PORN WASTED...
...one side exposed per frame...purple it slides...a dressed lion full of hercules motion...AND man into man...she is woman. she is too man to display her emotions in this pap-smear fantasy of mine...slapping about as i discover the lotion spread loose upon my fingers...a fast jerk-off, lubricated to increase the slide so that i can get off...blue like sky dreams and wild like diamonds...the...
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...one side exposed per frame...purple it slides...a dressed lion full of hercules motion...AND man into man...she is woman. she is too man to display her emotions in this pap-smear fantasy of mine...slapping about as i discover the lotion spread loose upon my fingers...a fast jerk-off, lubricated to increase the slide so that i can get off...blue like sky dreams and wild like diamonds...the...
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A THOUSAND WORMS....
...all blue paint comes alive when i'm circling around like little brush strokes...dreaming of a dinner smashed up like saltines...fed to the birds like a fresh flesh bite of worms in the earth's fresh vagina...i am just coming in...drifting about the tank world...swimming away...a sperm.
i am thirty something...never had a girl-friend...those girls that i held naked were just a bunch of...
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THE REST OF THE LETTERS ARE TRASH...
to a girl i will always care for:
"...you came to me here, i didn't come to you. you didn't know what all i was going through. i should have just kept it hushed, but i'm not a good liar. was grateful when you accepted my friendship here...would be a true shit-head if i were to just throw...
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to a girl i will always care for:
"...you came to me here, i didn't come to you. you didn't know what all i was going through. i should have just kept it hushed, but i'm not a good liar. was grateful when you accepted my friendship here...would be a true shit-head if i were to just throw...
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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN KEROUAC AND BUKOWSKI...
...always snubbed the "fine literature"...dammit...boogie, what's fine is just dandy...like, when it sounds like it's projected on the walls, not like mad-man graffiti, but the suburban hoax pasted on billboards of family time spent jammed on the highway packed with sunday moms and cracker-box dads where every word sounds like it was filtered through walt disney land...
...and peace talks...
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...always snubbed the "fine literature"...dammit...boogie, what's fine is just dandy...like, when it sounds like it's projected on the walls, not like mad-man graffiti, but the suburban hoax pasted on billboards of family time spent jammed on the highway packed with sunday moms and cracker-box dads where every word sounds like it was filtered through walt disney land...
...and peace talks...
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LETTER TO X...
dear x:
...sorry that we didn't let the conversation go a little bit deeper, that it turned into politics. i was willing for us to get a little bit naked, but i didn't know whose call it was...last girlfriend, we sort of dug at the loop becuz we were both sharing the same line...but, the girlfriend before that, i was really digging...
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dear x:
...sorry that we didn't let the conversation go a little bit deeper, that it turned into politics. i was willing for us to get a little bit naked, but i didn't know whose call it was...last girlfriend, we sort of dug at the loop becuz we were both sharing the same line...but, the girlfriend before that, i was really digging...
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NEW SHOES, MORE BLUES AND NO MORE SHADES OF GREEN...
...i want to let loose the rocks and stones that i step on everyday and mount them to the ceiling like stars...i found her message and each word needles me like black and blue...the threads leave a scar, relieve the pain--each stitch serving as a tampon to keep the blood from flowing...soaking my thoughts like...
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...i want to let loose the rocks and stones that i step on everyday and mount them to the ceiling like stars...i found her message and each word needles me like black and blue...the threads leave a scar, relieve the pain--each stitch serving as a tampon to keep the blood from flowing...soaking my thoughts like...
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2009 AND MAYBE ANOTHER BONER...
...IT'S WHEN YOU HAVE TO TELL YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND ABOUT YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND THAT YOU SUDDENLY REALIZE THESE DAYS YOU'RE NOT THAT SANE...and it's when you finally find yourself talking about music to her that she knows nothing about that you finally realize that the girl that you're dreaming of isn't the same one that you're staring at straight in the face....
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...IT'S WHEN YOU HAVE TO TELL YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND ABOUT YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND THAT YOU SUDDENLY REALIZE THESE DAYS YOU'RE NOT THAT SANE...and it's when you finally find yourself talking about music to her that she knows nothing about that you finally realize that the girl that you're dreaming of isn't the same one that you're staring at straight in the face....
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RED FEATHER...MOTHER DREAM...2008...
A FREUDIAN SLIP: A WANT SOME GIRL LIKE MY MOTHER...no i don't need another mother. girlfriend--twin girlfriend. gemini love--smothered, she shook me. took me by the love muscle and squeezed berries till we fell asleep. red-headed girl--she had me all buried and when i felt that dead--i was virtually sane. we played games and tumbled dice to the rolling stones. she fell...
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A FREUDIAN SLIP: A WANT SOME GIRL LIKE MY MOTHER...no i don't need another mother. girlfriend--twin girlfriend. gemini love--smothered, she shook me. took me by the love muscle and squeezed berries till we fell asleep. red-headed girl--she had me all buried and when i felt that dead--i was virtually sane. we played games and tumbled dice to the rolling stones. she fell...
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while reading rolling stone...
...the sparks fly from cheap tobacco rolled out of habit...nerve endings tense like the news, boy...neighbor to neighbor selling gossip trained by professional talk trained by the tongues that tick on having to speak in lion campaigns...competitive chalk cough drained finger on remote control pulsing heart...the earth owes you energy, man...there are no exchanges...interruptions...the folgers' type crystal blend...weather man channels through...
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...the sparks fly from cheap tobacco rolled out of habit...nerve endings tense like the news, boy...neighbor to neighbor selling gossip trained by professional talk trained by the tongues that tick on having to speak in lion campaigns...competitive chalk cough drained finger on remote control pulsing heart...the earth owes you energy, man...there are no exchanges...interruptions...the folgers' type crystal blend...weather man channels through...
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BLACK-OUTS, HUMOR, AND THE CLASH...
...AND THIS LATEST BLACK-OUT FAZE FROM HURRICANE IKE HAS LED TO SOME CLOSER TIDES BETWEEN ME AND A COUPLE OF FRIENDS TRYING TO FIND "ELECTRIC" SHELTER...and went almost 24 hours myself...just about went insane without my computer, not that I've been blogging a whole lot. Due to certain legal stipulations...have to keep my mouth shut...AND...did you know that you can...
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...AND THIS LATEST BLACK-OUT FAZE FROM HURRICANE IKE HAS LED TO SOME CLOSER TIDES BETWEEN ME AND A COUPLE OF FRIENDS TRYING TO FIND "ELECTRIC" SHELTER...and went almost 24 hours myself...just about went insane without my computer, not that I've been blogging a whole lot. Due to certain legal stipulations...have to keep my mouth shut...AND...did you know that you can...
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naughtyjen:
You should really consider blogging again. I like what you have to say!