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All the things I'm not supposed to say.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

harem of men

it seems i am always working to forever increase my harem of men. one will never do, and neither will two. more and more, each for the score. but i will never win, victory will never be mine. what is victory but the prerequisite for another win? like the war America wages time over again, so must i wage my own battles amongst men. each for a different reason, each teaching me something new. note the "teach", and never the "taught". learning is a continual process, why sever its source. why learn from just one when you can learn from a few more. you don't read just one textbook in your quest for your cure. i've never been the type to read just one at a time. i'll be the first to admit, a single subject is quick to bore. i seek the big picture, all the reality i can get. all the little things i tend to forget. [Ed. note: VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED] so remind me again, on my knees as i beg. why i so love, you shoving your big dick in my face.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

ohhhh the power of E... mc2

when the night
(when the night)
gets too long
(gets too long)
and the loneliness...
engulfs upon....
mee.. meeee.
it becomes too much
(too much)
to see
(to see)
thats when you
(when you)
must come inside me
(inside me)

ohhhh, oh ohhhh, oh ohhhhh oh ohhh.
oh yeah.. upon yeahs.... do it to me.... to me
you know what i mean
to be the mean

oh yeah... what do you do...
upon you... wait thats me..
when you
do it upon me
then i do it to you
upon you.

why
oh why
must i do this to you
to me

oh heavens why
the heavenly y
does it make me smile
a tongueful of wile

oh yes for awhile
the big great Nile
a down swirling spiral


to pick you up again
like a game of gin
gambling wild
for upon awhile

like a screaming child

blocks blue in a brace
bite me, leave a trace
for tomorrow noon
i wanna spoon

breath hot on my neck
turns me into a wreck
i love it too
just the same as you