Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Now I need a shower.
Or at least a good hosing.
i think i need a shower after that exchange!
Jeremy, i know i own one of those back pockets, but i'm not sure which, so Marc will have to decide left or right. i suppose i'd be willing to share a pocket, but it appears Gita's already staked her claim on you.
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Well, that's the idea, isn't it?
That was a good idea--however--after you had it--I had to leave due to the fact that I was pale as a ghost & sick as a dog. Very bad day Wednesday was--gross! Maybe I would have puked all over you! But it looks like you had some fun anyhow!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley B.E. I was wondering what happened to you.
I thought your wildish ways finally got you axed from the board. hehe
Save some spittle for me. It makes great lubrication.
The way I felt Wednesday I wish the axe had fallen, nicely & cleanly, and unselfishly severed my head.
I have lots of nice yellowy spit going on - it's stickier than normal spit! Makes for longer lasting lubrication!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Not to jinx this whole thing, really, but I have noticed that the mods must not actually come into this forum like AT ALL because we'd all be booted from PJ camp if they did LOL.
And BE, the best lubrication can only be provided naturally, so it appears you have the advantage over anyone ELSE hot after our lovely RBO'R.
He's a tree now. LOVE it.
Hope all feels better and that the spits turn clear.
and you may keep my apparently legendary garrulousness my dearest Radar. It has haunted me for far too long.
But I get it on Mondays.
Luck to you and your women.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2 Not to jinx this whole thing, really, but I have noticed that the mods must not actually come into this forum like AT ALL because we'd all be booted from PJ camp if they did LOL.
And BE, the best lubrication can only be provided naturally, so it appears you have the advantage over anyone ELSE hot after our lovely RBO'R.
He's a tree now. LOVE it.
Hope all feels better and that the spits turn clear.
and you may keep my apparently legendary garrulousness my dearest Radar. It has haunted me for far too long.
But I get it on Mondays.
Luck to you and your women.
Thanks setaside2 (I spelled it right!)
Trees are my friends!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
(hope you don't mind, mr. radar, sir... i really do like this one... and well, since you're gone... i think... if you don't mind... i'm going to maybe kinda pick up where you kinda like, left off, and stuff?)
love-
his love
is on my lips
budding them
into a red violet.
it is my fault
i shouldn't have hugged
him
when
he
came home from wherever
he's
been. i shouldn't have shared my joy with
him
when
his
frown was in bloom.
i should stop my joy
from now on.
love-
his love
is on my legs,
limping my walk.
i shouldn't have burned
his
toast at dinner.
i'll make it golden next time. golden like
he
likes it. golden like
his face so long ago...like my name on his lips...my body in his hands...
his hands.
in them.
their hold much tighter now.
hardtobreath.
love-
his love
is on me
like a map.
must wear a sweater in july.
so nobody knows where i am.
i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have...
i shouldn't be writing this.
he
might think i don't love
his love.
(i have no idea how you wrote this... who gave you the key to the backdoor of the way my life used to be... but i think it's a common enough experience out there... so common and so incredibly ignored and unspoken that it seems like it really is her fault... fuckers... anyway... if you don't mind, sir... i'm going to add a few more of my favorites you didn't post... sheesh, i hope that's ok by you... anyway... yeah... enjoy vegas ya big galoot...)
I need to be happier but I don't remember
learning that in school I want to hang myself
from a rainbow and let the calm breeze tear
me apart I mentioned this to the zombie and
she was embarrassed and started to cry and I
felt bad for being so neat hatred lives hatred
dies hartred lives in homicides so I let her
go ahead and covert me to evil so now
you have to be nice to me or die
Hey setaside2, I know he was gone but I happend to be viewing this section & found our high roller taking a peek, so, in typical B.E. fashion---I had to give 'er a bump--know wha I mean luv?
I still wonder what all those god damn smart people are thinking about
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley "Homeless Love"
Summer dumpster sex is a blissful adventure.
Dilated diapers and moist French fry containers
announce a putrescent essence for our venture
into tongue-thick embraces. My teeth contain her
Gasps and laughs as she grasps my mouth in hers. Bird shit
icing cakes the corners of our bed chamber, and
among our sheets: cantaloupe skulls, pork bones, egg piths.
Still, all I smell and taste is her. She takes my hand
Licks off the dirt, the day, halts me in this turning
world. There is no trouble here; no hurt, shame, or law.
Just recycled love from two fresh blossoms burning
in their own simple fires and not sweating at all.
I nibble a kiss, breathe her in, and softly say,
"Thank God the garbage man isn't coming today."
couldn't we all stand a little more of this in our lives?
i couldn't resist, i needed to see this thread back on top
Originally posted by tenaciousA (hope you don't mind, mr. radar, sir... i really do like this one... and well, since you're gone... i think... if you don't mind... i'm going to maybe kinda pick up where you kinda like, left off, and stuff?)
love-
his love
is on my lips
budding them
into a red violet.
it is my fault
i shouldn't have hugged
him
when
he
came home from wherever
he's
been. i shouldn't have shared my joy with
him
when
his
frown was in bloom.
i should stop my joy
from now on.
love-
his love
is on my legs,
limping my walk.
i shouldn't have burned
his
toast at dinner.
i'll make it golden next time. golden like
he
likes it. golden like
his face so long ago...like my name on his lips...my body in his hands...
his hands.
in them.
their hold much tighter now.
hardtobreath.
love-
his love
is on me
like a map.
must wear a sweater in july.
so nobody knows where i am.
i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have...
i shouldn't be writing this.
he
might think i don't love
his love.
(i have no idea how you wrote this... who gave you the key to the backdoor of the way my life used to be... but i think it's a common enough experience out there... so common and so incredibly ignored and unspoken that it seems like it really is her fault... fuckers... anyway... if you don't mind, sir... i'm going to add a few more of my favorites you didn't post... sheesh, i hope that's ok by you... anyway... yeah... enjoy vegas ya big galoot...)
Originally posted by tenaciousA (hope you don't mind, mr. radar, sir... i really do like this one... and well, since you're gone... i think... if you don't mind... i'm going to maybe kinda pick up where you kinda like, left off, and stuff?)
I'm sueing you for copyright infringement. Expect a letter from my attorney. See you in court.
Comments
Animals are a great comfort.
Except when they poo.
so, i should be a good doggie mom to my step doggie
maybe a trip to magnuson park and alot of butt sniffing will make him happy.
as for me, i'd rather be enjoying the wonderful aroma of your body after we make
sweet
sweet love and
I HEAR the Earth move under my feet.
opps, did i say that outloud.
i should probubly go take a shower now.
wish i had some scooby snacks
It won't be aromatic.
No baba, you don't understand at all.
Stick my nose right in your arm pit!! When you love someone, they smell great all the time.
Pheremones, whatever, all i can say is..............
just to have the chance to get stinky with you, well might as well be touched by Jesus, same difference.
Or at least a good hosing.
i think i need a shower after that exchange!
Jeremy, i know i own one of those back pockets, but i'm not sure which, so Marc will have to decide left or right. i suppose i'd be willing to share a pocket, but it appears Gita's already staked her claim on you.
what the fuck am i talking about???
That was a good idea--however--after you had it--I had to leave due to the fact that I was pale as a ghost & sick as a dog. Very bad day Wednesday was--gross! Maybe I would have puked all over you! But it looks like you had some fun anyhow!
I thought your wildish ways finally got you axed from the board. hehe
Save some spittle for me. It makes great lubrication.
The way I felt Wednesday I wish the axe had fallen, nicely & cleanly, and unselfishly severed my head.
I have lots of nice yellowy spit going on - it's stickier than normal spit! Makes for longer lasting lubrication!
And BE, the best lubrication can only be provided naturally, so it appears you have the advantage over anyone ELSE hot after our lovely RBO'R.
He's a tree now. LOVE it.
Hope all feels better and that the spits turn clear.
and you may keep my apparently legendary garrulousness my dearest Radar. It has haunted me for far too long.
But I get it on Mondays.
Luck to you and your women.
BTW, Mr. 2.
Words haunt you.
Silence haunts me. Silence and spiders.
Thanks setaside2 (I spelled it right!)
Trees are my friends!
Aw! Gee! Thanks! I'd hug all the trees if only my arms would reach around the world.
Remember: Trees bark, but they don't bite.
That's ok, I've got enough bite!---even more than Barq!
love-
his love
is on my lips
budding them
into a red violet.
it is my fault
i shouldn't have hugged
him
when
he
came home from wherever
he's
been. i shouldn't have shared my joy with
him
when
his
frown was in bloom.
i should stop my joy
from now on.
love-
his love
is on my legs,
limping my walk.
i shouldn't have burned
his
toast at dinner.
i'll make it golden next time. golden like
he
likes it. golden like
his face so long ago...like my name on his lips...my body in his hands...
his hands.
in them.
their hold much tighter now.
hardtobreath.
love-
his love
is on me
like a map.
must wear a sweater in july.
so nobody knows where i am.
i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have...
i shouldn't be writing this.
he
might think i don't love
his love.
(i have no idea how you wrote this... who gave you the key to the backdoor of the way my life used to be... but i think it's a common enough experience out there... so common and so incredibly ignored and unspoken that it seems like it really is her fault... fuckers... anyway... if you don't mind, sir... i'm going to add a few more of my favorites you didn't post... sheesh, i hope that's ok by you... anyway... yeah... enjoy vegas ya big galoot...)
I need to be happier but I don't remember
learning that in school I want to hang myself
from a rainbow and let the calm breeze tear
me apart I mentioned this to the zombie and
she was embarrassed and started to cry and I
felt bad for being so neat hatred lives hatred
dies hartred lives in homicides so I let her
go ahead and covert me to evil so now
you have to be nice to me or die
~tweety...
rot
heres waht pain i have for this word
torcher is to be in love with hell
a girl so beautiful taught to hide
inside a shell
cant keep
swallowed me
gave my all
i gave bullets
you see
first love poison
eternal rat inside the cage
defend beauty i defend grace
i defend myself
when haste is everything
im drunk
Hi Radar! How you been?
I sincerely hope he has that crown and coke.
YO baba me foine lad, is aboot time ya showed buck up.
I still wonder what all those god damn smart people are thinking about
LOL
hee hee. Just foolin roun'
What are the smart people thinking about...........
probubly love is what i am thinking
couldn't we all stand a little more of this in our lives?
i couldn't resist, i needed to see this thread back on top
i cant resist either.
i want to be on top.
lick me clean baby.
I'm sueing you for copyright infringement. Expect a letter from my attorney. See you in court.
PS Wear something skimpy.
the judge on synergy's message pit it that ass from The Wall
"i sentence you to be exposed before your peers...."
night, yo!