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Posted: 12/21/2006 7:08:01 AM | Like a decorative interior door,
laid with all the whore mirros.
With the room filled with them,
and the bed being round.
Binking strob lights,
and him saying want a beer.  | |
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Posted: 12/21/2006 7:42:10 AM | his saying want a beer my dear
we are very near that exstic cheer
so forget your piers and steer your butt on over here.
I'm about to make it very clear
your orgasm will come next year. | |
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Posted: 12/21/2006 7:46:20 AM | Your orgasm will come next year,
and you think thats a good thing dear.
No its not when I want to do it right now,
and over and over again.
Oh well I see you in a year.
until then your freind tim will be my sin. | |
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Posted: 12/21/2006 7:59:25 AM | until then your freind tim will be my single hope
I'll stop doing all that dope and stick to coffee
then after a super sized box of bits
and thirty six hours of the sh!ts
maybe then a beer help me cope with this nylon rope
that's dangling from the rafters instead of toffee.
Christmas New Year is such a strange time tugs
maybe we should just drink and kill bugs | |
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Posted: 12/21/2006 8:12:15 AM | Maybe we should just drink and kill bugs,
and with that line he will get no hugs.
For thats a chilling thought,
and one I can't ever do.
I looked around,
and there was that bug ridding comb.
Talk about a creep factor,
and the thought of running in fear.  | |
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Posted: 12/21/2006 4:24:51 PM | the thought of running in fear
makes me think of deer
flashes of coloured light
and cd's hanging just right
better than the old scare crow
to chase them away you know
some junkmail has good use
it isn't always obtuse. | |
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Posted: 12/22/2006 2:50:25 PM | It isn't always obtuse,
and they way he uses his words that cause them to run.
Sometimes its the way he dresses,
and when he wears that ball gown.
High heals,
and girly underwear.
Turns them off,
and causes them to scream.
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Posted: 12/23/2006 5:30:49 PM | it causes them to scream
that naked running dream
with wolves closing fast
and tripping on the grass
everyone is watching too
slow motion running by you
feeling the hot snarling breath
with fear this is your death. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 6:57:52 PM | with fear this is your death
healing hand or dieing breath
a wound deep within your chest
pictured perfect by the war artist
smiling face and body prone
wishing somehow you were stoned
that these wishes take you home
thats right baby blue daddy's home | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 7:19:21 PM | thats right baby blue daddy's home
and he’s not going away
again
you can depend
on that.
No more war machine screams
Nor coal mines or forests to kill
They will
Not get me back.
I will stay here
And hold dear
All that loves me
Daddy’s home to stay
And will not be tricked away. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 9:05:14 PM | be tricked away
let spritely spirits
deposit you miles and miles the other way
with looks of impossibilities
etching your open face
never ,never your lips refuse to say
still its regretfully your place
to cancel all engagements as of today | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 9:38:35 PM | to cancel all engagements as of today
forward.
I send this message untoward
Uncalled for and unforgiven
Metal lick ah lines livin
In the now.
I never cared for what they say
Anyway
Anyhow.
But I know
Open my mind for a different view
I knew
Unforgiven
That’s left for the living
To do. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 10:14:15 PM | to do myself a favour
and be my own best friend
to look at the torn up roses
that the thorns couldn't ascend
What the h*ll were you thinking
when you passed my way and tossed
all those written promises
that you thought that i would frost | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 11:42:39 PM | That you thought that i would frost
a nice cold mug or two of beer;
or that I actually hold you so dear,
to do this at any cost!
An assumption of yours,
that I would pour a coors
into that frothy cold glass
just for your globulous mass!
For you to lift it to your lips
and take your first sips
To enjoy the cold crisp taste
so cold its nearly a paste!
That you thought I would consider you such a friend
as to please you to that end
to serve you in effect
would be quite correct! | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 8:11:05 AM | would be quite correct if the clocks hands
stood still looking at bill trying to kill
never saw the movie
don't think i ever will
now some people name kids apple
and some call their sons sue
but it's my belief names linger
on the lips the whole life through
that's all i got this morning..di la di..... la di la ...silly..silly..
hittin the shower to get rid of my chilly...thro on some good tunes! | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 8:24:12 AM | On the lips the whole life through
linger a kiss or two
that were planted there.
Not for the need of more,
the more we're always asking for
but sort of as an oath,
a promise of soft, nurturing growth | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 9:03:51 AM | oath ..growth...
a promise of soft
nurturing doth (doath) i mean growth
growin wild with the weeds in my boots
doesn't seem the snows gonna slow them down
for spring just doesn't want to quit
the wetter it gits
the more i lose my mits | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 12:33:38 PM | the wetter it gits
the more i lose my mits
But my man knits
A new pair.
Unfair
Advantage have I
Any colour except sky
He can make from the wool
Of dreams so full
Of soft fleecy down
That wet mits found
By the old wood pile
Just make me smile. | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 1:19:35 PM | Just make me smile
if only for a little while
snakes live in the wood pile
and killing's not my style
slither over to me for fun
let me admire yer jiggly bum
later we can have a run
then celebrate with a glass of rum | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 2:38:41 PM | Then celebrate with a glass of rum
With coconut milk and some
Pineapple fresh from the market stall.
Bless this cabana Bless this sun this beach all
Set before me like a mirage made fair
By accepting your dare.
And taking that good advice
To join you in this Caribbean paradise.
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Posted: 1/4/2007 3:48:21 PM | To join you in this caribbean paradise..
With a passionate kiss...maybe twice...
Giving into passion without the sacrifice....
relieving the pain of a heart filled with strife...
Walking along holding each others hands...
eyes intertwined in passion...toes cascading in the sand...
listening to the music in backdrop from the band...
you engulf my everything....leaving me at your command... | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 3:58:21 PM | you engulf my everything....leaving me at your command
that's not so bland...wheres the band?
gotta get a groove on
before we get to neverland
I bin trying to see the way the cammand thing
works
since it's a new kinda relationship
he says pretty please
and then it perks | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 4:39:49 PM | he says pretty please and then it perks....
making me feel as if the passion works..
feeling consumed in infinite fire.....
holding the key to my burning desire...
kissing me passionately holding me true..
making my insides cascade with blue..
turning me into a woman with no mind...
though finding the passion of an infinite mind... | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 5:11:16 PM | though finding the passion of an infinite mind......
that's the way us mortals like to unwind...
but if you please would just find my tickle bone.....
so that my sense of ha ha won't feel so all alone...
doesn't take a lot of strength just a little loosin up....
tomorrow my tummy will be hurtin from the flip you made me flup...
then we can go down to the town and see what's all about....
see if Mr Mr Man is real or just a clout | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 5:22:53 PM | see if Mr Mr Man is real or just a clout
to revel in the thought of not having a doubt...
yet holding onto the reality that one is not as they appear..
after rubbing on your backside after having one too many a beer..
i jsut nned to know if all i seen was real...
just need to know if you are fictional or truely real...
knowing all too well the outcome may be risky..
for that night we both had a little too much whiskey.....
~~missed you miturn....truely...
Bubblez | |
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