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jeffrey robin Jul 2015
:/:

So

When it is said

I LOVE YOU

( YOU // of course //

Being the generic name for a ***** )

& that

WE

are the

WHOLE WORLD !

The

UNIVERSE !

//

Where does actual HUMAN LIFE fit in ?

( where do ......I ..... fit in ? )



Why

When reading such .... Words

Do I feel such an unbounded hatred

Coming at me ?



obviously

The writer has such disdain for the audience

That he or she does not even bother

To acknowledge its existence !!!

ONLY THE LOVER AND THE BELOVED !

( and the BELOVED is only there as a foil

For the SELF DESCRIPTION of the writer

Who ULTIMATELY  is the ONLY subject of the thing

//

the arrogance !

The sheer narcissistic egotism !



I ask :

Why is such evil hateful trash

Promoted as expressions of love

( and we know

No one shall DARE REVEAL THEMSELVES

By answering the question ! )



Since when did COWARDICE

become the chief feature of HP ?

//

Fear of actually talking to the audience

Fear of acknowledging the total life of

The  victim ( YOU -the ***** )

Fear of seeing a simple relationship

As being part of nature and a part of the world

••

JUST SOME ******* USELESS STUPID DRAMA

GLORIFIED !!

( why ? )

/:/

why such an expression of hatred for the self and others

Disguised by such ornate meaninglessness ?

//

I know I talk of this a lot

But it is painful to watch

Young people die
I romanticize humanity until what's left isn't even human.

I cook up fallacies about legal aliens and add a dash of cumin.

Your chef tosses salads in the pasta section of the grocery store.

Devil's just as confused, with a ***** and an apology at heaven's door.


You don't know, and no one cares where eggs go when they die.

Godzilla thinks of a car full of clowns like you would a sardine pie.

What happens when an elephant gets alzheimer's and loses keys?

Does the paradox consume an entire circus of trapeze-act-fleas?


I ruin birthday cakes by blowing off the frosting instead of the flames.

How I do that? Count backwards from backwards and say my names.

Bittersweet love anthems pollute the brains of conscientious dames.

Heavy metal doesn't pollute, it pacifies rage quitting from soul-******* games.


Out of the woodwork comes a limp ***** that would work,

Long hours only to find he'd pay millions for a Miley Cyrus twerk,

Which is worth about as much as an all-female circle ****,

Unless you add strap-ons, so strap in and lap up the knee-****-smirk.


It is unwise to handle scissors when one is being cutting-edge,

Because your accountants will dangle themselves off of a three-storey ledge,

When you cut up the ledgers and make light of, that is, burn, the evidence of pledge,

To the monkeys in your think-tank mailing feces to the upstart farmer's hedge.


Now I know you're sick of rhyming and of poems and of liver culling whisky,

But I must inform you of a pirate's missing eye, I've bought sight of something risky,

I implore that when this song and dance is done, you'll assuredly miss me,

Because I've told you everything about depravity, hence forth you must kiss me.


Beacons of hope shine much like cantankerous silver in the moonlight.

If you're a werewolf that will fill you with hope and with immeasurable fright.

One day the world will admit that I'm awesome and impoverished to boot,

Because when the song and dance is done, what's left is just an ounce of loot.
Another poem from my vault that I forgot about.
I wrote this poem today, July 20th, of 2015.
Reading this, I was astounded by the wordplay I employed.
There are certain things I've forgotten how to do poetically.

My poems now are more thoughtful, story-oriented, and laced with meaning.
This poem up here is pure play - wordplay, poeticism, rhyme, contrast, shock, mayhem, chaos. When I wrote poems like this, unknowingly, I did my best to dance around meaning. I played with it. Gave my readers just a taste of meaning as I, with comedy, made a spectacle of words.

I loved playing with words to full effect at the time. I was going through a lot of psychic pain. My illness was rampant. Writing helped ease the pain immensely and gave me joy.

I hope this little poem made you laugh as it did me :)

Enjoy!

DEW
mikumiku Apr 2018
Rub your ***** against the window
I’ll rub mine against it too
We don’t need no ******* *****
We’ll invent the love anew
Use your mouth, your lips, and tongue
Give it freedom that it’s worth
Feel reborn, untouched, and young
As sky reunites with Earth
Make your palms, your hands, and skin
Vibrate with every touch
This is love, not ******* sin
Give it, take it, hold it, clutch
Now the ******* of my ****
Are as wide as my own eyes
Via them my love transmits
Via them my ***** dies
Matt Jan 2016
Half past noon
In the month of June
He discovered a *****

In her room

It made his wife's
Flower bloom

Solid and strong
It stood seven inches long

Yes this is
The ***** song
Three cheers for the ***** song.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
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[የወንጀል ተጓዳኝ ባህርያት ወሳኝ የመሬት ማእከል ኤጀንሲ እና የባህር ላይ ፍራፍሬዎች] ውሻ ውሻ, ለስላሳ ሽፋን እና ለቅዝቃዜ ከጭንቅቃሽ ጋር, የጩኸትን ቃላትን በመጠባበቅ, የእርሷን የእንክብካቤ እቃዎች የሚጠብቁ የእጅግ ችቦዎች, ለዚህ ዓይነቱ ልምምድ እና ማጨስን, ሳይንስ, ሮቦት, ቤቲ ዛፎችና የበረራ አካላት እና ጭማቂዎች መታሰቢያ ስብሰባ ነው. የጴንጤቆስጤ ክርስትና የኢሳያስ የነቢዩ ዘመናዊ የጠረጴዛ ሠንጠረዥ. ማዕከላዊ መልአኩ ከእሱ ከታላቅ እህቱ ጋር ግማሽ ልብ የነበራቸው የጓደኞቹን ክብ ቅርጽና አድርጎ ነበር. እንደ ጽጌረዳ የሚመስል ዘመናዊ የላቲን አይነት ማሽን-የመማር ልብስ ልብ በሚጥል ሰው ዓይን ውስጥ የተቀረውን የተቀረጸ ወረቀት ለማዳመጥ ይጀምራል. ባዶ የዘፈን ዘፈኖች የህዝቡን የቀብር ሥነ ሥርዓት እየገደሉ ናቸው. የሰዶም ውቅያኖስ የሳዳምን ግድግዳ, የኤቫ ልብሶች, የዴልሞ ጥቁር የስነ-ልቦና ጥላዎች, የቦክስ አሻንጉሊቶች በእውነተኛ እጆች, በወታደር አስተናጋጅ ጠብቃውን በመጠባበቅ, ወሊጆች አንዳንድ ሴቶች ሴቶችን, የሴሰኛ ሴቶች, የሴት የፀጉር ሙቀት ሙቀትን, ጃንጥላዎችን, ጃንጥላዎችን, የሴቶች ንፅፅሮችን ጃንጥላዎችን ይይዛሉ. በጉልበቱ አስገድዶ መድፈር በቆዳው ፊት ቅዱስ ነው; ጣልቃ ገብነት, ዝምታ, ሳንሱር, እና የፕላኔቶች አነጋገር መጨመር በችግር ውስጥ መሃል ላይ ናቸው. ኮርፖሬሽኑ አዲስ እጆቿ, የቧንቧ እቃዎች, ቢኮኖች የተለያየ የተለያየ እቃዎች ሲኖሯት, ብቻቸውን እና የተደላደሉ, ተከላካይ, የተጻፉ መድሃኒቶች "ጨለማ ክፍሎችን ወደታች ይመለከታል." || ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ከወርቅ, ከወርቅ, ወይም ከወርቅ, ከወርቅ, ከወርቅ, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት Moon Lion Moon ጨረቃ ሙሉ ጨረቃ ሆቴል በሰው ልጅ ግድግዳ ላይ ልጅ ኡጂን ዔሊ መማርን አቁሟል. ክፍት ፈረንሳይ የከፍታ በር መግቢያ ሰላምታ በ አባቴ እጅግ አስገራሚ ተፈጥሯዊና አስደናቂ ምስጢራዊ ምስጢር ነበረ እና የሜክሲኮ ነጭ ልጃገረድ [ግብረ ሰዶማዊነት] ጎልማሳ ልዩነት የአካባቢ መከበር የመሬት ማእከላዊ ኤጀንሲ የንብ ቀፎና ፍራፍሬ ዝርጋታዎች ሴት ውሻ, ውሻ ጥልቀት ያለው ሰው ከቅዝቃዜ ጭፈራ, ከጩኸት ቃላትን በመጠበቅ, የሕፃን ክብካቤ እቃዎችን የሚጠብቁ የእጅ ጣት, ለዚህ ዓይነቱ ልምምድ እና ማጨስን, ሳይንስ, ሮቦት, ቤቲ ዛፎች እና የበረራ አካላት እና ጭማቂዎች የዝግጅት ስብሰባ መታዘዝ ያስፈለገው የጴንጤቆስጤ ክርስትና የኢሳያስ ነብዩ የነብዩ (ሰ.ዐ.ወ) ነቢይ የነቢዩ ዘመናዊ የጠረጴዛ ሠንጠረዥ. ማዕከላዊ መልአኩ ከእሱ ከታላቅ እህቱ ጋር ግማሽ ልብ የነበራቸው የጓደኞቹን ክብ ቅርጽና አድርጎ ነበር. እንደ ጽጌረዳ የሚመስል ዘመናዊ የላቲን አይነት ማሽን የሚማሩ ልብሶች የተቆረጠ ልብ በተሰበረው ሰው ዓይን የተቀረጸውን የወረቀት ቁርጥራጮች ማዳመጥ ይጀምራሉ. ባዶ የዘፈን ዘፈኖች የህዝቡን የቀብር ሥነ ሥርዓት እየገደሉ ናቸው. የሰዶም የባሕር ዳርቻ የሳዳምን ግድግዳ, የኤቫ ልብስ, የዲፍሮ ጨለማ የስነ-ልቦና ጥላዎች; የቡድን አሻንጉሊቶች በእውነተኛ እቅዶች, በወላጆቻቸው ድብደባ, አንዳንድ ሴቶችን, የሴቶችን ሴቶች, የሴቶች የሴት የፀጉር ሙቀት ሙቀትን, ጃንጥላዎችን, ጃንጥላዎችን, የሴቶችን እንጉዳይ እፅዋት በጃፓን ያክላል. በጉልበቱ አስገድዶ መድፈር በቆዳው ፊት ቅዱስ ነው; ጣልቃ ገብነት, ዝምታ, ሳንሱር, እና የፕላኔቶች አነጋገር መጨመር በችግር ውስጥ መሃል ላይ ናቸው. ኮርፖሬሽኑ አዲስ እጆቿ, ቧንቧዎች, ቢከንዶች, የተለያየ መልክ ያላቸው ሲሆን, ብቻቸውን እና የተደላደሉ, ተከላካይ, የተጻፉ መድሃኒቶች "ጨለማ ክፍሎችን ወደታች ይመለከታል." ||Johnny Popey's Black Women & Black Black Women, & Black Women, Black Black Women, Black Women & Black Women, Black Women One Black Woman & More Black Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women of Gold, Gold, or Gold, Gold, Gold Woman, Golden Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female Moon Lion Moon Lunar Full Moon Hotel In the wall of humanity, son Eugene, Eli stopped learning. Open French Open Door Summer Greetings John Sky on the Day Free, Day ****, walking time brown, brown. Writing a hometown poet written by a poet: Lost reading readers of Jewish friends who lost the true unity; My dad was dazzling in a dazzling nature, with a mysterious and mysterious mystery, and a Russian rock-massacre of a Mexican maiden [Homosexuality] GOSSAMER & MISCELLANEOUS FURS IN THE AREA OF DEMONSTRATIVE LAND-MACED AGENCY LIVESTOCK AND LITTLE LIPS The female dog a person with a deep breath in a sarong with frostbite dancing, waiting for words to cry, handcuffs guarding her baby care items; a memorial meeting for this kind of exercise and smoking, science, robotics, Betty Trees and Flying Bodies and Fumes Require |Pentecostal Christianity Isaiah's Prophet The Prophet of the Prophet The Prophet of the Prophet; A Modern Table Table. The central angel developed his half-hearted circle of friends from his older sister. Modern-day Latin-style machine-learning clothes that begin to look like roses start to listen to the engraved pieces of paper cut off in the eyes of someone with a broken heart. Empty song songs are killing the funerals of the public. *****'s coastline curtains Saddam's wall, Eva's suits, *****'s dark psychological shadows; real crazy arms of ***** puppets, Geezer waiter waiting for birth, beatings parents' touch some women women, **** women, women women's haircuts warm temperatures warming umbrella, umbrella, umbrellas of reality over women's mushrooms. Under the knees **** is holy before his skin; Interference, silence, censorship, and the rise of the words of the planets are all in the middle of a mess. The corporation has its new hands, plumbing, beacons, differentiated, she's still seated on different streets, alone and stunned, defended, written, drugs "looking down into the dark rooms partially." ||ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶችና ልጃገረዶች መበለት ሆኑ. የብልግና: ረጅም ጓደኞች, እውነተኛ አንድነት ለማግኘት ቅኔ ያላወቅኋቸው ግጥም ግጥም, አባቴ የእኔ የተፈጥሮ ግጥም, አንድ ሚስጥራዊ ምሥጢር በተፈጥሮ ዘንጊዎች ነበር; እንዲሁም በሩሲያ ውስጥ የሜክሲኮ ሴት የተጋለጡ. ዜና ላይ ማሻሻያዎች [ሕይወት እና ሚዲያ ለ Media Deep Plan ኤጀንሲ ኤጀንሲ ኤጀንሲ], ለስላሳ ሕብረ መሸፈኛዎች እና ለስላሳ ቲሹ ጥበቃ, ስትሮክ ተዋጊዎች, ቆዳን ፀጉር, እና አንዳንድ ልማድ እና ጭስ አሰባሰብ, ሳይንስ, ሮቦት ለ. የምሽት ወታደሮች, የበረራ ክፍሎች እና መለዋወጫዎች. ጳንጦስ Augustus, ማዕከሉ መልአክ ያለው ሞቃታማው ሰብሳቢዎች ቡድን ተመሳሳይ ቡድን ጋር, እውነተኛ እጅ እኩል ነበር. ዘመናዊ, ዘመናዊ ዘመናዊ የሰው ሠራሽ ፈውሶች ለሽያጭ ለውጦች. ዋና ዘፋኞች ለቋሚ ዘፋኞች. የሰዶምና ጥላ ወደ ኮርቻ ማማ, በ ኢቫና ዎቹ የሽንት, ወደ ጥቁር ድንክ ጥላዎች, እውነተኛ እጅ, ወደ የጠበቃ የህግ ባለሙያዎች, ወላጆች, አንዳንድ ሴቶች ሴቶች, ያላቸውን አዳሪዎች, የሴቶች የፀጉር: ከድሪውም: ጎለዶላ እና የሴቶች ልብስ ናቸው. ጭራው ጀርባ ላይ ነው. በመጥፋትን, ዝምታ, ሴንሰርሺፕ እና እቅዶች መካከል ጣልቃገብነት. ወደ ኮርፖሬሽኑ አቅርቦቶች አዲስ ንጥሎችን, መጠጣት ኮንቴይነሮች, ዕቃዎች, የተለያዩ ዕቃዎች, መድኃኒቶች እና መድሃኒቶች, መድሃኒቶች, "ተንከባካቢ የቧንቧ አቅርቦቶች በማድረግ." ||Johnny Pop
Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Women Black Women Black Women Black Women Black Women Black Women Women Women Women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, Women, women, women, women, and girls were widowed. *******: A Poem of Poetry For admiring poetry for long friends, true unity, My dad was naturally unaware of my natural poetry, a mysterious secret, and exposed to the Mexican woman in Russia. [Media Deep Plan Agency to Agency to Agency for Life and Media] Improvements to News, soft tissue coverings and soft tissue protection, stroke fighters, tanning hair, and for some practice and smoke collection, science, robots. Night soldiers, aviation components and accessories. The Archdiocese of Pontus Ausgustus, the center angel, was equal to the true hand, with the same group as the group of collectors. Modern, modern artificial healing for changing suits. Head Singers System for Head Singers. The ***** Shadows are the saddle tower, Ivana's diapers, the black dwarf shades, the real Black hand; the attorneys' lawyers, the parents, some women's women, their prostitutes, women's hairdressing, earrings, gondolas and women's clothing. The tail is on the back. Interference Between Interference, Silence, Censorship, and Plans. The corporation supplies new items, drinking containers, goods, various items, medications and medications, medicines, "Caregiver by Plumbing Supplies." || Johnny Pop || Black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black Women, women, women, women, and women were widows. *******: Poets of Poetry For longtime friends, to appreciate the true meaning of the story, Father knew about poetry, a mystery, and a Mexican woman in Russia. [Media Deep plan Agency for Life and Media Agency] The news, soft tissue coverings and soft tissue protection, Irish fighters, haircut and some of the practice and smoke collection, science, robot. Night Fighter, Flight and Parts. Pontus Augustus, with the team of the hot summoners with the same group, was equally authentic. Modern changes to modern, cosmetic cures. Top Singers for Standing Singers. ***** and Gondola are the sockets of Sorgoma, Ivana's arena, black shadows, true hands, lawyer lawyers, parents, some women women, prospective tenants, women's hairstylists, gowns and women's clothing. The tail is in the background. Interference between Silence, Silence, Career Plan, and Plans. Supply to the Corporation's Supplies New Items, Drink Containers, Appliances, Various Goods, Drugs and Drugs, Medications, "Caregivers by Plumbing Supplies." ||
Irma Cerrutti Mar 2010
Sloane swallows.
***** is ****!
I execrate extraterrestrial.

We are all kaput to conk out.

Pollyanna is singular hanky—panky.
Little green men are unpatriotic, perverted and naughty.
I verily don’t grease a *****
Oojakapivvycum.

If you are amphibious that means you are an effervescent ventriloquist capable of
Cannibalism, cannibalism and cannibalism.
The fluid inside the android is so gothic and naff
It is knock—kneed in the face of flashing *******.
I do not feel that I am on the shoulders of cobber doggies.
I am protoplastically lassoed abutting penetrating vampire and pervert
That penetrate ***** creature.
I have pricked little green men myself and taken pleasure in it.
It is only with the help of bad hair days of groupies that I have not been in Sing Sing.

We are all sadomasochistically decomposing in a heap of our own meconium.

I bore stiff to outstrip yours truly as much as I have room to swing a cat from Ku Klux ****,
But I am as complicit in the android’s ****** abuse as it were android ***.
Little green men ***** me as I ***** myself.
I ***** bug—eyed men’s ******* types as I have perpetually vomited Molotov cocktail.
I smell little green men’s filth televised on their ******* types.
I feel like I am inside a crust of cancers who delight in smelling others bonk upstairs,
Ad hominen id.  Ex post facto,
I am too much of a dastard to throw cold water on myself.
I coagulate gungily to my menstrual gibbering ******,
Castrating anti—Semite to flash me abutting crème de la crème.  
Strenuously, my ***** gluts under one’s nose because that is all there is.
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
Mike Essig Sep 2015
What do you suppose
would happen
if ****, Scotland
and Bald ****, Arkansaw
hooked up
in *******, Austria?
Perhaps they would
stop in *****, Canada
for toys and then
pound hard through
*******, Pennsylvania
and go down to
****** Lick, Kentucky
before coming together
in ******, Michigan.

Hopefully, they
would avoid
Conception, Missouri.

The geography
of the absurdly
possible makes
for titillating
journies of fancy.

Let's all meet up in
Eros, Louisiana.

See you there...


mce
:)
Matt Feb 2015
It would have been more fun
To be a woman
Having multiple *******
Playing with my ******* and *****

I would have had fun
Talking about *** with my girlfriends
I would have dated
A powerful and **** man

But I'm just a guy
A guy women ignore
And I'm content to be alone
At least there is golf
SMP Sep 2012
Hey
Remember that day,
That magical time,
When Ben ran into the ***** wall.
It was beautiful.
CommonStory May 2014
Sweet intoxication
Take me on a ride today
I'm not addicted to You
I'm influenced to move Efforts to understand and compromise
This is not one-sided
I know                          
You know
It's not self sustaining              
Alas in language we suffer verbal fractures
Cruelty has no color or age
To be evil is to live
If I had you upside Down
In the basement of my house
A bat aimed at your mouth
And a ***** on a drill aimed to penetrate and violate
Would you apologize
In this world you can die if you give a ****
Saying sorry is to simple
Predicaments placed by selfless actions
A definition of Nativity at it's finest
nick armbrister Sep 2023
**** Mucus

The alternative man liked an **** massage

Getting his sphincter muscle lovingly relaxed

This allowed his **** mucus to flow with love

Every time he took a dump in the royal throne room

Pushing a curly big **** with S turns in it out

Plopping into the bowl like a fish back in a pond

The masseur did the best **** massage

It was only money and it all got soothed

Green enjoying his ******* massage

Making sure he produced mucus to ****

That and regular sphincter muscle work outs

With a ******* ***** and American *******
adult topic over 18s only
Elihu Barachel Jan 2015
******* sure don’t like it, when I tell them where they’ll go
They will go to Hell, not a French chateau
-
Forever they will burn, in the Lake of Fire
They will fricassee and fry, their torment won’t expire
-
Especially “Christian” *******…lovey-dovey Queers
They will weep and wail, and cry lamenting tears
-
All the demons wait for them, they’ll jam a red-hot ***** up their ***
Ram it in and out, and they’ll do this with no class
-
Are you a “Christian” ******?…That’s like a ****** *****
You will greet the Horseman, you’ll greet The Horsemen Four
-
The rider on the White Horse, you will take his Mark
Every ****** will…does this seem too stark?
-
Too stark for ******* *******, on their way to Hell
Especially “Christian” *******, who worship their god Bel
-
Does my poem hit a nerve? I sure hope it does
Flag my pretty poem, flag it just because
-
Just because it's true, a lie I will not tell
All you "Christian" *******, are going to burn in Hell
Senor Negativo Apr 2018
"A little nonsense now and then
is relished by the wisest men"

Does anyone still play guilty pleasures?

OKAY!

1. Troll 2 lady.
Too. Fun in Balloonland Narrator lady.
3. "Any" drum majorette.

"Speak roughly to your little boy
and beat him when he sneezes
he only does this to annoy
because he knows it teases."

Fore! Nance Peterlini, shouting obscenities.

"Silk, do you know an atomic trigger from a Balgarian *****? Because I sure don't."

5. Slingshot and P.J. in a swampside threeway.(only halfway guilty...three-quarters?)

"A ****** talking baby alligator, that's purple, and has really big jaws?"

Sicks. Honor and Glory...after Honor gets a nose job.

"Harlem is the experience playground for all people interested in becoming detectives."

7. Wanda Duvalle...*******...in a shack.
Ate. Lynn, from The Dark Power.
Nine. Colonel Hogan's...Secretary(?)

"I want to stop dreaming about fire from heaven, and melting men. Lasers."

10. Ming the Mercilesses' Daughter.
Purity doesn't have a place on this site, so hears a touch of pestilence. If you have to ask, I suggest you learn how to use google, or, preferrably, duckduckgo
Oh, and I forgot the Norwegian Negan chick, with the neck tatoo...put her at 3 or four.
Fair Warning this does contain explicit language and ****** content if you are under the age of 18 please click exit, If you are offended by ****** prose please don't read this one either......LOL


Meet Me at the Holiday Inn  He said

she of course said yes without hesitation

Make sure to check in a room in the back He said

He did not want anyone disturbing their time
Nor for anyone to hear the noises that might sound disturbing to some

her body quivered as He explained why a room in the back

she would never defy Him, it was not in her nature to do so

every part of her just ached to please Him to make Him happy

When you get in the room leave it unlocked and undress I want you ready for me as soon as I arrive

her heart hammered hard, pale flesh went crimson, nerves were causing her to fidget and He hated fidgeting

I can't wait to see you naked waiting for me

Your pale bountiful flesh bare of clothing waiting for my eyes to roam from top to bottom and back up again

How does that make you feel girl?  He asked

Very uneasy but excited to, afraid, desired, wanting  she said

His laughter was unmistakable He knew the effect He had on her and He reveled in it, He got tremendously hard just thinking about the power He exhorted over her

Oh god, how am I to undress and wait for Him to enter the room, what if He waits an hour before coming in, I will die from embarassment and desire all mixed together

You are my good girl aren't You ****?  He asked quietly

Yes I am  she responded

The conversation ended and she began to dress with care unsure why as she was just going to remove it anyway

Having showered, pulling the razor blade over the flesh between silky thighs, making sure no hair or stubble was present

See she knew He just might have a piece of duct tape that He would place between the cheeks of her *** and pull just to see if she shaved everywhere He desired

Her hands moved steadily along the crack, her juices were already flowing from the heat of the shower, thoughts of Him at the hotel, His voice a few moments ago

The pleasure nub at the Y section of her petals was throbbing dying to be touched, yet she knew better, to touch without His permission could land her in big trouble, shuddering at the thought

Fingers slid between the succulent petals making sure they were smooth, washing with the sweet aromatic soap moving up her body over the large globes of ivory with the pale areolas, ******* hard already

She was going to lose it before ever getting to her destination

The phone rang and she nearly jumped out of her skin

You finish Your shower girl?

Yes I did

Did you get excited and remember I always know when you lie?

Yes I got excited but I stopped myself from relieving the ache

Very good girl, You have come a long way I am very  pleased

Are you still naked from the shower?

Yes just drying off

Get the 8 inch toy I bought you and lay on the bed

Her heart beat so hard she thought it would burst from her chest
Doing as ordered, grabbing the 8 inch vibrating ***** that filled her so tightly that it almost hurt

Lay down on the bed my girl

Securing the door, svelte flesh lay upon the soft bedding, hard tipped globes ached, as well as the nub between the shaved rose petals, even her *** throbbed

Where should we play today my little *****?

Anywhere, it matters not, just pleasee take this ache away  

He chuckled knowing she was dripping wet by now, she was His little waterfall, always wet just at the thought of Him or the sound

Pinch your ****** hard and make sure I hear you

Awwwww yesssss!!!

He began to give her quick instructions moving things rather quicker than usual

Harder girl, slide your other hand around that hard ****, begin rubbing it fast

Moaning loudly as her fingers fluttered over the pleasure nub like a butterfly kissing a flower, other fingers pinching and pulling upon the hard ******

Hurry girl I thought you said you were dying of need

Ohhhhh I am I am pleaseeee don't stop

He chuckled at that she was going to be a delight this night, He just might not let her get dressed for a few days and let her sleep with Him buried deep inside her

Release the ****** and get the toy, spread those thighs wider, I want you to take the toy deep inside your tight wet tunnel all at once and all the way

His **** was hard and He began to stroke it in earnest as her sounds were maddening to Him, man her voice was like a **** siren, He already had the first drop of moisture revealing itself from the tip

Ohhhhhh YESSSSSSSSSSS, ahhhhhh, pleaseeeeee, moreeeee oh pleassseeee

You know what to do **** yourself hard without mercy but don't your release unless I say so

She was already close before He said to use the toy harder and faster, biting her lower lip hard to keep herself from exploding, ramming the silicone **** deep into her silky wet folds, she could feel the dripping honey between her *** cheeks knowing that area would no longer be virginal after tonight, shivering as the pressure began to build

He continued to move His large hand up and down, hell yes this **** drove Him wild how He got so lucky to find her He had no idea but she was His and He intended to make sure she knew it in every way tonight

Her well was so tight around the toy, but it slid in deep an easy due to her soaking wet desire

Moaning louder, she began to beg, and plead, oh pleasee let me release, I can't hold it much longer, pleaseeee I am begging you

Nope not yet He chuckled

Ohhhhhhhhh nooooo pleaseee, whimpering and whining as the pressure increased driving her mad with desire

His hand moved up and down as images of her tight *** wrapped around His thick length filled his brain, ahh oh yeah mmmm He could hear the ***** going in and out from the wetness surrounding it which further incited His imagination.   Mmmmm yes that tight ***** and then He was claiming that cherry ***

she was sweating holding back, oh pleassse she thought as her mouth let screams of pleasure, whining, and whimpers escape, hips lifting off the bed meeting the toy ****** after ******  

He felt his **** hardening to where He could have hammered a nail into a board, and suddenly He could feel it ready to explode

Now ****!!! and don't you hold back on me

Ohhh yes!!!!

Her body bucked and muscles clamped down as fluids exploded forth from her well soaking the bed, her thighs, and draining down the crack of her ***, her screams nearly deafened Him but He did not care

Ahhh yes baby here it **** just for you oh **** oh **** **** girl

His hand tightened around His shaft a little harder as suddenly the stream of thick white cream spewed across the table where He was sitting, shooting thick goo over and over as He let loose.  Oh He so could not wait to get a hold of her

Very good girl now clean up and get your *** to the hotel and don't forget the paddle as you have a punishment yet before any enjoyment

Oh, she had hoped You forgot all about that

Oh no I remember and unless you want more added I suggest you not forget anything I have instructed of you

Unbeknownst to her after He hung up His girlfriend walked in having seen His performance and the evidence marking the kitchen table as His shaft was still hanging out of His jeans

I am going out for the weekend be back on Monday

His girlfriend nodded her head and didn't dare say a word even when He said
Oh and clean up that table no hands, rags, just your mouth
*

He chuckled as He heard the sharp intake of breath, oh how He loved His women, so compliant, obedient and they never questioned His demands.  He headed out the door with His duffle bag full of things to titillate the brain and body
Written by Jennifer Humphrey  all rights reserved
jeffrey robin Nov 2013
Mountain dominion

••.


••

She struts her suicidal  world with well practiced authority

She is the Queen of Cut
In the insane cult

Of the morbidly infantile
Cheap release

•••

She has a home

\\

The mountains are Too Free

///

And bid her also  follow

To where the sky and the waters meet

And she won't go there!

There's something there that she must know

She who claims to know

Everything !

••

••

Images of sages

Of mystical children

Mythical beasts

••

She fondles her tarot blade

Her ***** she calls

MY BOYFRIEND'!

He hurt her so!

(That is ---- the battery went dead!)

••

Mountain dominion


Tomorrow


Real

••

Only truth

SHE LIVES  IN HER MIRROR BROKEN AND SMALL

she don't want no truth at all!

••

MOUTAIN DOMINION

(Calls)

I ll meet you by the waterfall
Brycical Dec 2012
to define love.
You'll be baffled
bewildered & broken by the end.

The cynical ones
will laugh,
say it's dead,
overused and cliche.
Why try write what Whitman, Dickinson, Frost & Shakespeare
have already covered?

The romantic ones
will wax on for hours
describing inner & outer beauty
compared to anything that strikes their eye.
Why can't you see it's everywhere?

The hip ones
will scare you,
take a ****
& describe some detailed carnal fantasy
involving tapioca & a talking *****
named Pony.

Ask a lawyer,
they could tell you the legal definition.

Ask your parents,
they will tell you something trite about seeing it through.

Ask little kids
for an adorably wise response.

Ask a dog
as it's ******* your leg.

Ask a scientist,
they will describe the chemical reactions in the brain.

Ask a prisoner,
they will tell you it's something they miss.

But never ask a poet
to define love.
Your brain will hurt,
half your day gone
& you'll be left heart broken
by the end.
Brandon Jul 2013
Martha woke up early and began combing the rats out of her hair with her thick bristled brush that also doubled as her first ***** the summer before she had turned eighteen and could legally go to an adult store and have her pick of *** toys. Martha often thought of that first experience when her hands gripped the handle tightly and she would often smile fondly and sinfully at the memory. She brought the brush to her hair and counted each brushstroke from roots to split ends until she reached 100 on the left side of her head and repeated the process on the right side of her head until her unruly auburn hair found some semblance of order.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Martha was not conceited nor too pretty but felt that she was a healthy mix of feminine wilds and tomboyish charms. She considered herself the girl next door even tho her nearest neighbor was twenty miles up the well traversed road and on the opposite side. Martha slid off her nightgown and pulled on her favorite pair of white cotton ******* before putting on a red bra. Martha did not care that they did not match nor would others’ opinions bother her if they somehow saw her in her unmentionables. She slid into a pair of ragged jeans that had tears in them from working in the family garden and a black tshirt that was loose but not loose enough to hide her curves.

She gave herself one more quick pleased look in the mirror and paused her eyes on her brush once more and walked out of her bedroom down the stairs and into the kitchen where the coffeemaker was making her a fresh *** having been programmed to do so the night before. Martha drank her coffee black and could not understand why anyone would mask the taste with milk and sweetener.

She poured herself a cup and went into the living room where her father was already awake sitting in his reclining chair reading the newspaper. Martha sat down on the couch and inquired about her favorite baseball team but her dad said he had yet to get to the sports and did not know the outcome. She asked to be told when he found out and he said he would let her know.

Martha finished her coffee in silence while her father read. She stood up, went back into the kitchen, rinsed her mug out in the sink, and yelled to her dad that she was going out and would be back in a little bit. She saw the top of his head over the chair nod okay and she walked out the kitchen’s screen door into the backyard where she kept her car parked.

Martha unlocked the car and opened the trunk, pulled out a container of gasoline and walked back to the perimeter of the house and began to slosh the fuel along the foundation and the siding. She put down the emptied container and went back to her car and slid into the drivers seat, put the key into the ignition and cranked it until it started.

She fumbled with the dial on the radio until she found a station she could tolerate and took a cigarette out of the glovebox and lit it, inhaling its fumes before tossing it half smoked towards the house.

As Martha watched the flames begin to grow from embers into an inferno, she put the car in reverse and left the driveway before moving the gearshift to drive and taking off down the road, sending a pile of dust into the air as her tires grabbed for traction on the dirt road and she sped out of sight of her house without looking back.
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Brian O'blivion Aug 2013
WARNING: THIS IS EXCEEDINGLY EXPLICIT...

(when for a pinpoint (the exact moment) i am nurses sift home again EKG's

it all went wrong
CT scans on the timeline
i will repeat this then i am whole again
i will defeat this hole again)


when I first
there was had in my stockings caught it something about the small red, i did not believe it. them like cardboard, and ******* now i, caught saw it, my ****** high heels, i did not believe it. them kunts like cardboard as a child i loved

and the great swan **** with a straight razor, hot water, shaving cream

dragging these white are in four directions ******* my ***   hows my ***** sheets me with a ***** and licking she said
for another my thick dark ***** juice colors my arms have too many carry the face of  emptinesses  i  **** me *** tongue on shooting that i did not look

regarding my ***  me blow jobs  with **** *** in attention. cannot help what wet ***** happens in me pink ****** fingers will happen without  smiling attention. I  ripped dripping my bra off ******* off i do not think so. i do not think so. the moon's concern is with my ***** ******* hard. **** me **** me with the particles of destruction

i **** up.  am i my **** a pulse hard and swallowing

lick my ***** loved its perfections **** is my dead self    one that **** could is not flat only be perfect  such flatness cannot make a heaven  i am not ugly.  i am even beautiful.
Julius Dec 2013
For all the people who tell me I can't be a feminist

My feminism ruins my chat up lines
So much so that you couldn't call them that
I feel pathetic, ironic
Less of a man
Because I haven't touched a girl without her permission
Girls spill their drinks on me in clubs (with no apology), boys don't
Boys ask permission before they touch my entertaining hair
I love women, they're better to be around
I'm not gay, bi maybe but don't stick labels on me
Actually girls do that to me all the time
Literally, they rub their wet hands on my clothes
And stick stickers on me like I'm an object
But no a man is not objectified
Male equals misogynist
Equals creep
I can't criticise a woman's actions, thats sexist
They're in the struggle
This makes me wish I was a girl
I want informal privileges
I'm a ****** is that clear by now?
I don't know if I can **** a girl with my *****
With all of HIStory behind me

I suffer under patriarchy, but not like you do
I understand even non feminist girls,
Or bad feminists,
Still products of this gut wrenching, repulsive system
I'm crying now, an emotional wreck
My mates, some female, will tell me not to act like a girl
But that joke isn't funny anymore
It's too close to home and it's too near the bone
(or *****)
Literally the **** in my trousers is a curse I can't control
An animalistic cage that traps me within expectations
As I write outside a club, three people grab my hair
One male, so I'll take back the generalisation that they ask first. He didn't.
Girls look cold out here
They've come out like this for me
And I shouldn't feel guilty but I do
In the club I'm genuinely objectified
Girls get slurs, sexually abusive labels, they're human there
I'm literally shoved aside like a door by girls eager to look hot at the bar
The only feminist in a room full of chicks

I tolerate this because I love women
Is that sexist?
Is that gay?
If so that's very disappointing
But I've masturbated to **** involving girls
Is that sexist?
Female friendly ****
****** **** - Is that sexist?
I'm academic, I 'get' the gender binaries
Transcend sexuality labels - Is that arrogance?
Why don't these ******* love me?
Note the ironic slur
(Males can be ******* too)
So maybe I'm just the *****
But...I'm sorry
This is poetry, or prose dressed up like it
Emotional inadequacy dressed up like it
I've seen like minded men dispense with the term 'feminism' in pursuit of popularity
That tears me apart because women do the same
I'm not gay
I'm not gay
Stop with the labels
**** me with a strap-on if you have to
Get us back
But I'm not submissive, just overly dedicated
It'll hurt because my **** is virginal
Pure
Sure, I'm a feminist
But stop with the labels
This has become obscene
Put me on page 3 and call me a hero

I'm being sexist here
By noticing gender
Real feminists, please improve me
Fake feminists, how dare you use my views against me?
If I wasn't ugly I wouldn't be a feminist
(Product of my environment and all that)
Like you but with a rather different inferiority complex
As I said, please love me?
Or at least, let me be your friend because the average boy repulses me
Maybe we have at least that in common?
These men cause me to
Try to emasculate me
Women too even but it's understandably rarer
Though on the rise in our modern age
As feminism "succeeds"
But this is my pathetic emotional venting
My male sense of self importance
Or am I too harsh on myself?
Ok so I'll self aggrandise
I transcend your petty, completely logical movement
Look at yourself in the mirror
Metaphorically
(I'm fat too, and some girls make me feel the pain of it)
Yeah I'm a feminist ally
But I'll school half of you

"You've" made me leave the club now
I can't look at these amazing women the same way they want me to anymore
But by 'you've' I mean 'I'VE'
The emphasis is on me to remain rational,
Calculating (my chances with who in the club),
Hardy,
The breadwinner
The one with the jeans
Look, I'd wear a dress if it wasn't for the connotations
Ramifications
I'm ahead of my time, let's agree on what we can
I'm on your side can't you see?
I'm big, I could hurt you and I hate myself
For representing what could be
What is
What my brothers do behind my back
(Because my sickly chivalry would have me try my hardest to pummel these ******* into the ground to protect the damsel in distress)
But I'm not a violent person
As I text, I cant go back into the club but to say goodbye
to my female friend who I came out with alone despite the ****** undercurrent
I half notice two men try to charm this girl
I hear echoes of 'This Charming Man'
(Later I will go and stand on my own, leave on my own, go home, cry and want to die)
These ******* 'gentle' men

But here I'm being arrogant
Self indulgent
Assertive
Typically 'male'
I see a fight break out
The women aren't allowed to be involved
Their voices are drowned out though they push themselves between combatants
Men, we are responsible for wars
**** all of you (*some)
I'd trade social and political male privilege for free 'freedom from guilt'
I'd trade my **** away so I'm not called one callously
(You could even use it as a ***** if you wanted, but its not as big as the shop-bought alternative)
And the funniest thing is, I think my words are important
Think I can say all this and be a controversial,
Exciting
Challenging figure
Asserting my intellectual dominance
Now that's ironic
Ironic to the core that eats at me
That makes me feel like your plaything
Because these ironic jokes like me calling you ******* are too close to home, too near the bone
The bone I gave away, possibly to you (but it hardly matters)
I'm too 'above it all' to be loved or to love faithfully (like Morrissey?)
But all I ask is for your love

That's all I ask
For me to **** on the **** of your respect and trust
Like I did my mother, using her for milk
For sustenance
So my kind survives
And now I go back to the wild,
To the looks that barely notice me as they smash or glance off me
That label me a pig
Or a creep
Or a ****, a *******
Or a gay,
Or a man
Or a feminist

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So next thing I know I'm with a load of girls again
(Rugby playing girls my mate knows)
I'm the only 'lad' (Irony really hurts)
I'm told my presence makes them claustrophobic
I give them five minutes
(Because my male voice counts for nothing when deciding on a club)
I tell them I'm a feminist
The more honest way out than pretending I'm gay
Its OK now
Thanks, labels.
I swallowed and dealt with the rejection because I'd just had this emotional vent
Thanks vent
And thanks girls for trying to make me feel small and unwelcome at your table
Because it makes me better
Makes me stronger (like men desire to be)
Only I was a step, a poem, a vent ahead this time
So I wasn't crushed or pierced under your high heel
High horse
You weren't willing to flip the tradition on its head and buy my entry to the club
When I couldn't pay
But it's OK.
At least you were real with me
And I'll be there in spirit
In my dreams
Checking you out while you buy drinks
Then wake up and hate myself again

Tears were in my eyes when the girl said that to me
But I, like a true misogynist,
Fought them back and remained a gentleman
Polite and robotically rational
Pliable
But really, how painfully ironic are these semantics?
To 'fight' emotion
To 'fight' honesty?

Like men do, because we're all the same

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