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    Thread: American sexx

    1. #1
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      Default American sexx

      from across the floor
      crowded by dancers
      an electric floor
      think john travolta
      as tony manero
      they exchanged looks
      first his; a glance
      and if not a glance; a gesture
      of hyper indifference
      an exaggerated stare
      of disconcert...
      then hers; a solemn gaze
      and if not solemn
      then call it contempt
      and then nothing, for an
      hour or more
      then suddenly in unison
      they approached one another
      he, in a hopscotch fashion
      looking like a poptart
      freed from its cage
      her, crawling with one foot
      in the air
      like a dog fixing to piss
      him; like a harlem daughter
      in a sidewalk show
      minus the corn rows
      and cool finesse..
      then they meet at the center
      the music was jammimg;
      rock the boat by hues corporation
      "I'm mike" he stroked her hair
      she swatted his hand
      "I'm carol, goodbye!"
      and then ten years pass...
      mike has children, a wife
      three neat boys
      and the wife dies
      (or we're left to assume)
      carol has girls..one two three
      two real cute..the other Jan
      their father left…
      made one right and kept on going
      and the carol and mike
      on a night like that
      (the one I just mentioned)
      met at the discotechue
      and humped in the bathroom
      but it wasn't that fast...
      first they danced..
      and then they drank
      mike had rye and carol had scotch
      then mike put his thumb
      in carol's ass
      at first she got mad
      but then she got excited
      so she gave mike head
      then they humped by a toilet
      …and that's the way
      they became the BRADY BUNCH

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      Quote Originally Posted by Stephen_Pearcy View Post
      You weren't thinking, you were feeling it, baby, and that's what you need to do, just grab on to that lightning bolt and ride it through the sky, letting the wind blow through your hair and rip your clothes to shreds, aw, man, that'd be fuckin hot, tattered T hanging over T-Tay, ooooo, man, just feel it, baby, yeah, that's what I'm saying, daddy needs a new calendar for his motorcycle garage

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      The form of explaining "him, then her" back and forth imitates the manner in which the opening credits explain the story (except the show does her first). The rest of it didn't do much for me, but nice fanfic.

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      blow me, Cuntplum


      a spontaneous ode to spontaneous confusion, not open to criticism

      He was a right gift to the world
      like a good void
      decaying to open the future
      like Sputnik
      drowning in the village pool
      like afros pumped with plasticine gods
      He was pungent/sacred/post-coital angry
      and Arthur, because you know too well,
      the sorrow & immediately often & after Me,
      the pesky "Another"
      the one and only true ruse
      with its intricate semblance.
      yet vastly unknown,
      the orb in your doorbell
      is alive !
      ...eating bing cherries
      and mocking the knocker
      that's nailed to your door
      he's spitting the pits in your shoes
      why are you shoes on the stoop???????
      because…STOP..don't answer
      I don’t care about your shoes..I'm just saying
      I am confused..emoted..heinous & lofty!
      like taffy nipples
      like fraudulent caresses
      across typical titties
      I'm adorably crafty in the winter
      or so they tell me
      or like experience slow-drawing
      from a snow packed pipe
      and billows of dreams to unfurl...
      into the ether
      particles exploring their inward matters
      paths of colors
      …..well, not exactly!
      & when Specific felt emotional, i danced
      with precision
      that's crafty..winter or not <-- who asked you?!?!
      you did!
      & when Sincerity listened, I moped
      in the vapors
      there's a cosmic troubadour
      longing for meadows
      and a slouching anomaly that sleeps
      in my haircut
      all true!!
      all Me !! <-- not true, the anomaly is Arthur
      how right you be! but fuck you too!
      stay out of my poem and let me be!
      and so They left; uptight & vaguely rational,
      on unicycles..
      on vehicles used for capital punishment
      ...Chevy Chevettes & Dodge Omnis
      AMC Hornets & pinto beans
      that's not a car!?!?! <--fuck you I'm hungry
      every so often I event
      my down responses,
      boring the blanket above us;
      revealing a Spirit's eye,
      blind to its own heritage..below
      for Utterance, like responses,
      one's relationship fears the only outcome
      so that queerity suspends this longing
      & the sounds of chimneys
      deploying a signal
      ………..calling for orgy
      calling to offer you a new subscription
      to the New York Times
      to the Dream Association of Free Trade <-- who subscribes to that?
      Benjamin Peret…and Mister Rogers
      before he died and left us lonely
      but your weakness becomes my umbrella
      spade that otter! neuter that weasel!
      & that some "body up" like emotional computers
      like here & abound , cyborgs explore
      in backwards fashion, they snake through operas
      like overt phantoms - like pendulous erections
      and if editors too verbal to replicate gestures
      endorse their feelings for silver pencils
      a human document is sadly avoided
      evaded movements move to "another"
      the rollercoaster is now null & void….
      what does that mean?
      ask Arthur - it's his theory
      ….but not now. this my poem
      the web of uncertainty stretches the plains
      buy Eureka buy Eureka!
      a vacuum cleaner is a tool of survival
      & if we're left to clean up their babka
      & if surges of lethargy cavort; urgency shrivels!
      a simple emotion undoes the frequency!
      cameras in the ether crumble
      ….like a new rain
      like a rain that captures the corruption
      in clouds! in eyeballs surrounding
      the government mountains!
      captures the essence of a dying world
      then call on Eureka
      1- 800 - WE EUREKA
      operators are standing by
      the cooler
      the toilet waiting for a splatter
      oh diarrhea! oh government luncheons
      I'm learning to think like an abstract Moyle
      stitch that penis! park that Honda
      somebody pinch me…I love my Toyota!

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      I really do like your writings, Harnk. Haha, in regards to the first, I wish that was how it really went down.

      The second feels like I've been watching commercials all day long.

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      Yeah, what I said was hardly criticism but keep get more defensive.

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      Quote Originally Posted by Abel View Post
      Yeah, what I said was hardly criticism but keep get more defensive.
      you're rather transparent, boyo.

      it'd be easier if you just put your cards on the table, to avoid this exhausting foreplay.


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