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Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
By now it has often been said that so-called "*******"
or chronic rampant ****** activity in females [sometimes real
& mostly imagined] is a male Chauvinist fiction created by
men to control women's natural vibrant sexuality; w/ the
creation of the Pill & legal, safe abortions women were able to
somewhat unleash that Id through most of the 20th C.; Due to
the litigious, soul-crushing, career & legacy destroying nature
of ****** harassment, both male & female Id are kept under
lock & key in a culture where boys get guns & girls get ***** ::
Israel Baker Mar 2016
******* is what I live for, necrophilia is what I die for.
I thought it was kinda funny. But also sad. So sad.
tiniestseed Aug 2015
let me forget that you ever said you loved me as you bite my chest and tell me i'm a good girl please spit on me and call me a **** so i can forget about our naked bodies becoming a tangled sweaty mess in our sleep please **** me till i claw at your back and you scream about how much you hurt
????????????????
W Winchester Aug 2016
The first one this week is named Carlos,
he's tall and handsome and twice my age
He's got tan skin with all the hair burned off
his arms from sunlight sand and surf
He likes to call me "*******"

The second one this week is named Charlie,
he's married and chubby and masochistic
He's got a sunglass tan and three different cars
He likes to call me "baby"

The third one this week is named Ryan,
I think
He's tall I'm tall we were in his car our heads bumped
several times
He video taped the entire thing from three different angles
He likes to call me "***** *****"
I might be pregnant. But I'm not gonna worry about that just yet
kiryuen Nov 2015
grey night tugs at a sliver of light
nightly I decay and my innards cry
faithful eyelids shut and screen
Deflowerment — sold out, night and day
I am star of the show, I am prima donna
lifeless first lady of the stage
I am a tired flower, one that has bloomed too many times
passionless, devoid
almost anti-climatic
like sad fistfuls of grass or something milked dry
I crawl toward The Little Death
yearning only to be ensconced wholly in a white Void
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2017
Let’s say a robot wrote a love poem
2 a computer, what would it read/sound like---
My love 4 u is like a transistor---
No, my sister is symbiotic w/ u-o, no
Yoko ono has nothing on u---o-o-o, no,
Let’s start again & say what would appear on the page
if a robot wrote a love poem to a computer---
Would it be high-tech,
Grammerless w/ obscure syntax---
The human element erased, but what then of love---
I dream of u---autistic ally synestheasiastically desiring ur *******,
but wait, there’s more!
Let’s say a robot wrote a love poem
2 a computer, what would it read/sound like---
My love 4 u is like a transistor---
No, my sister is in symbiotic love w/ u-also, o, no---
My love 4 u is like my love 4 my sister Ilsa
& every 8th can-can dancer dancing circles
around the candles in the candelabra,
Dracula---I wanna be ur snake---
I dream of u in the can
Teenage boys do not sniff *******
That’s strictly a mid-thirties male thing---
if a robot wrote a love poem to a computer---
It would look the way I look @ u in my dreams---

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