shwenatjadeflower
on Knowing you by shwenatjadeflower
5 Sep 2002, 7:30 PM
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No you are no DA, but I like the new look. It raises you stature.
Yeah, DA. Two computers.
you should call it -=!wow!=-. cad.M
it raises my evil soldier from the depths of the trouser lurch. my favorite trees are birch and ash. do you hAve my cash? the hand of your pimp is the hand of a very gay and dark shadowed buccaneer...bow!..yousellouts...bow! to the prawnes priker master! filthy crushtations...b
because you have cockitis? nay, because you have a balless sac, a phantom scrotismal pregnancy....and your writing is not...well..dare i say...worth the angel. the silence.or the corn in my shite (care for some corn?)..and all that violence...i mean! this poem is just reeking of unprotected sex and under age drinking...pre highschool machine gunning...try hell next time...they have a sense of humor down there...good luck! cheers!e
Speaking of cads, in your perusal of my 2-years-out-of-date website (which only existed to counter the Website of Surprise which in fact contained no information about surprise), did you happen to download my excellent game 'Cad'? It's the most fun possible with 4 people if those 4 people like playing Cad more than anything else! Or maybe you can't take the pressure of being the Cad at the end of the game?
Dare you take Ship's Prawne's name in vain?!
denial: refusal to admit the truth of a statement or charge also: assertion that something alleged is false.
You must be a Brit, Dylm/DA, like Anagram says. Is wittering like 'whinging about'? Avon is the easternmost and far flungest away from civilization outpost of sandy, sealsalty natural beauty on the simply s'wonderful Outer Banks of North Carolina. Although I won't be driving that far, I am spending the weekend in Virginia Beach, where I'll be riding the new (to me) '01 Gary Fisher Joshua F4 I just nabbed for a song this afternoon.
What, so I'm Doylum now as well? I wish nentwined would just come down from his biomechanical throne and disclose the truth once and for all: I have only one ID on this site. I am not beakism, {-=Doylum=-}, horus8, -= ligh+_4ng37 =- , nentwined, or Settle. This is surely obvious to anyone who isn't hellbent on defaming my good name. Good day to you, Sir.
"the last paycheck
that dwindles more each day
because of the phone service
and support the daughter and
former wife need to get by." I think it's brilliant. It has a great rhythm! Never thought the woes of paying bills could sound so purty. =)
Yeah it needs some editing, but "copper taste of blood" and "naked scalp breathed cinnamon are first rate. Thanks for your concern Mr. Longfellows, but I am single because I'm not married not because I'm alone.
I don't think Fabio would place his face anywhere near her deep smelling open sex. He might kiss heaving breasts but nothing with the copper taste of blood. Did you have to mention Fabio? Now the whole image is ruined for me.
There is no poetry here. I searched. I used a flashlight and some tweezers. No poetry.
Great poeme! Can someone tell me why 'erotic' fiction (as opposed to 'pornographic' fiction) always refers to the female genitalia as a 'sex'?
I can attest -- their ips look nothing alike. but whatever. people believe what they like, and even the best things in life can be faked. ;) (sorry this is offtopic)
Who knows? And why is it that all erotica uses the word petal describe skin, and of course, there are the heaving breasts. I see Fabio, do you? This is terrible GW. You have been single too long.
Wow. There certainly has been alot of erotica coming up on random recently. This is uncomfortably arousing. Well developed ambience. Sight, sound, taste, smell, touch. The last stanza doesn't live up to the others.