Eternity - like the curves of the springs in the mattress
Working together being compressed only to expand
Your breath quickens
I pound relentlessly
With only one goal, writhing ****** in thought, body, soul.

As the orchestra of sound
comes together
mattress - eee errr, eee errr, eee errr
Headboard to wall,
Wet smacking of my pelvis
to your swollen lips
Grunting, moaning, all increasing in tempo and crescendo
Oh God Yes!

being a world and not being in one is a hard scale to balance,
because balance is a ghost sniffing butterflies
that have once flown but are now pinned under glass windows,
still in the act of trying to fly, maybe through time, but probably not,
for the flowers still need pollinated, but this is their charge, to be in hell pinned
to a board while the ******* flowers need pollinating errr….

Who will pollinate these flowers? asked the lady.
Me, said the ghost

But only in a way that the past makes of me, said the ghost

You’re a gas, said the lady.

Ladies of the Net… A warning to male adolescents everywhere…

“Hi Honey….I just got matched with your profile”… At least that’s what I think it said.
Brilliant I thought because I’m available and life round here is, well…it’s dead
“I’m looking for an experienced guy who’s good in bed…  been round the block, but not the clock…
One with plenty of experience and a huge…err…appetite…
for hooking up instead of these inexperienced boys…
They’re all excitable, probably all over too quick…
need someone with poise reserve and a twelve inch errr… Libido?… ego?
Click my pics kiddo and let’s get it on… you Stud!… Well I would!

*******! I’m overwhelmed but let’s not peak too soon…
There’s loads of stuff coming in as Spam that would probably make us all swoon.
So check it out…without fail, “eeeh!”  They’re all there - these ladies of the net - they crop up daily -
Sheila Blige… Tanya Hide… Mandy May,  Bette Sheedus, Lovinia ****…
I’m not sure if these are their real names... But - Phew -
with things like this going on round here we could all get *******!

She says she’s just round the corner, you know like Sompting, Steyning, LA (that must be Littlehampton)… Southwick…Little Haven Halt, Portslade.
We could meet in a lay-by and we’ll get laid… just an innocent little escapade.
It won’t be my fault if you miss this chance…
Just try it - I’ll handcuff you to the bed and lap dance.
Click on my pix, big boy, they all beckon.
Take a closer look at these sonny boy - now what do you reckon?

Well, you’d have to say they do look very alluring in the taster…
so why not just click...
to the next page… see the site… don’t waste-ya time…CLICK!
*******! The screen’s gone blank…
now I won’t even be able to have a __
Knock, Knock, Knock!

"Kevin!!!?"..."Mum?" "Is that you?" "Yes Mum!… Everything’s OK!… I’m just turning out the light… G’night!"

i bother
to know
about you
and
you bother
to know
about her.....
      -cute crazy-

It's a little less Four Weddings and A Funeral, a little more four funerals and a wedding - or is it?

Emmerdale bosses are staying tight-lipped about Pete and Debbie's big day but we know one thing for sure: It ends in death and disaster.

And, looking back at the eerie promo video released earlier this month, we can't help but wonder if the carnival that rolls into town on Monday August 3rd has anything to do with it?

The long awaited explosive Barton-****** wedding will finally hit TV screens next week, playing out on ITV from August 3rd to 7th.

It's been one of those will-they-won't-they affairs, with Debbie's decision to marry Pete remaining up in the air until she discovered lover Ross was actually baby Moses' father. Who wouldn't want to run off with their mother's mysterious lover, aka the father of the baby half-brother she'd been left holding?

We know a furious Debbie promptly ditches Ross and decides marrying Pete isn't such a bad idea after all but the Barton boy won't go down without a fight.

In fact, a fight is precisely what he's after when he shows up to the Woolpack for his brother's stag do at the start of Emmerdale's big disaster week.

Not content with ruining the evening with some rather shocking revelations, he threatens his former lover and promises to take her down with him.

Enter Cain, who can always be depended upon to take his daughter's requests to "get rid of" someone quite seriously. Why hasn't he set himself up as the village's resident hit-man at this stage?

OK, so the hits aren't quite up to the lethal Cameron standard, but he knows how to land a serious enough blow to take care of his family's 'little problems'.

Ross Barton is no exception and Cain disposes of him in delightful ****** 'back-o-the van' fashion, but will it buy Debbie enough time to make an honest man of Pete?

Daddy's flying fists seem to save the day as his daughter makes it up the aisle to tie the knot with the errr, second man of her dreams.

But there's no preparing Pete, his quite literally blushing bride, and the rest of the village for what's to come next.

Especially when Sarah innocently scoops the letter that's fallen out of Cain's pocket up and pops it on the pile of well wishes for her mum and new step-dad to read at the reception...

Will Ross ruin Debbie and Pete's perfect day? Could that mysteriously misplaced letter to Pete make a comeback?

Or will forces far greater – beyond anyone's control – bring a whole new meaning to "till death do us part?"

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There was an orb up the nimbus sky
Jelly, translucent
Absorbing everything that bumps
As it becomes bigger and bigger
Consuming the world...
Afloat in galaxy,
Consuming the stars...
Wallowing planets, comets
Errr... Jupiter's rings!
Black-holes!
Sun, not the moo-                      n
Devouring the whole milky waay--
The  U  N  I  V  E  R  S  E !
Enormous. Colossal. ORB. Emerged!
Oh! Us, Witnessing the outside of galaxies
Only pure light, OBLIVION.
As the orb, like bubbles BURST!             tck.
Reaching TERMINUS.

And that's how everything'll.
**END.

I sit in the dark lane,
a lane of thoughts,
that is called.

Peeping with noise,
i tell them to stay....
stay because i want to unfold myself.

The Self?
Errr..
What is my self?
That self which spills with confused thoughts?
Blinkered,
Blinded.
Or
The silent one,
which smiles deep inside?

I begin to walk,
an awakened walk...
in harmony with both the selves.
want to walk till the  shores of...
the supreme,
that supreme which is the infinite,
and that infinite is in little me!

He is the unreachable,
still i sometimes manage to reach.
But soon he evades,
impregnates me with those two.

And i sit again .
all exasperated in my lane,
a lane of thoughts that is called...

I had a vision of black and white

                              Nostalgic Nightmares in Haunted Hallways

                  Seven doors burned and bottles of un opened happiness left swimming to shore

                                                          ­                                                                 ­               they left me

                                staaag....gg..errr. . .ing alone

                                                          ­                          d

                                    ­                                                  o

            ­                                                                 ­          w

                                                              ­                           n

                                                              ­                             the corridor

Naked streets in the indians dream,

     Blowing trees are all I see...                          running WILD!

        The west was ONE and won by ONE



               All over again they will come around



     When I remember them

                      I'll come around....

                                                     ­                                              : Just like they told me to. Do what they told you.



                                        Breathe no more in this soggy air,

                                                           ­                                               the smoke in the air....

                          Staining the floral patterns on the wall,

                                         I can't get out of this hall                                                        .from­ hell.

                                                          ­                                    the morals intention

                                                      ­   on a blue sunday in October

                                      The crippling last words are always remembered

                  Sometime in December,

                                                      ­                           I'll dance again

with you,                                                             ­                                                                 ­ my love









                            It's all I can do...                                                            ­                           my love

                            I'll see you there







                                                               ­            Like a dove

Like last night.

And we past each other in wal-mart
well more he bumped into me when I rounded the corner.
I was with my mother
He was his mother.
that instant I saw him , hell I was heels over head, shoot me I'm dead
Him, me, bed, but to my mom he was just a friend.

"Um, Hey mark"
Hey mark? Is his ***** tangled into knots or was there something I forgot?
Oh yeah.....the closet.
"errr Derek how your project?"
"good"
"good"

but in those 10 seconds
i felt them hands
his mountain hands hike through my hair
I felt those thirsty lips lap up every nail from the closet door.
I heard him say I love you

But that was a week ago
Now it's a week later
the present

to his mother
to My mother
we are just friends

that deep forgotten thing out back
musty and forbidden to go near
with that wood rotten smell lid
that is what that smell is
I am sure
not some body thrown down
eleven years ago
when that woman,
the nasty  neighbor my Uncle,
who had a hunchback and was , they tell me, severely
psychotic, hated because she chased his cats out of her yard,disappeared
to never be seen again,
or could it , nah! He was harmless lived with a hundred cats -
cared for them like his children.
He hunched around , never could have
chased her for he limped like Chester and she could run like the wind.
I saw her once , run so fast a Siamese cat had to dodge left and right to get away from her.
Come to think of it,
I think she liked Chester-errr my Uncle.
She wrote many a letter to him, left them posted on the door.
In fact, he kept every one of them
on his wall in his bedroom.
Right in the middle of the pictures of all 100
of his cats.

Okay... LISTEN Baby...
  
" Ya REALLY DON'T Get Me !!! "
  
SAVE That Speech Until You've Had...  
My **** Between Your Lips and Teeth... !!!!!
And Have Been... GREEDY...
And Swallowed My SEEDS... !!!!!
  
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...
But You're Playing The FOOL... !!!
  
Being............ " Elusive "...................
And Making Excuses...
When It Comes To IMPROVING...
  
How Much Ya KNOW ME...
And I Get To KNOW YOU...
  
You Girls And Women...
NEED To Get To **** LICKING... !!!!!
  
Cos' it's CLEAR That Your Thinking's...  
MORE Suited To... " TRICKIN' "... !!!
  
Trickin'... YOURSELVES...
Into THINKING You're Well...
  
When MOST of You Dwell...
In A... THOUGHTLESS Hell... !?!
  
A HELL You Seem HAPPY...
To ***** Like... NAPPIES...
FILLED UP With FAECES... !!!!!!!!
  
But You Get ME NOW... PLEASE... !!?!!
Because... My Poetry...
Makes You THINK I'm ANGRY... ?!?
  
NOT As ANGRY As YOU... !!!
BELIEVE... Cos' It's TRUE... !!!!
  
DON'T Confuse Your Head...
I'm PASSIONATE... YES...
When I Choose To EXPRESS... !!!!!
  
While YOU ARE Divorced...
But Yet Are STILL DRAWN...
To These Men Who WALK...
  
AWAY From............................ YOU... !!!!!
  
I'm A Little Confused... ?!?
But DO See... WHY...
These Guys Say GOODBYE...
Once They've Parted Your Thighs... !!!
  
Because it's CLEAR...
After A..................................  While......
That You're... OUT OF YOUR MINDS... !!!!
  
PERVERTED Ideals About What is REAL... ?!?
A World WITHOUT... Love...
But FILLED UP With PAIN... !!!
  
It REALLY Is... TRUE...
MOST Gyal' ARE INSANE... !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Walking Round ALL Confused... ?
SPREADING OUT For WRONG Dudes... !?!
  
But When They MOVE Along...
YOU CLAIM That You Were WRONGED... !!!!!!
  
Then It's HITS From The ****...
And... NO MORE ****... !!!
EVEN IF The **** Is STRONG... ?!?
And Makes Ya ***** HOT... !?!
  
IN TRUTH That's Been My Lot...
Liking BROKEN WOMEN... ?!?
From End Right To BEGINNING... !?!
  
I've Heard Divorced Men Say...
  
"**** These ******* Anyway !"
  
They Look Good For A DAY...
But Have Got... NO BRAIN... !!!
  
They LOVE To Get LAID... !!!!!!!!!
But Are QUICK To........ " shy away ".....
From Talk That's STRAIGHT... !!!
  
Bwoy' Do Women LOVE Games...
And To Make..... DUMB CLAIMS..... !?!
  
Like...
  
... " I TOTALLY Get You Now ! "...
  
"Errr, actually babe, no you don't !
That's a stupid quote !
You'll really get me, with my **** in ya throat !"
  
"Wait a minute now whoa !"
  
And There Ya Go... !!!
That's ALL I Wrote... !!!
  
So These Last Words...
Are The LAST I've Got... !!!
  
If... When I Approach...
You CHOOSE To Stay Closed...
  
BEFORE You Believe...
You Can Speak On My Lot...  
And... HOW I Be...
And That You Get Me !...
  
REMEMBER THESE Words Girls...
  
..... " You Do What ?!? " …..