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briano alliano at saturn club rings


hi dudes and welcome to my show, the first song is born to PARTY

you see i was born to PARTY, on a sarturday night

i don’t care what the oldies say, i will just party anyway

you see i have a reason, everything is going well



so i will just party hardy, yeah i feel so cool

i want to be like the young dudes of this land

and get into the party spirit every way i can

i don’t really need a reason, no, i am cool anyway

you see i was born to party, so i will do it anyway

i will sink into the ground man, wearing high heel shoes

i will go to my mates house, with dreams of moving in

he was a bit mental, as he couldn’t understand

that i was born to party, and that is what i do

you see we will grab a methane and squirt it everywhere

and then grab a beer or two, yeah that is quite yobboish

you see we get drunk which means we are high on life

every day of the yeah, so we were born to party

like the young dudes do, ya see don’t spike my drink, man

i am too cool for you, you see i have a point in life, to never

unattend my drink, you see i know the tablet will make you drowsy

so he could kidnap you, bu i am too cool for that

you see i was born to party, and that is what i do

i was born to party, fun for me and you

hi dudes and now here is rock the party

you see i feel like i am having fun rock the party rock the party

i wanna party while the night is young, rock the party rock the party

i cheer for the ACT brumbies, well, they lost well, they lost

you see the bar is a open a open a open, and the party is turning on all the party going dudes

and the beer is selling quickly along with the gassy methane, man

ready to tip the methane on us, man, we will party

you see i saw a house which was great, and my mate wanted me to move in

so i thought about it, it’ll be fun to party, fun to party fun to party on

moving on up and moving on down and marilyin monroe put on a broadway show on neptune so cool

then sam kinison sang wild thing, and i liked his add lib, you know my heart is longing for you dude

making you wanna scream, rock the party rock the party

then i ate some cheese and bacon *****, and gusted them down with coke

the party started to form in my mouth and making me feel so cool

before i went to sleep i listened to kiss, bon jovi and a broadway show, called spiderman

and i ate mars bars and drink juice, yeah that sounds so radical

saturday night is the night to rock the party rock the party

and i opened a keg of methane and tipped it all over adam walsh and brett

to improve the quality of the olsen twins, to make them PARTY again

so really we are getting into a great rock the party rock the party

and we’ll party all saturday night long

hi dudes and now here is another tune called my life is a stinker

you see last night i was wondering why i haven’t performed on stage

could it be that i was too **** shy, or was it i was just not ready

i really want it all so ****** much, to show the world how to party party

but this is how i just relax, and let my life pass me by

you see my life is a stinker, every day and night

i want to party, but it’s a secret just between you and me

you see i spend my money on fun and games, mainly done with alcohol

i buy my girl some raggedy old fashioned sort or doll

she yelled at me from 10 to 10, it was hard for me to cope

and the only way to get past this, is switch on the TV to hear the pope

my life is a stinker, every day and night, i wish you would leave me alone, please mate yeah alright

ooooooh cosmos

my way of entertainment is the poetry slam, and bad slam no biscuit yeah

i entertain everyone oh yeah, i shake their ****** boogie, yes my dear

then my name is called and i enter the stage and slam

my poetry like it’s a good thing, dude, every day and night

my life is a stinker, every day and night

you see we will party hardy every night, no i say no to fights

cause my life is a stinker, take me away from the psych ward

that isn’t the place for me, i am too nice for that place

hi dudes, and here is another song called fly burgers

fly burgers are good enough to eat

fly burgers are such a tasty treat

just catch a blowie between two buttered buns

add some lettuce and tomato and have so much fun

now at the footy, the flies are cooking on the plate

they are saying, momma, you are stopping up too late

just catch a well cooked blowie, and throw him in the bowl

where you have the burger mix, yeah that is so cold

fly burgers, are good enough to eat

fly burgers, are such a tasty treat

just catch a blowie between two buttered buns

add some lettuce and tomato

and have so much fun

in a restaurant a fly comes in and parks on the griller

you feel like honking like dharma’s old yeller

but instead you get two buttered buns and lettuce and tomato

get the fly and serve him up, tasty as gelato

fly burgers are good enough to eat

fly burgers are such a tasty treat

just catch a blowie between two buttered buns

add some lettuce and tomato’'

and have so much fun

in the summer friends drop round to enjoy the atmosphere

some bring coke some bring wine

and most of them brought beer

the bbq man noticed a fly upon his back

he gets the fly and serves him up, OH HERE JACK

fly burgers, are good enough to eat

fly burgers are such a tasty treat

just catch a blowie between two buttered buns

add some lettuce and tomato

and have so much fun

the hospital has been busy this year since fly burgers were on the menu

people say fly burgers put germs right in you

an old man and a young boy, both died of food poisoning

but nobody knows if it was the fly burgers that did them in

fly burgers are good enough to eat

fly burgers are such a tasty treat

just catch a blowie between two buttered buns

add some lettuce and tomato, my dray

and have some and have so and have so much fun

hi dudes, this is a song called i am a family party dude

i am a family person who is looking everywhere for a party

at the club on grand final daY, and on poetry slam day

where we yell out bad slam no biscuit bad slam no biscuit

all the ****** day, we could be celebrating your daughters graduation

from a school she so adored

then we drag out the old songs, and the young dudes get bored

you see partying is so much fun, no matter how hard you try

you see you try and be a fun loving guy like who really loves to p a r t y

oooh, i wanna rock and roll all night, and party every day

how much coffee do you drink to whisk the hangover away

i used to go to the blind beggars inn, to really let my hair down

now, i party at home with youtube, yeah that sounds so rad

you see i am a family party dude, who wants to have some fun

i want music and sport, yeah alrighty, that sounds like my type of fun

cool man, cool you, i say cool me, i am a family party dude

the man of the party is here, last night i went to the club to watch the brumbies they lost i won

the chance to go home and party in front of youtube, with bon jovi and kiss as well as spiderman the musical, pretty rad

then i fell asleep on the couch, ready to come to you, and show you how to party hardy, yeah that is true blue

hey true blue, don’t say the party’s over, just because you go home, doesn’t mean you can’t party

you see i used to go to night clubs and swing with the cool dudes there, hey true blue

you see i am a family party dude, i party everywhere

i am getting younger by the minute, and i still love life, so party on dudes, no fear

i get up late on sunday morning, after this great party in the stars

and after this, i will go to jupiter and neptune to muck around in bars

tipping methane all over everyone, yeah that sounds radical dude

PARTY PARTY PARTY on saturday night, yeah i am so cool

cool you, yeah cool me, the coolest dude of the cosmic realm

ready to party yeah we will

(piano lead in)

I'm  sittin here thinking, think I'll write a song
I 'm kinda scared
of  saying it wrong

(acoustic guitar strum)

Gotta say something bout what's goin on
Wanna sing me somthin ain't already sung

(background soul sisters say) oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

Your presence in my heart tonite
inspires me, so hold on tight.

I gotta say you have me in your hand
my heart and soul I hope you'll you understand

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

I can tell you things when we're in the car
driving fast..... driving far

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

(Lead Guitar solo)

I know you love me and  you know
I can't be happy less I'm in your show

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

So lets get honest, lets get down low
Take it steady, lets take it slow

Ooooh  ooooh it'll be alright

See it's you that makes it real for me
and it's you that brings that reality

Ooooh ooooh  it'll be alright

(Acoustic Guitar solo)

So Baby, hear my song tonight
We've been doin fine, oh yeah baby we're f-ing tight
I just gotta add some thoughts to this
A couple things I don't wanna miss

Ooooh Ooooh   it'll be alright

So tell me, do you think of me
when you think about your family tree
tell me baby do I fit in
or do I stand in the shadows of where you been

(Lead Guitar solo)

lets get to a place where we can share ourselves
be there for the people that need our help

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright

Lets share what we got, show no fear
wanna make a change, wanna be sincere
lets walk out together without a tear
lets be the ones who made a difference dear

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright

C'mon baby.... lets get outta here.

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright
oooooh oooooh it'll be alright

Key of D major ?

A Tale of ****** Excitement by Herr Barty Maulwurf

Often **** tales of my past I am writing and sometimes they are a little rude and porny but now I will try to be only slightly profane at request of new friends I am making everywhere. This tale very sensual story is, told by master storyteller (which is me). Filthy bits included. *Danke sehr.

Although I so much hate repetitive to be, Barty Mole must as always apologise for his occasionally slight errors in English-writing as he writes the English language not so very top-class (but he ***** English girls' tongues lots and likes them his tonsils to wipe so good). I (me, Barty) am German person but special type of that because as I are half-and-half black/white (not striped or even top half white, bottom half black, but mixed-up goldene-brun colouring), by this I must explain mein Papa was black US soldier in Germany who did enormous number of bouncy-bouncies with various ladies including meine Mutti (note to monoglots: this means my Mummy) - who was part-time Lili Marlen type tarty number, great **** and much-used **** - for tinned milk, coffee, ciggies, silk stockings and comfy underwear with soft non-scratchy gussets for once instead of unlined which tickle *****-*****, also she was a major sort of a ****** in her day so combined business with pleasure, and why not, we got these bits under our ******* so use them or they dry up (so thinks der Barty.). Also please you will remember black market utterly rampant in post-war period because the kind ****** Allies smashed my beautiful homeland (Germany) to little bits and then guess what even worse Russkies came and stole anything leftovers and did mass rapings of anyone with two legs (or less, in fact easier as poor tarts can't run away), but my Mutti ran and avoided Ivans, she not any kind of idiot, not going to give it away for free, and not liking cheap rotgut ***** anyway. Also Russkies never wash bottoms-hole so not much fun in the sack with smelly-bummed Ivans.

Nowadays Barty (that's me) am not so young, indeed now out of work living in Hamburg (home of inventor of hamburgers, Herr Wendi McDonald-Burgerkoenig) but I remember some super **** going-ons from mine mis-spended youth and middle age, my God I was a right goer, make no mistake about that, I had more lady friends than most people have hot luncheons mainly because I inheritated huge lovepole (23 centimetres, well over 9 inches in UK/US measurement style) from my dear Poppa, God rest his swindling soul. And ladies like the big bronzed stick as ramrod lovepole, you bet your fat wobbly ***, dear reader, 100% sure.

As often I say to my multitudinous readers, I never accept that it is only top-class ***-event to make love-humpings between male person who is in all one piece (full complementing legs, arms, naughty pieces etc etc) and lady who in similar state of repair (2 legs, 2 arms, 2 boobos, back and front naughty areas also) so I shall now recall romantic interlude with one-legged groupie I am meeting at rocking Konzert in Berlin with famous German group DIE TOTEN HOSEN (this means "The Dead Trousers" look them up on Google you think I am joking? no, German musicians have great sense of humour and also almost for free get to **** a lot of birds).

This story are total true, swear it on Mummy's honour (big joke, what honour I hear you said out of side of mouth, but watch your manners please or I smash you one in your effing gob) this not so explicit as usual so much apologies to filthy pervies wanting cheap smuttings, you come in wrong place (*******).

So now here we go with telling of how I got on good and ***** with one-legged lady I meet in bar of Grosse Konzerthalle in Berlin after we go from Konzert by Toten Hosen - noise so fickende loud we not able to hear each other talk as we total deafened for at least 1 hour, so just wink over bar to each other and Robert is dein Onkel.

I digressed - when I saw really pretty girl at bar with **** three-inch bolt through her lips and I think, WOW, if she got so much metal in her face, what the Fick she got in her *******!!!!  I notice she leaning against wall, I think she a bit drunk but I find out she only got one leg and it's because she has only one leg she would go falling over if not lean on walls. Never mind, I think to myself, I'll try this out for size, in for a pfenning (penny), in for a pfund (pound), except now it's in for a cent, in for a euro which sounds naffs. So we have several dozen beers and a couple of schnapplis and she is good fun, laugh at all Barty's filthy jokes and innuendos and then, out of blue, she says with naughty giggling, "The night is young but we're not so effing young and when you have any more beers you don't stand up, fall flat on handsome face, and not able to get great big ****** up me to shove it", WOW I thought, this is some forward one-legged piece of work. So no more further ado and we jump in taxi (pay 50:50 as Barty is gent and refuse to allow her pay whole fare) and go to her place.

Hildegard is her name and she was pretty good looking bird, great booboes, narrow very **** waistlines, very cute botty sticking out like great big pair of rubber footballs, but let's be frank, liebe Freunde, her main claim to eternal fame in Barty's immense ***-memory bank was the leg-stump, only one of them she had. She tells me missing limb result of accident with vicious bacon-slicing machineries at LIDL and I not like to probe too deeply, because I leave the probing up to my 23cm (9 inch) lovepole instead.

Thus we had many love-makes that night and I got to find her stumpy-thing quite **** in weird kind of way, very smooth skin on it and odd colour (purplish) too. Only problem of was hard to do it Alsatian-style as she topple off bed and me with her, especially since we have many more beers down hatches by that time. Never mind, make up for this with very high class (FIVE STAR!) "neunundsechzig" (German for 69 just in case you not understand)! WOW she utter hot stuff in oral department store. Her tongue like starving St Bernard guzzling the bowl of nice fresh spring water on hottest summer day in century! Swallow everything, stray hairs and all.

Also Hildegard very noisy lady when she does the comings, which Barty likes very much indeed. Like demented demon being bashed around her head with three-metre long metal crowbar every single time she gets one off, she screamed. "Ooooooh, ich komme, ich komme, ach, ja, ja, ja, ja," she shrieks GOOD & LOUD like fat Wagnerian heroine with immensely red hot poker up backside-hole (which not far off the truth when Barty gets stuck into his fabbo ***-rhythm, like whirring up and down piston on Mitsubishi motor tricycle). Even allowing for drunken prematured senilities lapse, I happy to recall seven times for me that night and maybe twenty for her, WOW, what a filthy one-leg hornbag!

We meet a few more time for repeat bonky session but never so good as first time round, but that's because Barty sober next times, nothing new in the history of love there which is very philophical pensée. Also Barty's interest in the leggy-stump waned a bit after a couple of weeks.  But Barty has good live-action photos to keep his memories warm, WOW, they are some totally hot ones! I know Hildegard must have the equal happy memories of old Barty, bet she never saw such a big ***** as his ever again (NB: 23 cm lovepole)!

Mit freundlichen Gruessen
von Ihre
Bartholomew Mole (=Maulwurf)
(23 cm brown lovepole)

La Ratita Presumida
“... y sentia muy feliz. Pero al terminar, el gato se lanzo sobre ella para comer se la. La Ratita lorgo escaper y aprendio a no fiarse de la aparencias”

Generally speaking, the most romantic matters take place beneath the moonlight. It shone down on the city of Barcelona that night with a certain intention, a mysterious plan. She went out for a cigarette, or a “thought” as she liked to think of it, her soul already marinating in a bottle of cheap, red wine.  She let the moonlight pour its possibilities upon her skin as she exhaled into the night.

It was this recipe:
¾ bottle of red wine,
1 pack of Marlboro Lights,
a pinch of red lipstick and
a dash of moony-mist  

on the dimly lit terrace that started it all.

Just then, a tall, blondish, smart looking guy walked into the room. She felt as though she could see the weight of his brain sitting in his head. Almost visible were the synapses firing within.

He spoke so smoothly, in a comforting, southern accent.
His words cast visions of sunsets,
surrounding her
in an unfamiliar, yet soothing
warmth.
She drew closer.
His southern spark lit her cigarette and
with that flick of the match,
an immediate magic ignited between them.

They spoke of Matthew Macconaughy, death and anxiety... death by anxiety, art and music and love and lust.

lovelustlovelustlovelustlostlove

“Just come with me,” he said,  “I’m not expecting anything... we’ll get brunch!” , he said. Ooooooh that’s a mighty word there, “BRUNCH”.

“Brunch”,
A word capable of bringing this girl,
to her knees
~the birds and the bees~
she left with him.
                                                              ..­.

“You had me at ‘brunch’.”
They took a cab to his shoebox-sized flat in Gracia, “the best neighbourhood of Barcelona by far”. They linked lips, caressed, clutched each other’s flesh and faded into one as the sun began to rise.
                                                           ­   ...
The sun came beating through the dungeon –like windows of the shoebox-shaped room. The laundry hanging outside-as it must in this city- cast shadows across their naked skin. It appeared to be dancing quite joyfully, despite the intensely hung-over state of the two strangers that lay entangled amongst the sheets.
As promised, BRUNCH ensued.  They chatted, and laughed and flirted. They shared secrets that no one else knew.

“I like your brain”, he said.
                                                               ...
In the weeks to come they spent every waking moment of each weekend in each other’s company. The rest of the time was spent as the charismatic protagonist in the day dreams of the other one’s mind.  

Hospital General, Sant Cugat Del Valles, Valldoreix, La Floresta, Las Planes, Baixador de Vallvidrera, Peu del Funicular, Reina Elisenda, Sarria, Les Tres Torres,  La Bonanova, Muntaner, Sant Gervasi, Gracia, Provenca,  Passeig de Gracia, Placa Catalunya.

The Trains chugged on
And on
And just remember it’s hard to stop a train...

Gracia -the best neighbourhood in Barcelona- sang like a bird in her ear and a sore thumb pressing its weight into her aching heart.  

Take me Spanish Caravan, yes I know you can...
...I know where treasure is waiting for me
Silver and gold in the mountains in Spain
I have to see you again and again.

Take me Spanish Caravan, yes I know you can.
                                                           ­        ...
That dreaded, dreary morning, the rain beat down. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane -Or all over, really.

She helped him stuff his damp laundry
into his star-spangled suitcase,
himself into her...




He came,
she left, and so did he.




*I'd like to see you again
and again.

Brevity of the honk,
Speack soft, yet hard-sided.
The nimble chime of Drake and Sam,
punk rockin', non stoppin.
Sophisticated, yet so simply
what.
wait.
ooooooh, dat feel good.

Hipper juicy, mega **** sweet candy

Oh God, so ****. Hipper juicy, mega sweet candy. Delightfully beautiful. I am uncontrollably drawn to you ultra powerfully. When you walk in front of me, this is a mega juicy and beautiful and very sexually exciting, seductive dance of **** buns. You are the most **** ****** dope of my mind and heart. I want you with all my heart, every night all night long flight. Your kiss is a powerful energetic, this is my strongest addiction.
*** with you is the embrace of true love. You're just super ****, too beautiful. Every second, when I see you, I think to myself: wow, just woooooooooooooooow, ooooooh yeaaaaaah, so hot well, just auch, toooooo much ****.
I can upload a lot of your photos into the computer and watch all day long for a slide show, and watch with great pleasure and just admire. All the compliments from all the universes just for you. I am in love with you over super ultra turbo mega, supa dupa powerfully. You are my ultra powerful *** attraction, your only passion, a powerful obsession with you.
When you are close to me, I’m supposed to be delighted, it’s like a multi powerful ******* vibratory pulsating sensation in my soul, when I touch you and embrace tenderly, kissing it is just indescribable pleasure, all this is mixed with true love, joy and true happiness. Time stands still as everything except you is not important, you are the only value of my eternity and eternity with you - this is heaven on earth. You awaken in me a hard ****** hunger because you are very appetizing, charming delicacy, chic dessert.
Luxurious, **** chocolate color of your soft skin , hypper juicy and sweet, hipper juicy candy . Than blacker the skin, the sweeter and juicier. Unbearably **** and beautiful. Mega ***** sweet dream is like an ****** jazz melody, a prelude to hot ***. I give you my ***** universal size, infinite amount of likes.
Than more I look at you, than more I'm falling in love you and get *****. On such as you can with great pleasure to look for ages, day and night for days on flight. You have powerful *** magnetism. The movements of your luxurious body is aesthetic erotica. The more I look at you, the more I fall in love. The blacker the skin, the hotter and hotter and torrid it is, the heat of passion emanates from it. You are synonymous with torrid *** and delightfully beautiful passion of romance. When your sweet skin is in sweat, it plays with the bright tinges of the eloquent colors of aesthetics with the highest form of seducing a very powerful temptation gently falling in love with yourself. I am quite clearly aware of how beautiful you are to the extent that beautifully illuminates the day and how it beautify
the night. Only you awaken in me a powerful unquenchable hunger for ***. My libido seems to be grilled like barbecue meat.
You are my sweet dear masterpiece of the universe juicy candy I will love so strongly others will just be jealous. It is difficult to believe in your existence that there can be such a beautiful girl. Gentle sensual chocolate is a supremely royal shade of luxury. Everything that is connected with a beautiful sweet, sweet and touching is associated with you. You are a beautiful girl to tears. You are too sweet like a sugar and so sweet and cute. I have powerfull love and *** addiction to you is even more than anything else.
Your love is the most invaluable and most valuable phenomenon in the universe.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Why do these things  happened to me?
Where did I go wrong?

Questions in my life,
where You can only answer .

My family.
My Friends.
The person I love.
My Studies.
My dreams.
My goals.

I did all my best

Where should I put myself?
Do this world have a place for a person like me?

ANSWER ME!

I'm losing hope.
I'm losing everything.
I'm losing my soul.
I'm losing reasons to live.
I'm tried of wearing mask.
I'm tired . I'm tired.

ooooooh !
WHAT SHOULD I DO?

Hey Barty it is good you won the French open wasn’t it

You see she was just a girl from Ipswich town in the state of Queensland and when she picked up a racket from an early age
I always thought she had it in her blood yeah
You see despite letting her opposition in she still came out on top and the pressure she gave her opposition a headache she was very very good
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Oh yeah come on
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Ooooooh yeah c’mon
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
She left tennis to play big bash cricket
For the Brisbane heat yeah
But soon after she got back into the game she loves which is the game of tennis
You see she will deliver an ace
And shock the opposition so bad yeah
Then she will play hit hit games
Right till the end till the point is hers
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Oh yeah come on
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Ooooooh yeah c’mon
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
As we cheer for Barty
Our voices are losing
And all that is fine
Because for the simple reason
She isn’t losing
She has the right mind for winning
Everyone who likes tennis
Will be celebrating her win with alcohol
Whether it is beer or wine or ***** or scotch or something a hell of a lot stronger
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
Congratulations Ashley Barty
For winning the 2019 French open tennis

Today I went back to bowling after 2 weeks off and, mate I scored a beautiful 212 game in the first game with 6 strikes and the rest of the frames being spares
No open frames in my first game and the second game was lower but still a great score of 173 with 4 strikes and 3 spares and, mate that was a good score
And that is where the strikes ended for the day when I bowled my last score of 126 which was no strikes and 4 spares
A bit more dismal than the other two scores but I made a series total of 511 which is radically awesome, dudes the best series total from me since I came back to bowling this year and we are sitting on 5 th of the ladder also which is awesome

Here is a poem

Awesome day awesome day
At Belconnen bowling alley in the winter
I scored well but I dropped down
As the games went by
In the winter
I didn’t let the cold bother me
I didn’t even need a cup of tea
To warm me up yes, to warm me up
At Belconnen bowling alley in the winter
212 and 173 and 126 oh yeah
Making the series a whopping score
Of 511 oh yeah it was rad it was rad
The best score of the year
My second 200 of the year
Totally awesome no matter what you think
Yes it was an awesome day, yeah
At the bowling alley in the winter
Ooooooh yeaaaaaah

Frame by frame scores
First game

1.     X.           29

2.     X.           49

3.   9 /.            69

4.      X.            89

5.     9 /.          106

6.      7 /.          125

7.       9 /.          143

8.       8 /           162

9.        9 /.          182

10.     X X X.       212
Total.                   212


Second game

1.         6 -              6

2.           X.           36

3.            X.           63

4.            X.            81

5.          7 1.            89

6.          8 /.           108

7.           9 /.           128

8.             X.           148

9.            8 /.           165

10.           7 1.           173
Total.                        173

Third game

1.             8 1.               9

2.             7 2.             18

3.              6 /.             37

4.               9 /.             56

5.                9 -             65

6.                7 /.              81

7.                 6 3.             90

8.                  7 2.             99

9.                   8 -            107

10.               6 / 9.            126
Total.                                126

Series total.                      511
Totally radical dude

What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name? You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.

2. Why do men get their great ideas in bed? Because their plugged into a genius!

3. What is the difference between ooooooh and aaaaaaah? About three inches.

Tell me if you like it done this way,
that's right,
hold it there,
slow sweetheart,
slow, there you go,
oh oh yes,
you have me now,
go slow sweet baby,
wait girl eeeeeasy,
ooooooh that's it,
you're so wet,
that feels awesome,
I mean really awesome,
oooooh what you do to me,
move a little faster,
that's right,
you are so nice,
lean back,
I want to see you
faster please,
let it go,
go go,
sweet baby,
faster,
give it to me,
faster faster,
I'm close darling,
getting closer,
take me there,
take me with you,
you are sooooo nice,
do it,
do it now,
yes,
yes,
yes
I'm coming,
Oooooooooo,
take me,
oh you have me,
gosh that's sweet,
you are beautiful,
I want you,
kiss me darling,
I think I love you.....
oh your precious lips....
You're so tasty,
no I don't think,
I know I love you....
do you love me too?

Ease into the notion
As easy as
a simple sigh

Soft as a three year old's
why

Condensation
          so
condesending

Four finger high
ease on by , bye bye

Sweet whiskey sky
Pinks and stays
Even the frays
slip away into the
ghost

A sip in time untwines
the lies
as the woods ignite in fireflies

Ooooooh , as the misery soothes my brain
and banishes my pain

Now the afternoon
warmth goes running after
the sun

My glorious moment chills in the black velvet
much like a Black Russian
drives me insane in jealousy

numbingly . . . cold .

/                             i can't even "doubt",
                                 to "think" so...

     and you are in the other
bamdwagon?!
ooooooh!

   let's rejoice!

   is like english...
a relearning of language per se?!

dumb or stupid?
is english like learning the origin,
of,
        no language?

really?!
  so language is not english
and english is not a language
a language is: "anything" -

thank ******* can yoyo
  (and the prior to)
   ditto that ****
       out of proportion...
   after the ditto,
without implicating the italic
markings...

    you seriously dope with this?
this is as awful as you can take
it with a pornographic ******...
and that's bad...
   cheap *** bad...
             wish i wasn't the ******
in that sequence of events...
bad...

                    the part where
the father died...
              who?!

                             pope emeritus...
the joke of the immortality
of the gods,
  the repeated play on plagiarism...
and then...
  the mortal gambit...

      whoop t or d             ooo?
there's a "secret" S involved in
                           all of this?!
no **** T.I. and in tie and in equal
as in... an actual iota?!

- a dozen or so rowan "berries"
later...
                 and i'm really attempting
to make an origami with
this white on pixel "paper"!

         seriously!
             foaming at the the mouth
is not pretty!
             there's a reason
        it's called: racing a heartbeat!

only now i've realised that i am,
actually,
digesting rowan fruit...

                   dizzy? no...
  light-headed? no...
                          grizzly (i.e. ******
off and able to surmount louging
at someone -
       with less cutlery -
    and more knuckles...

    just to see a plum-eyed smile?

yep) -

          i'd ******* love a fight...
to ease out this...
                constipated tongue
            of persistent fro fro fro...

i learned to swim without a father's
"patience"...
the "bit" that came after?
          more exhausting than a marathon!
and i'm not a *******
smile-in-the-dark pretty somali!

           and they are pretty:
given their skeletal protruding acceptance
of a fleshy, smile...

              it's like:

    sh... run a mile: and don't come back
with a sweaty forehead...

  because...

        africans can compete in swimming
events at the olympics?
   throw me a dart, then tell me to
utiliße a bow...
   and then come back with a ping-pong
level of an answer...

"they" run! sure as ****!
but... do, "they" swim?
                 a flattened pebble
skips about 3 times against the "face"
of a lake...
               what's the question?

did atlantis exist?
                        did ancient athens?!
          another
big bang bullocking
to explore the sahara that became mars?

the study of history,
and the concept of amnesia...

                really?!

      before "earth" was inhospitable,
something had to originate in
deflating the concept of "life" on mars,
given the dynamics of a star:
                           cooling down...

           so 'ere they come...
bing "bang" (in a vacuum),
monkey,
    and quantum schizophrenia...

          you seriously need
a clown to juggle this furthering of
a "genesis" of history -
when... history:
       doesn't become hysteria.

Ok allz I Know is that.. ...
You know something i dont
K
So what I wanna know is
This
Is it something "I dont know "
I dont know.
Or
Is it something" I Know" I dont know.
Cause if thats the case then
Knaw what?
I dont think i wanna know
Know what mean?
.........
K I dont think you do
Or
Ooooooh maybe
you do

Me solo in Seattle snow
Miles to go, Miles to go
             ooooooh!

Here comes that time again,
the time to feel so ashamed.

Again and again.

This feeling takes no change,
but why does it stay the same?

That fraud, feigned smile
tries to win me again in vain.

Mistakes have been made
and I just feel so drained.

Stop linking your lies in an endless chain,
wanting to confuse what is in my brain.

Drop all this false pretense,
dont you know its a weak defense?

You know I dont like to blame
but I just wish I could say the same.

I am not a pawn in your stupid game
or some dumb pet for you to tame.

Oooooh..

... I ... have ...

Nothing to give.
Everything to take.

No time to live.
only this heart to break.

I wish I could just run away,
learn how to stop being the prey..
But I live in this world, full of grey,
with these feelings made of clay.

I feel so ashamed.

Again and again.

Ooooooh...

How I wish I could be strong again,
Cut these chains of lies and feel again.

Destroy those that keep me insane
and control me in this delusional rain.

I want to cure myself and stop the pain.
Just forget you so I can change again.

so I can finally stop being ashamed...

Again.