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werewolf in your hometown	Menhir81		Feb 12 1999 3:12PM EST
wolf walking through the city looking for something pretty to howl at... Arrrrrooooouuuuuwwwww!!! red alley cat all decked in lace and leather her name is Heather she's looking for her wolf here, kitty, kitty... Arrrrrooooouuuuuwwwww!!! full moon tonight

RE: werewolf	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 12 1999 5:12PM EST
oh ya! sweet menhir for what it's worth (always implied) cool imagery and kickin scent i love "she's looking for her wolf" your wolf a manic crazed night explodes all over me messy sweet raw to the teeth bite gulp growl repeat

celebratin the implicatin	Menhir81		Feb 13 1999 12:17AM EST
SkaVooMe you do me good your words they are like blue-winged birds from your mouth flying south down to the Atlanta of my soul where the ratio of the beat is 8 to 1

RE: celebratin (mad smelly brotherly hugs)	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 13 1999 10:34AM EST
my brother kicks the trip smooth his grooved bop beat steppin hip feet through golden guttered lands his back door tunes moves bad burnin wigs to dig mad gigs and join their sweatblood hands cool his choice voice screaming dreams moist purple black ooze drink swallow wallow in it's primal Pangean pulp until you fill them gutters gold

Our Ring-celebrating grapes plums & berries bright	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 14 1999 11:15AM EST
OUR RING the sound of your laughter across this space brings my smile unhindered and free growing in the strength of our embrace a dance of spiraling symmetry delicate delightful rhythyms press open words upon supple lips of boundless trust to hold and carress this flowing harmonic partnership sailing eyes upon sparkling streams of our true unfurled love amid sends our unclipped wings of dreams to soar purple winds enchanted lucid lithe fiery tongues share the beauty and magic without within inclusiveness unweighted bonded sure by balanced freedom to begin female unguarded uncontrolled mind male unmenaced unmasked face in our joining ourselves free to find our enriching unity across this space .......

Storm Of The Century - before cut-up	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 15 1999 11:15AM EST
*note: i took notes while watching King's Storm... had hear dialogue was cool with lots of repitition and obvious symbols. so here's my notes before i passed it through www.bigtable.com cut-up machine. sin waits at the edge of the SEA where people stuff their memory in bags of lust SIN dustin converging fronts EVERYTHING'S OK don't panic cold BLACK EYES mirror held SECRETS jet streams davey screams mrs clarendon's dead mr beal's in CONTROL, shadowed memories bell toll SIN whores mr beals choking cannibal mom HELL repeats loads CONTROL bullets STORM strenghtens past meets present EVIL boldly waits quiet sitting compliant oh my god god faceless stand back under CONTROL EVERYTHING'S OK andre lenauge is hand cuffed don't be scared evrything's under CONTROL get a hold of anderson DADDY yay! HELL is repitition EVIL KNOWS YOUR NAME try to COMMUNICATE STORM strengthens MOMMY's scared but EVERYTHING'S OKAY STORM strengthens safety on safety off key WON'T WORK haven't heard from him give me what I want I'll go away you know what I want doors WON'T OPEN evil enters front door EVILs boldly waits EVIL thru front door give it room EVIL KNOWS your SECRETs EVIL knows your SECRET NAMEs stay out of EVIL's way give it room SECRET SIN where's your ID where's your ID where's your ID evil under CONTROL where's his ID beals wants CONTROL COMMUNICATE with state police CONTROL COMMUNICATE WON'T WORK with mainland COMMUNICATE WON'T WORK try to COMMUNICATE STORM strengthens squared away CONTROL secure CONTROL drive safe CONTROL COMMUNICATE WON'T WORK power WON'T WORK EVIL waits God damn Whew alternate power EVIL waits watching IT'S OKAY EVERYTHING'S OKAY why is EVIL here Go home I'll get CONTROL is EVERYTHING OKAY? EVERYTHING'S OKAY? COMMUNICATE WON'T WORK I'm in CONTROL OKAY, OKAY stay alert CONTROL cannot get rid of EVIL DADDY guards CONTROL bad guy we all chip in EVERYTHING'S OKAY STORM strengthens SEA rages approaching Godsoe in trance NO CONTROL STORM strengthens are you OKAY? CONTROL I'm OKAY CONTROL Sign in we need order CONTROL How did EVIL KNOW sign in we need to know CONTROL SEA RAGES approaching Godsoe NO CONTROL Are you OKAY CONTROL I'm OKAY CONTROL EVIL CONTROLs Godsoe cold BLACK EYES EVIL CONTROLs roy EVIL WANTS PRICE Godsoe and Roy dead SEA RAGES approaching blow whistle sweet jesus EVIL WANTS PRICE EVIL WANTS PRICE EVIL WANTS PRICE tomorrow night is DADDY safe?

Storm of the Centruy - cut-up with Einstein on God	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 15 1999 11:45AM EST
*note: a cut-up using netmonkey's cut-up machine and my notes from Storm (prev post) with a quote from Albert Einstein on God: Whatever there is of God and goodness in the universe, it must work itself out and express itself through us. We cannot stand aside and let God do it. here's what spit out: power EVIL god god faceless EVERYTHING'S OKAY STORM strengthens safety on safety off key WON'T WORK haven't cannot get rid of EVIL DADDY sign in we need EVIL waits God damn EVIL WANTS PRICE EVIL EVIL KNOWS your SECRETs and goodness in you know what evil enters front door CONTROLs roy EVIL WANTS PRICE Godsoe and Roy blow whistle sweet jesus OKAY, OKAY stay alert CONTROL screams mrs clarendon's dead mr beal's in chip in EVERYTHING'S OKAY need order CONTROL How jet streams davey did EVIL KNOW aside and let God do CONTROL bullets STORM strenghtens past EVILs boldly NAMEs stay out of EVIL's waits watching IT'S OKAY EVERYTHING'S beals choking cannibal mom HELL waits at the edge of people stuff their memory in bags is repitition of God OKAY why is EVIL your ID where's your I go away quiet sitting compliant oh my drive safe CONTROL COMMUNICATE here and express itself COMMUNICATE with state police CONTROL COMMUNICATE WON'T WORK with mainland COMMUNICATE through us. We cannot stand repeats loads to know stand back under CONTROL EVERYTHING'S STORM strengthens squared away CONTROL Go home heard from him give me way give it want doors WON'T OPEN meets present EVIL boldly waits STORM strengthens MOMMY's scared but ID where's Godsoe in trance NO CONTROL STORM EVIL KNOWS YOUR NAME WANTS PRICE EVIL WANTS PRICE WON'T WORK try to COMMUNICATE OK andre waits EVIL thru Whew alternate STORM strengthens SEA rages approaching EVERYTHING OKAY? EVERYTHING'S OKAY? COMMUNICATE WON'T WORK I'm in CONTROL SIN dustin converging I'll Are you OKAY room SECRET SIN where's lenauge is hand cuffed don't be scared tomorrow night is DADDY safe? Whatever there is try to COMMUNICATE your ID evil under it. storm of CONTROL where's his ID beals wants CONTROL strengthens are you OKAY? CONTROL I'm OKAY CONTROL Sign in we BLACK EYES mirror held SECRETS cold BLACK EYES EVIL front door give it room CONTROL I'm OKAY CONTROL EVIL CONTROLs Godsoe what I want I'll guards CONTROL bad guy we all EVIL knows your SECRET CONTROL, shadowed memories bell toll SIN whores mr get CONTROL is must work itself out evrything's under CONTROL get a hold of anderson DADDY yay! HELL dead SEA RAGES approaching the universe, it of lust secure CONTROL WON'T WORK power WON'T WORK CONTROL SEA RAGES approaching Godsoe NO CONTROL the SEA where fronts EVERYTHING'S OK don't panic cold the century sin

Veil And Times Night - Nonlinear Time	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 17 1999 7:41AM EST
the watch checking corner waits, shuffling the time buzzes of an amber glowfly. three more ticking cars until Armageddon. her passed footsteps offer salvation. high time heeled echoing bricks present clicks. mocking expectancy overflowing, slumps into hidden passed over gutters of pain and neglect, down to sewer bowels. two more ticking cars until Armageddon. frozen womb screams, furiously watch the wait dancing tics of numb urgency. one more ticking car until Armageddon. corner salvation arrives, smiling beaming eyes and youthful romance dances delightfully, to harvest moon, spring mums, and love's harmony. a ticking car passes by. .......

RE: hybrid9, dust, not much sense, moth	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 17 1999 8:22AM EST
9 brides saying hi sweet burping and loving your awd bubbels boo, tea-full, and backlit

that's nonsense!	Menhir81		Feb 19 1999 8:30PM EST
terraining tonight, forgetting for a fight bite bite bite blam blather and splatter all over strobelight faces wise and unweildy their bones painting me a picture ivory and ebony on yellow and nature and extract of vanilla is so malaysian so black and and and bland tan shadows looking to grab me grey faces I cant see with teeth inside long and blunty sharpy toothy me smiley whispery tell me secrets letting my hands trail along your sidey so that I can feely the fleshy beneathy your breasts so ripe and sweaty my palms so rough and softy so strong and weaky steely under silky velvet over tiger's paw a yin for your thoughts and a yang, it does a body... good good good bad bad/good sweet and sour for your pain and for your pleasure, madame perhaps some wine with your death? rich and dripping dark blood-red vampire-craving full-bodied rich-bouquet-aroma'd good and naughty light and heady honey aged to perfection over ripe spilled smash! splinter! 10084 crystal razor edged blood-letting more vampires! everywhere! stake! stake! stake! halogen cross nightmare agony on a crucifix a big one...THE big one san grea san greal saan graal san grail stone cup blood cross holyness and a few things of pentacles and carpenters and Merovingean kings stone mason's delight for dinner! YUM coincidences and allegations and allusions and metaphor (and Singapore) and allusions and delusions and illusions and confusion (he did it! he did it! he did it! but...I SAW him DO it!!!) and changes and variances and ideosyncracies and little things that hatch and noone catches and lies and lies and lies and within lies (in wait) and get this within lies (so quiet)and get this within lies (for you) and get this within lies (to cross my path) the (1) conspiracy of (TRUTH) the weak! what's for dinner? sushimi on the half shell 'cause we all have something to hide... but I don't

Coffee	Menhir81		Feb 21 1999 9:12PM EST
I would just like to say... I need my coffee I feed my coffee I seed my coffee I breed my coffee I slam my coffee I jam my coffee I am my coffee I drink my coffee I brink my coffee I ink my coffee I think my coffee I find my coffee I bind my coffee I mind my coffee I brew my coffee I stew my coffee I glue my coffee I do my coffee ...that I like coffee but tea is very nice.

Real Men ... RealMax ... tolerance?	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Feb 24 1999 10:39AM EST
tol·er·ant ( t¼l"…r-…nt) adj. 1. Inclined to tolerate the beliefs, practices, or traits of others; forbearing. See note at broad-minded . 2. Able to withstand or endure an adverse environmental condition (American Heritage) pho·bi·a ( f½"b¶-…) n. 1. A persistent, abnormal, or irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid the feared stimulus ???is tolerance just a pretty way of saying phobia? !!!here's an idea... let's just be words control infest words control imprint words control imitate words control words control words control ---on Real Men--- i've been with Real Men i've been the best of men acid pain sweat gain pressure blisters callous blisters weak girly boy flesh clogging shower drains humiliate eliminate effeminate queer bait jocks are for Real Men no pain no gain no prisoners no pain no love no tenderness no pain no sympathy no forgiveness no pain no pain no pain no tears no fears just beers Real Men drink beer heave ho heave blood kick punch jab jump jam strangle hold small penis small shadowed small flushing small guilty small penis largely hidden in league records state records i'm the best sweet sweaty pain measures the best dig work deny ignore destroy beat push Real Dicks Real Jocks Real Men for banging stuffing jamming pumping filling any hole except male holes males don't have holes males are holy wholed males suck it up females and fags, well... blood? a scratch, no cry no die blood? the way, no pain no gain blood? the goal, honor, the reward fuck you! fuck me! the finish line! * 2/24/99 for russell, dan, and eddie. forgive me. forgive Men their first 17 years of Mommy's milk, Daddy's meat, and good ole USA pride, for they know not what they do to your beautiful light.

for Menhir big-noisy-nice-and-smelly-cabbage-fart	(30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)
isn't tolerance just phobia tea with mayhaps a twisted fruit? here's an idea... let's just be but not the aristotelian be but an infinite indice of be but be an einstein be but i stepped on a bee and it stung me butts are nice pulse pounding pulp pushing butts booty boobs breasts GS POS SOS PMS BS but i gotta be me i gotta take a pee if you stick a rubber tube up your urethra it gives you a headache just in case you were wondering eof carriage return carriage return line feed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahaha shift 1 Jane! Jane! get me off this thing!

"what are you doing here? who are you?"	gutliss (F/vermont)		Feb 25 1999 7:00PM EST
and i don't know what i am doing there nor who i am. i decide to play it cool and maybe i will get the orientation back before the Owner shows....so instead of yelling "where am i?" cool it and look around and you will find out approximately...you were not there for The Beginnning. you will not be there for The End...your knowledge of what is going on can only be supericial and relative...what do i know of this yellow blighted young junky face subsisting on raw opium? i tried to tell him " some ,morning you will wake with your liver in you lap" and how to process raw opium so it is not plain poison. but his eyes glaze over and he don't want to know. junkies are like that most of them them they don't want to know...and you can't tell them anything...a smoker doesn't want to know anything but smoke...and a heroin junky same way ...strictly the spike and any other route is Farina" i had to write a report on it and my teavcher said "good job describing a complex book" but it really is not all that complex becaseu everything is based on everyhting. the virus dehumanizes the human and becomes needy on the human needs and transversingly becomes more hguman its self. and reality/insanity intervine . and human-kind in charcater becomes the lowest life form. we are the most suicidal species. we sit and we kill ourselves but we fear death . \ "what are you thinking?"syas the squirming arerican tourist... to which i reply:"morphine have depresed my hypothalamus, seat of libido and emotion , and since the front of the brain acts only at second hand with back-brain titillation, being a vicarious type citizen can only get his kicks from behind, i must report virtual absence of cerebral event . i am aware of your presence, but since it has for me no affective connotation, my affect having been disconnect by the junk man for the nonpayment , i am not innarested in your doings...go or come, shit or fuck yourself witha rasp or an asp-tis well done and fitting for a queen -but the dead and the junky don't care" they are Inscrutable." peace.-gutliss

rock on burroughs	gutliss (F/vermont)		Feb 28 1999 1:01PM EST
Q....such figures as Ginsberg want to tranform the world by love and non-violence. Do you share this interest? A. most emphatically no. the people in power will not disappear voluntarily, giving flowers to the cops just isn't going to work. this thinking is fostered by the establishment; they like nothing more than love and non-violence. the only way i like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.-William S. Burroughs. man, rock on. "eat you animal crackers cause my mother told me so long ago if you eat your animal crackers, the children in europe won't starve anymore."~melanie~ happy birthday to the rain. love-gutliss.

GIANT!	Menhir81		Feb 28 1999 10:13PM EST
I feel a giant hammering on my brain hammering hammering hammering on my brain and my thoughts flow slow under the hammerblow drum beat drum beat light dim down low under the hammerblow drum beat drum beat and the things that I know just cannot let go under the hammerblow rumble thunder rumble hoar giant frost face red eye

on SILENCE and the Demogorgon (and which is which)	Menhir81		Mar 1 1999 11:53PM EST
I found to day as I sat and thank as I worked and moved and pushed and fought for justice and injustices and power and control and maximum space for maximum work (minimum effert gets you nowhere) Briefly SILENCE and the Deomgorgon which is which? is entertainment peacable? is silence enjoyable? can I have a sandwich? when can I get out? where is all the juice? who drank the juice? "I did" (I did) I did what is the rhythm? it doesn't mean much to you- SILENCE and the demogorgon why should it? it's not your poem, it's my poem, it's not your head, it's MINE! get out of my head! :pushes you away into my arms to hold you close and feel how much I hate to love you as I do: I whisper silently into your ear one last thought for today... mine

man, o man	gutliss (F/vermont)		Mar 2 1999 11:27AM EST
hey, i was in the led zepplin club and some guy said there was an interview with jimmy and burroughs, anyone heard of it? also, i was reading more burroughs stuff on the net the other day and he was tslking about the christian church and how as the facts are found out the church changes. as when they made everyone believe the earth was falt until it was proved other-wise when they saud, o, yah, it is round, we new it all along. i ver much agree with burroughs on this. i believe science will soon prove it all wrong. it proved adam and eve wrong, so adam and eve was made a "story" to tach a "lesson" by the pope. possibly when the timne machine is created, the story of creation will be truthfully seen and "god" will just turn into another "story" to teach another "moral". i personally believe the bible is a bunch of lies, a fairy tale. i had to go to christina religious education up until my mom got sick because she as a churchy person, so i know the beliefs and i believe they are bullshit. right now i am interssted in other religiojns, escepcally buddhaism because it deals with ego-centricity/society and getting out of ourself and having care for society, by being at peace with yourself, and that is what i need. terata, i visted your site and i think you are really funny and your site is really amzing, even though i didn't have a lot of time to view it. man, i am up early for myself, cause something bad is going on in my stomach that is not just natural aches, which are very excruciating pains that have waken me up early, and i like to sleep in until at least noon. well, school starts again tomorrow and i have to go write a paper about what new thing i learned in this hallacaust unit we did, and i have to writre three pages about learning that the teachers need to know more about what they teach than the students do, well, i really need to transfer to another school, hopeully a more arty school, though i don't think it will happen, cause things are just not challenging enough for me. much more trre-like power to you all to make the world a more breathable place to live in . peace-gutliss.

RE: uh OR dammit scrwed up last post... i think?	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Mar 3 1999 8:43PM EST
---elGORGO's Conundrum--- Tulips in an alley? Allusive illusions. Show me a flower, a blossom elGORGO, and upon this tongue flies shall surely set, but a digit directional brings a cellophaned hum from a peered shade. Inside, as a black woman dusts the binding guilts of apathy, sin swells on deep waves, building time, storing wrath until "Yes! Yes! Yes dammit! I need to oil those damn rusty swings lest their incessant squeal drive me sane!" Thankyou ELgorgo your Circle G of satire burns brightly on my forehead. Dammit! rick ;-)

scedule	Menhir81		Mar 4 1999 6:14PM EST
am I just clueless? (probably) or when is their a chat sceduled? (weekly) did we/you/they ever decide a concrete time/day? (certainly) and, could you fill me in? (eventually) thank you (deeply)
wolf walking through the city looking for something pretty to howl at... Arrrrrooooouuuuuwwwww!!! red alley cat all decked in lace and leather her name is Heather she's looking for her wolf here, kitty, kitty... Arrrrrooooouuuuuwwwww!!! full moon tonight

fruit	Menhir81		Mar 6 1999 1:48AM EST
I am too tired to compose a poem tonight, but, I would just like to point out that "borange" rhymes with "orange", as to what "borange" is, I do not care.

imploding shadows	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Mar 11 1999 2:38PM EST
thumping the spacing swamp of pause and punctuation, - unfooted Egyptian genius - vamping raw teeth biting blunt, the unfaithful lover ever lurking within shadows latent, naive spectral bubble preying. little word drips that trip slip into a puddle of pert hats, quirky notes. a mashed malt medley of leaky lint and brooding bread graying lines of fugitive matter scrawled in schizzy hues of once cellophaned hums from peered shades bend back the light of black women dusting the binding guilts of shelved apathy yellow brown pitted backyard swings squealing rhythmic chants of freedom timed to a fibred face ground drum pounded with sticks of hate and abuse swung with deep sin swelling waves, building time, storing wrath ignoring the neglectful lazy squealing pendulum rhythm feeding machine pendulum squealing machine pendulum droning squealing pendulum regulating inertia pendulum hypnotic pendulum controlling pendulum

Purple Mountain's Majesty	SkaVooMe (30s/M/MA, US of A Logo)		Mar 11 1999 2:43PM EST
As a scathing wind howls lost-time blues - in wet-letter notes unplugged and gray - through empty arms holding, waiting bare, painted upon canvas of bleach-white day, and stark brittle colors jut their jaws against cold invisible sinking claws, in a fluttering of wings i see you, there behind the wings, beyond the canvas. A coming hill before the promise of home, dissolving sense of tense and where. You fill the boot treked snow with Angel's wings, and lifeless limbs with foliage dreams, fountainhead of sweet scented streams of pollen washing across lush pink moss fields of tomorrow upon today. Drawled grape Monet promises pressed on lips keen, spring up inside of inside as I look at your presence more tangible than seen. Timeless before flows from a latent brook of us within subatomic expanses of infinite entries, exits, and windows emitting vibrant conception. Chances dimensionless, a convergence of roads unlimited under foot unassailable. A palpable pulse pounds possible through the crusted-ice degrees of now melting snow into magicked timbre runs: swelling, joining, building. An ancient melded lake of us - conjured across time and space - where nuns run nude, men where rouge, and books swim unencumbered. Fragile waverings soothed and tendered by ripples of harmonic overtones pooled gently into our conjoining agenda. Totality freely immersed and trued within this lake where I meet you.

Nova Mob	BINDA23 (M/DEAD CITY)		Apr 22 1999 2:18PM EDT
Your face pressed primary colours and there I sat swabbing its only a dream your mouth kept telling me your face ran sherbert fountains for your sliced eyes a man with blisters on his face kept tapping morse code how long can they lock out the blood stop it seeping through supermarket floorboards only a dream only a dream was the murmuring your mouth full speech thick with something sticky

Report #1 of Cutup Chat	alchemickal (34/M/seattle)		Apr 23 1999 11:49AM EDT
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song by Headrattle in key of C, accompanied by Men	Menhir81		Apr 26 1999 7:08PM EDT
(What follows is an actual conversation that I had, cut up a bit, and edited slightly. It strikes me rather well as a poem. Permission has been obtained from Headrattle to use his screen name and words. As for the Butthole Surfers...well...what they don't know won't hurt me.) HEADRATTLE: I would like to sing you a song. HEADRATTLE: It's a loveless hate! hEADRATTLE: And it goes about something like this. MENHIR81: Ok. MENHIR81: :listens: HEADRATTLE: This here song is about John W. Smokes. It is about being in lovethat'salovethat'sahatethat'salovelesshatethat'salovethat'salovelesslovethat'sahate that revolves around a hatelesslovelesshatethat'sahatethat'sahatethat'sahatethat'sahatethat'sahatethat'salove. HEADRATTLE: It is about the lovelesshatelesslovethatwashateandloveandhateandhateandloveandhatelessloveandlovelesshate. HEADRATTLE: It is also about his mother. MENHIR81: Ok. HEADRATTLE: And the lovelesshatelesslove and the hatelesslovelesshatelesslove that was his mother. HEADRATTLE: "Oh Johnny smoked!" MENHIR81: Ok. MENHIR81: :listens: HEADRATTLE: Just say that over and over and over and over and you have a Butthole Surfers song. MENHIR81: :gets out my harmonica: What's the key in? HEADRATTLE: With some cool guitar riffs in the background. MENHIR81: :plays a C: MENHIR81: Sing it to me, man. MENHIR81: And I will play along. MENHIR81: On my blues harp. HEADRATTLE: Then he breaks out into song! OH JOHNNY SMOKED! HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. HEADRATTLE: Oh Johnny smoked. MENHIR81: :works that blues harp: ................................................. MENHIR81: Hey man, can you tell me later? MENHIR81: I have to go. HEADRATTLE: Ok, screw you! MENHIR81: Hey, screw you too!

Getting Screwed By The Grim Reaper...............	DarqueMuse (38/F/VA)				Apr 29 1999 10:47AM EDT
.....Or... The Elusive Ultimate Orgasm \_/> alone in the garden of thou shalt not you whisper my name your coldness warms me touches my darkness thrills my pain makes me wait for your coming blackness bleeding red swirls in a brook it's three AM but I did not die again you whisper next time
I cannot write poetry..sharing my 4:45am insanity	DarqueMuse (195/F/SC)			May 1 1999 4:45AM EDT
The Damn Glass Slipper Didn't Fit \_/> thank you for your kindness your thoughtfulness once open a time Thank you for not being there for me when I needed you I had to find my own strength The bleeding has stopped