     my pants their down the hall My shirt's up on a lampshade, my     vest's up on the wall Gotta bare my body before I can bare     my soul I like the freedom it affords; And like a Scotsman and his kilt I like to wave it around a bit Till I'm ready to take my seat, my     Muse for to meet Descending like some beautiful     winged Pegasus from the sky I wait till she alights, then I surprise     her I jump on board and ride her Rising way above the Earth, the two of     us Wild and free, with nothing at all     restraining me Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the          Imagination Like some incredible!...amazing!...     Lady Godiva!!! Wait a minute! what's that I hear     outside my door A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a     Train's whistle a wailing A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all     furiously sounding And jostling with one another to get to     my door Man! Their coming so fast I think their     gonna crash into one another All wanting to take me away with     them, take me away from here And promising me all kinds of crazy    wonderful things.... Just goes to show.... But remember It ain't lewd and it ain't rude To be a Dude who likes to write in the     **** In fact... in fact, it's quite cool (actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!     someone shut that door!).
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I want to be thin as a whisper, To be feline and **** a cat with long whiskers, To have length and width but no depth at all, Not one bit of fat and to walk model tall, I’ll take drugs, gobble Kleenex, drink only weak tea Whatever it takes, to not ever be me. I want to be loved like a pillow, feathered and light, Held close to your cheek, cuddled all night, To be soft squished and moulded into all kinds of lovers, A prop up, a padding, a bump under the covers, A cushion encased in a bright burst of stars, I can’t wait to be normal, I’m slightly bizarre. I want to be lost in crowd of loud celebration, To be swept up and away in a mass of flirtation, To be jostled and felt up, the hands of rude strangers, A joyous outburst, wet kissing ex-changers, To abandon my will, flee from restraint, I can’t be, I could be, I am what I ain't.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Ain't
It happened every moon that Filled the sky, the transformation Couldn't be stopped. I howled in defiance I howled to cure the moon I spoke unto the heavens "Freedom from you" I walked the places I could not Have before, birthday suit Wasn't the suit to show my Face arrested for sure. "Washing lines" "Like a free store" Socks, Knickers, Trousers, Then last of all a shirt to finish me off, Knickers you think?? this doesn't happen All the time, but I find them nice to the touch. I could feel you clawing upon the flesh "Needing release" But this is the moon of plenty now play Nice, soon it will be your turn. I sink pints as if water, then I find Myself licking at the pint of ale, Looking around, Quizative, Stares, Beard Upon my face, weren't you shaven when You entered this place?? Hoooooowwww. Do I know, I didn't look in the mirror Before I left home. "You drunk fella" Nooooowwww Right out the door I was politely Thrown to the curb. Well at least I tasted it this time, "Golden nectar" The animal is approaching "My moment has pasted" As I arch in agony, Some one kicks me, "Laughs at my pain" "Would you like to meet my friend" "He'll take a bite out of you friend" Kicked upon the face as clothes shred off. "The wolf is released" Gone is man, primal form freedom From that white hell that plagues Every full moon, I clamp down upon Meat, Marrow, Bone Shatters in my fanged grasp, As my claws rip upon his throat. I swipe once more as his head detaches And leaves a frozen look of terror, Rolling upon the floor. I am free, I am the beast as I Pounce upon road and path, I reach the outskirts of my home "I look at the manmade filth" Howling into the night I am wolf, Cured to be man for when the moon shines I am that which is cursed I become man.   .
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Moon Shines Curse
It happened every moon that Filled the sky, the transformation Couldn't be stopped. I howled in defiance I howled to cure the moon I spoke unto the heavens "Freedom from you" I walked the places I could not Have before, birthday suit Wasn't the suit to show my Face arrested for sure. "Washing lines" "Like a free store" Socks, Knickers, Trousers, Then last of all a shirt to finish me off, Knickers you think?? this doesn't happen All the time, but I find them nice to the touch. I could feel you clawing upon the flesh "Needing release" But this is the moon of plenty now play Nice, soon it will be your turn. I sink pints as if water, then I find Myself licking at the pint of ale, Looking around, Quizative, Stares, Beard Upon my face, weren't you shaven when You entered this place?? Hoooooowwww. Do I know, I didn't look in the mirror Before I left home. "You drunk fella" Nooooowwww Right out the door I was politely Thrown to the curb. Well at least I tasted it this time, "Golden nectar" The animal is approaching "My moment has pasted" As I arch in agony, Some one kicks me, "Laughs at my pain" "Would you like to meet my friend" "He'll take a bite out of you friend" Kicked upon the face as clothes shred off. "The wolf is released" Gone is man, primal form freedom From that white hell that plagues Every full moon, I clamp down upon Meat, Marrow, Bone Shatters in my fanged grasp, As my claws rip upon his throat. I swipe once more as his head detaches And leaves a frozen look of terror, Rolling upon the floor. I am free, I am the beast as I Pounce upon road and path, I reach the outskirts of my home "I look at the manmade filth" Howling into the night I am wolf, Cured to be man for when the moon shines I am that which is cursed I become man.   .
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