I just saw this slinky old man with a remote control in his hand
Maybe he is in command of this spin off game show

I picture him walking to his home, old banana peels on the floor
Cans of Mountain Dew and crumbs and bugs and Lay’s potato chips
Ultimately thrilled, switching furiously through the channels

He was watching when Mack the ****** met Bridget
When Bridget left Mack the ******
and Mack went on to better things
Bridget got fat and won a hot dog eating contest
and Mack laughed

He followed the life of crippled Harry
Attending Harry’s late night boxing bar fights
When his peg leg karate kick knocked out Jimmy Giant
Jimmy Giant got on a train
And Harry smiled

He remembers when Jimmy Giant met Mack the ****** out of state
How they matched so well, brilliant!
Then Big Bridget met Crippled Harry
At the state fair while watching monkeys juggle fire
And one new moon night they all danced to the same song
In different states
In different bars
That were both named
Desire

He watched as a bee stung the *** of a pagan
Stripteasing and pleasing a distant follower
He fell in love with her spontaneous situations
The skinny dipping
Her marriage to the 7 different ***** dwarfs
The spells she would cast
as her ******* bobbed on the top of the water
creating ripples
starting new stories
which created new gossip
beginning new adventures
and the future telling of legends

As the teacher fell in love with the student
As the immortal fell in love with the mortal
As the fantasy fell in love with reality
As the statement fell in love with the question
As the ****** fell in love with the giant
As the blimp fell in love with the *******

And he watched as we all tried to find such beauty
Whether we were searching or not
He watched as it passed us
When we didn’t even turn

for a double take

“what else is on?”

is it still considered... watching ****...
if she also *******...
or... you're watching that...
take on japanese sexuality in anime...
with a gloryhole and a rubber ****
and she's addressing it:
shogun... and... there's custard...
of the ******* scene?
or she's teasing you pregnant...
and you're like:
         no more eggs!
***** like watermelon juggernauts!

i was never a fan of soap opera...
whether coronation st.
or something turkish / mexican my
grandmother would better enjoy...

drama: internet: clebrity drama...
idubbbz etc.
          i am click-baited by the change
in the algorithms...
"once upon a time" the website
worked as... a thesaurus jukebox...
none of these videos would come up
as suggested...
so i scroll through them:
3 minutes in and my attention span
has become ridiculed by:
the spezial juice...

     there's not other alternative...
not being a *******...
       something sobering...
       not even nostalgia and a life prior:
mix-tapes recorded for an
highschool sweetheart...
reef: give me your love...

         i should have become a monk...
templar chant: antiphona:
                  crucem sanctam subiit...
something out of necessity...
in terms of *******?
it's hardly me playing for the cuckoldry
pass...
    she's alone... i'm alone...
she has more toys...
i have a grip of the hand...
that can hold a basketball with
one hand...
which dwarfs my: "esteem"...
      and it's like a sensation akin to...
the mouth of a squid suckling out
an extra trim of the *******...
very forensic ugly *******...

no floral patterns of a pregnant girl
needing to be comforted by
less a "stance" and more a tongue:
wriggling to tease...
or whatever it might be called...

is it ****? she's with a toy shooting
custard cream...
and... i have a hand that acts like a squid mouth...
boniest **** i have yet to see...
****'s a dwarf to boot...
but at least... no concern for WD40
and **** fetishes...
to compete with homosexual zeniths of
pleasure: gained...
thus pleasure: given...

is it ****... when she's at it...
and i'm "at it"...
   and there's no... theatre?
  what is it... then?
                 crucem sanctam subiit
qui infernum confregit
         accinctus est potentia
   surrexit die tertia...
                    alleluia...
dear good: moral superiority?
     dial me up...
these choral works are...
   the medicine when even Handel doesn't
quiet cut the matter: solid...

sooner the dogs and insects come unto
my body: the sooner i will be able
to wash their base instincts myself with...
and afterward...
the clerical matter of:
the... "spiritual refrain"...
a completely blank slate of mind...

       first comes the fire...
and if you're lucky: suppose there's water
to come to quench your thirst: after...
because the looks of it...
teeth do not fare well...
when chewing sand...

             point being... it's hardly a...
video-friendly affair on my part...
but a woman *******...
**** me... spring already?!
the flowers are budding?
the asexuality in her is... jumping to extremes?
as a joke... or hardly...
hands... too bad all those asian girls
already started to look like
****-robots...
      kyoto-eyes...

                       fake... fake...
   good of me to have ****** a beached
whale... "******"...
snuggled and eyelids teased with lips...
and of course... the mechanists' trance
for piston envy... blah blah...
           but a carrying point of
comparison... when the bleach starts
melting the plastic...
and she is... and i am...
being ****** off and each other
by telephatic forces equivalent to...
ghosts...
   and is it *******... just then?

i had to explore these crude...
one-armed bandits... since... typing...
on a keyboard... i sometimes
see myself in the mirror...
but... on a piece of paper:
i have to remind myself that:
i am... and will forever be...
right-handed...
        
                       the teenage trick was...
to sit on the hand you don't use to write...
and then... ******* with it once
enough numbing was imbued...
ghost did it... was the motto...
i don't know...
      ever become fooled to eat something...
before an operation where
a general anaesthetic was used?
and you wake up...
regurgitating window-licker esque
blah gurgle blah blah further?

from the athenian strip-club
to a brothel in the east end...
and sieving through...
eh...          minor evidence...
settling down on gloryhole ******* flicks
for a while...
any adventure of her ******* herself
and "easing" me to...
that squid-mouth of a hand...
of my own...
        but everything on the throne of thrones...
then a quick baptism in a shower:
promises are promises...
no armchair... not scented candles...
doing the no. 1, 2 & 3...
on the throne of thrones... does...
the trick...

- and once the bourbon is opened:
the perfume of... every... single... brothel...
i meet a man on a rampage...

and he says: beside reading gregory corso...
ah... forget reading him...
just hear him speak... that's the sexiest
**** voice suckling at the ****
of the escape from "alcatraz" / prose paragraph...
you will... ever... hear...

scouts honour... although i was no more
a scout than the slingshot
my philatelist grandpa made me...
shooting iron *****-heads... giggling...
in the confines and comfort
of a... kitchen window...

   my grandfather: the philateist...
i'll have to admit...
i make a much better drunk than he ever was...
my father is a cockerel boxer
and my uncle a gloomy zombie...
when i drink, though?
i am still that... hard-on-sunrise
diving into a ***** of some old
stripped in Athens... from... hell...
Macedonia?
and those "other" eyes looking at me...
the message always reads:
take your ******* toys...
and *******... from this sandbox of we
milking the lechers...
colt...

so i'd be at it... with a reply akin to...
i was never in athens...
the card debit dried up...
escorted by a bouncer...
****** myself at the atm machine...
walked back to the hostel
like some GI Joe...
      
   oh sure... ***... the great adventure...
is it ****...
watching her play with her barbie
and me play with my ken?
pristine, though...
          is it **** when i'm not giving
a narrative piece...
no classical italian 1970s...
         scenes...
        is it ****?
       or is it... butchers' spree!

i just don't have the toy...
the guillotines *****... soz... let's extend that
into: "oops"?!
i guess if i was gay... conservative...
an... Tangier was the hotbed of
frilocking...
under the Islamic regime of the... ******* sons...
and the lesbian duaghters...
and the unloved... under polygamy...
and: isn't muhammad...
the one who tried... to claim both...
the psalms of David...
and the solominic prowess at a hard-on?
i guess he must have failed in one
of these two adventures...

so much for Muhammad's surrogates
of Zion... the mothers of the believers...
or those struck by the reality of waking up...
in some suburb of Birmingham...

is it ****?
he does who what with when she
does it with a guillotined ken-play-dough?
here's the porsche...
and here's... the limping deaf
and blind horse...
i'd sooner have the horse...
after a while it become apparent...
i... can't... chew...
or... digest... metal...

but a horse i can... ***** into a furthering
of life... as i "leisure" myself into
a chicken... even the marrow in the bones
will not matter...

is it ****?
she's shooting blanks i'm shooting out
a genocide...
there's this tissue... there's this tear...
there's a hard-on and there's the spring
of genitals on her part...

and it's the modern version of...
what **** was like in the 1970s and the 1980s...
before... she had to go up-stream
and against the salmons of solomon...
migrating with her hybrid...
puppeteering strings...
i clenched my hand that didn't become a fist...
but the mouth of a stripteasing zebra...
and the motto: k.o.
of an uvula that would somehow
become the pricess and frog of... cough-medicine
slurp... and later a kiss...
and things, "things"... just had to become
so ugly...
so wholly unrecognisable...
when standing upon waverly bridge...
looking out across... the firth of forth...
and that... tapeworm eerie white...
one of those nights... scaling the old college scaffold...
with a belarusian ***...

this tinge... this ribbon of an accent
and a signature...
this forever-new...
        
upkept thus far...
    a horror movie soundtrack...
to a lullaby replica...
by god i snore harded than...
an asthmatic cerberus...
   what's ****?
        i care to mind the details...
hands being the most ****** aspect of...
my synonym...
all procelain and easily broken...
hands i could have do...
with making bone arithmetic a "thing"...

i ****-size a comparison...
by the looks of it...
the Cindarella: heel... cut off...
is a bit like me missing...
a knuckle...
             just at the pinky...
where my signet ring should abide
by for the eternal purpose
of the engluish bachelor...
and queen... and prince charming...
and a wales...
that invokes the boundary of...
not only cornwall...
but also devon... somerset...
dorchester...
     agor ysbeiliai:
                    o hanesyddol maliaf
o pethau...
       none of it... actually...
some other prince charming...
drag queen hour reading...
orwell having a ******* with...
  a: wilde...

             high-brow expectations....
to riddle out 1 + 1 = 2...
                        that somehow nothing
has to remain... plough-towing...
pig-trough-tied... hoof and bite...
and goodmorning vietnam... d.j. accurate...
or the pleasures from cartilege...
and all the scooping up
pedantry: in details...
over such minor facts of a former:
base relief to imitate: imitating life...

i am quiet adamant...
away from the realities of a London
or a Warsaw...
one can most certainly...
conjure up a quest of time...
as that sort of quest whereby...
time's-amiss...
in that the clocks have apparently
clogged up and... therefore...
"somehow" stooped to... quiet simply...
having... stopped!

obviously she revised what i noted...
apparently it was not Finnish enough...
the Finns can umlaut their A:
into an AA
             AA...
troubled femme-fatale... i grizzly my thumbs
and teeth on this sort of...
a virginal approach...

Blindfolded Crossroad
...and blindfolded
curiosity
fantasized..

stripteasing daffodil
in skimpy
nenégligée

'pon concupiscent
crucifix,

as temptation ripped
pious portière
of starlight apart...

unveiling unholy holy
of holies...

(do) you really need that extra acute E on negligee? i'm pretty sure the one would do... i'm a francophobe mind you... but even i have to stress this faux pas... it's becoming to look at bit like a ghost-limb...  which is not much to look at: but... no... sorry... i might be pedestrian in my itch for "perfection"... pedantry... i don't think i'm being pedantic concerning this... although: i've heard this word (deshabill'eh) is an alternative to what you have just... butchered... beyond a worth of a butchers' cut of proper chops... no... it just looks wrong... sorry...

comment   a day agoreplied on Blindfolded Crossroad
So much for critiquing...this is criticizing, insulting and very rude...if you don't really have something better to offer, why not just walk on by rather than stopping by to spill your unfounded frustration, toxicity and venom here...you sure sounded as sorry as your comment and sincerely, I don't have time nor space for folks like you and neither will I tolerate your insolence!
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comment   25 minutes agocommented on Blindfolded Crossroad
thank you, mother... i'll just rearrange the petty idols to fathom your approach of tongue to better suit you... while i... *******... how better to appease you... dearest mother? you best scold me: dear mother... dear mother... i think you're a joke... dear mother ms. anonymous: now i think you're double the joke... thank you... dear mother... thank no one...  thank you... mother: for your virginity.... thank you... dear mother... for the echo of wailing metaphors... thank you that you're sorry... oh: but dear mother: you have all the time and the space... aligned to mind this comment being... returned and read back and by you.
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You said: p.s. you're such a woman... you have so... many... minor... obligations... i most certainly have to be drunk... to stomach an hour's worth of sober you... if not... no man would ever be so offended about... something this... detailed... only a woman might... it's a well earned giggle to find you so... wounded up... over nothing! please tell me you find yourself exfoliating erotica when slightly peeved... i'm only not a womanizer because i don't have the sort of money to spend that might allow me to be one... but... from where you're coming from: if i had... i'm pretty sure i could appease you... more than by merely a "somehow"......thank you, "mother": nonetheless.