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Created by: ophelias_rue

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Circumspection

We waltzed, t�te � t�te sans amoureux, we both know;
Explanation avoidance, historicity unnecessary, the effects show.
Nothing crossed that�d been etched in concrete or sands
Trackless, unstated, side stepped certainty, unploughed lands.

Hypothetical, after introspection, careful circumspection;
Witnesses provide no explanation; had treachery and deception,
Been topics of discussion, indiscernible, would evade perception.
Postulations about populations stated, singularity the certainty.

Well wishes exchanged, familial inquiries laid, departing made;
Considerations stranded, conditions exhausted, now folded hands.
Colorless discussion, no black displayed, no white left un-greyed;
Evidence obscured or sunken softly, midst conversational marshlands.

� Amanda 2011
11/29/2011

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Jersey Pre-School

Obsoive Spotinzky

See how dis mutt runs.

See how dis mongrel frolics.

A puppy our boy.

Is he on the take?

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As it's now fast approaching christmas....

Rudolph the red-cock reindeer had a very shiny knob.
And if you ever saw him, he would stick it in your gob.
All of the other reindeer, used to wank and call him names,
They,never let poor Rudolph, join in any sex games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say:
"Rudolph with your knob so bright,
Wont you do my arse tonight?"
Then all the reindeer loved him as they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red-cock reindeer, you should do pornography......!

Author Unknown. :party

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Yhe untold tale of Robin Hood and his merry men.
Author unknown.

You've heard the tale of Robin Hood,
And how he did the poor people good,
But theres more to this famous story,
Of Sherwood Forests pride and glory.

At night when all the robbing was done,
Robin and his men would have some fun,
In fact it would be fair to say,
That the merry men were rather gay.

As Little John starts to unwind,
Robin takes him from behind,
As they frolic in the grass,
Robin rams it up his arse.

One night while they were all at play.
A gorgeous fair maiden came their way,
She sauntered up to Friar Tuck,
and said "I'm Marion, Wanna Fuck?"

The friar couldn't believe his ears,
"She's offering sex to us old queers",
While he recovered from the shock,
Robin presented her his cock.

The three old men all had abash,
As Marion's clothes came off in a flash,
For Marion this was sheer bliss,
as they filled her in every orifice.

When all was done she gave a whine,
"Thank you boys for a lovely time,
But for your pleasure you must all pay,
I've got the POX so have a nice day."

"Now listen love", said Friar Tuck,
"We don't really give a fuck,
The laughs on you silly cow,
We all have AIDS, so who's fucked now?

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"As i lay me down to sleep
i pray for a man who's not a creep.
one who's handsome, smart and strong,
Who's not afraid to admit when he's wrong.
One who thinkgs before he speaks,
When he promises to call, he doesn't wait six weeks.
Pulls out my chair and opens my doors,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind,
Know what to say when i ask how fat is my behind.
One who'll love till my bodies a'itchin,
He brings ME a sandwhich too, when
he goes to the kitchen.
I pray that this man will love me like no other,
and relish visits to my mother!"

Love it!

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Created by: ophelias_rue

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does away with surprise

it's over girl
i miss you but feck fouk fuck
what the hell is wrong with you
i would really like to know

but the interest in it
has faded
and so

*shrug* time for you to go.

� Amanda 2011
12/5/2011

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Created by: ophelias_rue

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The Moment

I wanted to tell you

how much I love you already,

and the moment that I knew it.

I laughed with you and others;

but you so touched my heart
when I told you of the moon,
and you got up and ran outside
to see it, just because I had.

(you)

� Amanda 2011
12/6/2011

_____ . _____

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Violets are blue
Roses are pink
Daisies are white
And marigolds stink

:orglaugh

� Jeffie 2011

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Created by: Selkie

12/6/11 @ 11:38am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00

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Pull back my head
teach me to breath
open my senses
taste my jade spring

Bind me by gazing
caress me slow
swallow my sighs
drink my white snow

For all that you give
Pleasure and lust
my body responds
with a nourishing gush
___________________

So long from now
this moment in mist
will you fondly recall
drinking spit, milk, and ****?

I wrote that a long time ago

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12/7/11 @ 1:57am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00

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My answer is still a resounding
YES!!!!

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Created by: ophelias_rue

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Hopeful Gmail

I don't want to intimidate you.

Stimulate is good,
laughter is better.

I am a 'Berliner' joke, wry, painful, and in its finish sadly accepting.

I haven't slept through midnight PST in ages,
waiting up to make sure someone else made it home safely.
So awfully silly,
Berlin at its best.

*kisses*

Have a wonderful day lovely woman; make the world your own.

Amanda

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Created by: suggs

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Roses are red,
Violets are red,
The grass is red..
Shit the garden`s on fire!

:orglaugh

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Created by: ophelias_rue

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circle

song in my day

photograph

water

i looked and did it so hard,

and the circle led me to this;

If you want to become whole,
let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight,
let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full,
let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn,
let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything,
give everything up.

Life

eh?

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Created by: ophelias_rue

12/10/11 @ 11:25am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Words of Love

We sat together and talked about the routines of days; and of nails, and hair, and what works with what. She asked �What happened with that girl you�ve written so much about? Is she still?� I looked down at my hands, my polish is the same as the girl we were now speaking of had worn; I long to change it but instead have let it go until it�s almost what the girl had called �Casually Chipped and Ignored�.

�Don�t ever fall in love with a writer�, I replied, avoiding the answers by sliding to one side in the conversation.

�Why?� she inquired of me, tilting her head to the side with a slight furrow of concern folding between her eyes. Her mouth moved to tighten slightly and I knew that I should avoid details about my longing.

�We are merciless, and relentless.�

�But they will shower me with sweet words.� She smiled happily, brightening the light for a moment.

�Yes;�

�and that is so little;�
�and I�ve discovered a truth.�

�Words and love are nothing,�

�put them together and it�s a disaster.�

�You should use that!�

�I live it.�

We chattered on for a while, about events, occurrences, sightings; but the sunlight had moved while we had spoken, the tea had gone cold; and the sweet softness of her voice finally faded.

� Amanda 2011
12/10/2011

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Created by: dudley_do_ride

12/11/11 @ 1:15pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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The Game of the Eyes

If your sleep is troubled by visions of one beauty, and you want it to return again to dreams of your work, as it should be. If she dominates your fantasies, instead of your schemes of world domination...

You can try the game of the eyes.

You see, most women hold their power over you with their eyes. Oh you may think it is their charm, or their boobies, or their curves in general - but no, our research shows that it is all in the eyes. They don't even need to show their eyes, they can simply look cool in dark sunglasses and it is all the same.

Ah but the man is a squirrely beast. He can be put off by the most trivial of annoyances, the most mild of oddities.

So the solution is simple. While dreaming, take control, feel the control and savor it. Then take her right eye, her right eye, not yours, and make it wander. That's all. Make one eye point to the right and one to the left. You will instantly feel her control greatly weaken.

Good... good... now you can really damage her pull. Make her eyes cross. If you are really good you will now be able to make her tongue pop out so she looks like one of those pysche out tribesmen of the East African veldt.

I think you can take it from there. Before long you will again be master of your temple. And she, ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaa, she will be dealing with eyes on springs!!!

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Created by: dudley_do_ride

12/11/11 @ 1:41pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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BAD SANTA GONNA GIT YOU

HE'S COMING FOR ALL YOUR THINGS

YOU'D BETTER NOT FALL ASLEEP

CAUSE HE'LL TERRORIZE YOUR DREAMS.

BAD SANTA IS GONNA WASTE YOU

AND CARRY OFF YOUR SPOUSE

THEN HE'S GONNA EAT YOUR KIDS AND SET FIRE TO YOUR HOUSE!

BAD SANTA IS COMING!!!

YOU ARE ON HIS LENGTHY LIST!!!

YOU'D BETTER HOPE HE GIVES YOU COAL

CAUSE IT'S THE LAST GIFT YOU'LL EVER SEE

BAD SANTA!!! BAD SANTA!!! BAD FUCKING SANTA!!!

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Created by: ophelias_rue

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LOLOL *woof* *giggle* *snort* *slobber* *woof* hahahaha *cough* heheh *woof* HAHAHAHA

you will always be my (BAD.SANTA) Dudley *giggle* *crossed eyes* *BOING* hahaha *woof*

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Created by: dudley_do_ride

12/11/11 @ 4:23pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Yes yes I know... it is not enough... The pull is so strong on you from these sirens that you need more... more tips on how to survive.

Well I have so many. Here is an important one.

Consider time. Right after you have had a hot hot hot encounter with one of our vixens, you are both, you and the vixen, both susceptible. There are changes in your bodies so strong that you can measure them. You have changed to match her key. Her chemical key. Her visual key. Her audio key.

Fortunately for you, your encounter was remote. For the time being at least you are not susceptible to her scent, her pheromes. Her powers have definite limits imposed by the medium.
You need that advantage, you weak and hopeless thing. Her pheromes are formidable and would have started even more profound changes in you.

But the good news, the important thing, is that time enters. As soon as you log off. Her power starts to decay away. Your mind starts to forget. Your cells start to reshape themselves to the loose and easy form they had before you entered her field.

So the trick is simple. Maximize the time before you return again to her den. Oh you want to see her again. You blood boils. Your mind is feverish. But pull her head shot open only on the live chat page. Pause. Stop your finger from clicking you into the whirlpool. Instead, open her bio page. Oh her pictures are hot, and may trigger you into some kind of .... release. But they are just pictures. You can deal with pictures. You can do your coping exercises with pictures. The eye trick, the nickname drill, the chants, the drinking games, the nit picking drill.

Oh she may write you an email. And you may answer. But this is so much easier to deal with than her ... presence. In your email you can claim that you have been picked for that position you have been telling her about in Antartica and will be cut off for the next 3 months from all human contact. You can give her a false name so that her next emails seem to be sent to someone else, someone with a different name.

When many weeks later you finally wander into her room, and she asks to be alone with you, tell her that you are still waiting for the right time. It is true after all. Soon she will barely remember you. You will have forgotten whether her nipples are innies or outies. And you will have passed the test. Another milestone on the Way has been accomplished!

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Created by: suggs

12/12/11 @ 4:07pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Seasonal poem - author unknown.

I made myself a snowman, as perfect as can be
I thought id keep it as a pet so let it sleep with me
I made it some pyjamas and a pillow for its head
Last night the bastard melted and pissed the fuckin' bed.

:party

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Created by: ophelias_rue

12/13/11 @ 9:01am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Damn

Cried last night over spilled soup.

Had spent the day making it.

Shopped and took what I invented with my own wit.
Tomatoes, chicken stock, baby zucchini, carrots;
oh orange half-moons of carrot; shallots and garlic;
a lovely large deep green mildly spicy pepper,
to yield its passion and heat. Frozen containers
of tomato sauce I'd laid in this summer; Dutch creamer
tiny white potatoes, not a bite complete with each.

My black and white; ground peppers black red and yellow;
and the pillar I might yet become, a small tower of salt,
from the wide shores of France, the heart of my soul.

I made a very large amount, a gallon by crowd's count.
Served it steaming hot, with baguette toasted lightly brown,
and buttered for my loved ones around.

Meal ended and cleared, soup cooled and ready for the cold
where I store in winter's folds. Lifted the remaining half,
pot held tight, balanced in hands, placed carefully
on granite stone (stone's name Lady Dream, makes me moan)
freed one hand to grasp my large lovely wooden ladle;
and my strength failed.

Tear'd eyes I cried.

� Amanda 2011
12/13/2011

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