Well, I ain't seen her playin' the fiddle yet. Does that help?

I don't have a clue as to what you might believe I don't know, but is that my fault, or simply the thing that divides you from I from what you might find to be a validation of your own mental masturbation and do not forget your post posted menstruation did I mention my Amani is Malaysian?

mmm the comma's bug me too. But I disagree with ranger that line 4 is too long. Tumbled bramble is great, it's like physical onomatopoeia. great 8.

myself i am fast pushing forty but I'll never outgrow being horny I ain't got no tricks 'least none I admits But my lovemaking ain't ever boring

oh dear. i haven't been 'all the rage' for quite some time now. mrs.g's had center stage for a longish while. but i thank you for pointing out my middle agE (ugh). how old are you, then? are you above my 28yr cut off? you boys have learnt some neat tricks by then, mostly.

yeah well i plead you to get a life i bet you don't even go out and hang with friends downtown i do because i have a life and i socialise

There was a chick once named for a flower Who posted a sex pome 'bout every hour Although middle-aged She became all the rage Because everyone hoped they might plow her.

oh shit she deleted all her poems. I'm such a terrible bastard. I truly meant my comment to be helpful, I really did.

oh fuck the Unwanted gift was priceless. Especially the little embedded bit of real poetry. I was flying there right beside you, da. Wallowing in woe. Speaking of which, I just found out that someone deleted one of their poems because of a comment I made, so tonight I am wallowing in both woe AND guilt, supported by a snort of lagavulin drunk from a demitasse. speaking of issues european women are different than NA women, one said to me she had her issue and I thought she was being coy and she wasn't, it was a friendly warning in case I cared and i had to throw away an entire set of bedding and she looked at us in the mirror and doubled over giggling saying we looked like pig-killers.

du bist ganz korrect. Everything you said is true, all of it, even the question mark. Now, a caveat, naturally when I'm in serious mode I'm a staunch supporter of gay rights. I even wanted to get together with a man once, but I couldn't go through with it, for which I esteem myself a lousy coward. But I watched a friend give blow jobs for meth and it didn't affect my feelings of cameraderie with him one little bit no siree. Especially since he had just recently sent me a girl he didn't want, an incredibly gorgeous 19-year old half-asian goth with an iq of 150 who was passively wandering around California doing a kind of 19-year-old hyper-smart goth chick jack kerouac thing. You just can't beat that.

not only have I no grasp on reality, but reality rarely bothers to grasp ME anymore. I have to grasp myself, and that makes me bored so I lash out. Anyway, I'm very used to people thinking I meant exactly the opposite of what I thought I said, so I've gotten in the habit of saying the opposite of what I mean. Of course, this leads to an escalation of meta-reversals, so I often tend to just resort to obfuscation and muttering. Further weakening my frangible hold on reality.