Angelina Jolie and Andy

Unsaddled perverseness mixed with salt,
and I assure you dear none of this is my fault.

What is or is not brandished mixed with pepper,
or what's ah-ah-Ah naughty with girls who will let her.


My greatest enemy, another poet casual with words,
maybe one who chooses words with no finesse.
(very unlike me...)

Casual interactions and their affairs,
causing the others on the outside to pull their hairs.

Pullin' those hairs like a bald man,
but you do what you can...

To the Reader:

MILF's abroad enjoy my work,
but I can't say the same about you

Chalices unbantered soothe the steamship,
yet who are you to challenge me ?

The pine Elk grows and grows upward - where to ?
where to see, is what we see... and it will come soon...

Apparently I'm in an inquisitive frame-of-mind,
do you mind ?

(To the Reader: Do you like or dislike question-marks in poetry ?? ... me, I don't like them... I like strategic logic and telltale tattlesigns or something like in in what I peruse (read: "read"...)

I like how a certain "thing" is illustrated with beautiful language shining bright and tickling my tits with it's tongue, of beautiful language of course, and also evoking a magnificent spirit from within me being perfect itself with charming poise and trajecture...

Chandeliers combined with microwaves produce wavelengths of a wide spectrum,
and driving through the city late at night rattles potholes akin to our awakenings "late at night"

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Her lines were "cleaner"...

Chalices unbantered soothe the steamship,
yesterday is nothing of a provocative spirit.

To me, personally, the whomp of a bat spins my soul,
but for who is foretold by the winding of a hamster wheel ??

Only the hamster.

Or maybe a rat,
or a gerbil,
or a gerbil up your ass, that's disgusting !!
Shocking !!!

Do NOT post that on a blogspot.com account, certainly, any day
You must be careful with your blogspot account,
never insult bald relatives, or gay individuals, ok?

(gay faggots)

Of Course I Didn't Rape Her...

From the man who writes you soliloquies here comes a symphony of alphabet-soup for you to enjoy...

Chick Chick Chick --chicka chick-ah-- chicken noodle soup for the soul... and poetry for the mind too...

Our intercranial atmosphere up top is integral to our wellbeing and functionality...

Enigma. Transcendence. Perfidity.

Classy nomenclatures at their best in our world,
how we do it good. better. best.

Tonight, Tonight
are you ok with that ?? c u l8r...

The thing I like about poetry is that it doesn't have to be a certain way, instead it can be profane or sexy - you can write about a fit girl "shaking it" and moving her body like at a dance club, with guys watching her...

Poetry can be evil - it can be about raping a younger cousin (obviously in jest, only an idiot would see it as truth...)

Deftones - Sextape

"Two girls cast love spells and chase each other through time, space and dimension on a Friday night in their bedroom."

http://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=f0pdwd0miqs

"The Shocker"

Bombshell comes as a Sad Shock, people, we have a shocker on our hands, like when you do that thing with your hand called "The Shocker" - remember ?? "Two in the Pink; One in the Stink" - when you do that on your girlfriend...

Me I never have - I like to keep it caual... like pleasantly aware a beautiful female likes it sweet - simply sweet, and pleasant too - with nothing inappropriate - of course not !!!

Rub on her feet with maybe some back-rubbing and rubbing and rubbing, and rubbing some more - it seems like there's a lot of rubbin' goin' on - well please allow the rub-rub-rub trend to continue with something perhaps a tad more intimate and you'll both be happy...

But - TRUST ME - on the "Shocker"...

FOR LATRENDA !!!

black girls are the butter that hold the toast to the knife,
they are like the sauce that holds the spice to the noodle

I'm just like that in your kitten-kaboodle...

I dig your drawing like a young preschooler with a blob for Mom
Like a designer camosile for the new wife who's a teacher

so you know a girl-of-a-girl I'd surely like to meet her
Like I'm always asking girls if they have any single friends !!!

oh ho ho ho, there's some pathetic truth right there
my dear,
deary-deary darling do you like sparkling water ???

Like Poland Springs or Perrier, I can treat you to a restaurant,
my dear LaTrenda...

ARE YOU A BIG SPENDA ??? - I surely hope not,
because I'm a penny pinching man of moderation...

I'm one of bedazzling any followers,
and tickling your body with flowers

Tickle. Tickle. Feel the petals,
on your stomach around your belly  button  *wink*

GOODBYE LATRENDA I WANT YOU TO LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST !!!

Fight Club quote

"Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer."