Hypnerotomachia
the beloved disciple's my tantric squeeze
Fri, May 2, 2008 - 10:59 AM
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but things do not only end there she'd do anything she could just to please massages with oils and her hair she teaches a word than will never be heard and they took her away from my side they make her my mom--a virgin!--absurd instead of my heart song, my bride her lineage hid, despite what she did like judas, my friend, she was scorned our bodily bliss they excised and forbid despite how our love joy adorned but Mary's full g... read more
It happened as Brentworth passed through the store's automatic doors. A random incongruity of this magnitude hadn't been seen for aeons. That's why I was there.
Thu, April 24, 2008 - 7:10 PM
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"Greetings, customer." "Excuse me?" said Brentworth. "Why, no excuses needed, valued customer." The boy had a bad case of acne and wore a dirty-red uniform with a name tag that read: LOKI. Inside of Brentworth's bodymind, I recoiled. This was far worse than I'd thought. "Where's your popcorn?" Brentworth asked. "Ah... read more
I tether you with my pleasure
Wed, April 23, 2008 - 6:13 AM
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i tether you at my leisure i tether you as my treasure I tether you beyond measure I tether you as my pleasure I tether you through the weather I tether you with my lever I tether your regions nether I tether you for my pleasure I tether you with a feather I tether you using leather I tether us both together I tether you to my pleasure I tether you or not whether I tether your moaning never I tether you free forever 
Deep Purple. Here are two words that, depending on your age, can define an entire generation. Who knew?
Mon, March 10, 2008 - 1:11 PM
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What led me onto this particular revelation was Facebook, or maybe it was iTunes, or a combination of them both. See, a former squeeze several months back sent me an invite to Facebook. I signed up because I sign up to all social networking services. I find them fascinating and flawed and evolving, like primordial creatures trying to survive and pull themselves out of the muck and ooze. ... read more
Okra pickled in brine is mighty fine. I made a batch of these babies, and they taste great.
Sun, March 9, 2008 - 3:56 PM
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Pickles are good, m'kay? I'm not talking about the vinegar- and sugar-soaked abortions hawked these days in grocery stores. Now that I've got the calabashes (read: bottle gourds) drilled and set up as evilsuckers rubber banded to the patio deck grating, I can hardly bring heinous crap like vinegar/sugar pickles into the house without alarms going off, and animules barking, meowing, and causing a maj... read more
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Re: The internet is my chapel
(in Chapel Perilous)
The internet is my chapel; I shall not want.
It maketh me to lie down in hyperlinked pastures: it leadeth me beside the digital highways. It restoreth my angst: it leadeth me in the paths of bewilderment for its name's sake. Yea, though... read more discussion post on Sat, October 31, 2009 - 1:50 PM
Re: riddle me this
(in Chapel Perilous)
a villanelle is a poetic form nineteen lines long where the first and third lines rhyme, and then they're repeated throughout the poem with other lines that rhyme with them. The second line of the poem also rhymes with all the second lines of the ...
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Re: riddle me this
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Would you prefer writing a villanelle, a ghazal, or a sonnet (Petrarchan or Shakespearean) and why?
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the beloved disciple's my tantric squeeze
but things do not only end there she'd do anything she could just to please massages with oils and her hair she teaches a word than will never be heard and they took her away from my side they ... read more
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