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sometimes i feel sex
not when i been stoned and drunk

an gone home tired

I feel it most when I am beat.
When I know I can not live through another night with out __________fill in the blank for any woman that thinks like Lou Salome. It is only at times like that

that that that

I can forget how ludicrous I find sex. A dam good monkey humping a joke,

but I at least I am a better man then that sick bastard ST. I don't laugh at ball slap anymore.

oh alexander got rejected
but not dejected
in fact elated
to be congratulated
on his fine rejection slip

dag nabit jimboloco where is your compassion
you got to cut the man some slack
all that swinging meat.
why just the other day we was chatting on about something serious like death and he let slip that he had an eighty inch putz. Funny thing about Z's recent november's post on visual, there was one of a guy with a cock that looked like a Hebrew National Salami. I went over today to take another look at the painting to see if a-death might have been the guy posing. but it was gone, or maybe I imagined the whole thing latent homo sexual that I am got dam me they ought to take a rope and hang me, sarcasm scares me, what else have I caught from crazy mike? oh schmimm, damish I am so of surfermike the best slurred typist this side of litkicks. Yahhimbe maschwimbe, if it works in the hug don't need no help. Faint heart never won fair lady.

it is a serious business broken hearts, I don't know about you Geoff, but I dropped out of the rat race. I have solipsized my last vagina, just leaving a blank space, I wish I could help you, I mean at the least I should not make creul jokes about your ambiguities A-deathman. Your confusion. I sure hope you find happiness in work and love, it beats the hell out of the problems of a mid list author. But what do I know? Never even been a has been. Keep on writting brother parsons. I really am going to try and read your email. Truth be told I am sober as a judge tonight, but I got to go out and buy those fine Canadian Cigarettes I am deathly addicted to.

If you can't have love, what is enough? bitter fame, the russian poet said.

this old guy told me a lady said to him, "I wanna sample of urine."

He said, "I'd like a sample of yourn too!"

Last nite at work I finished giving report to Vilna, then got up so Marian could give report to Vilna. Marian says, "Ooh this seat is still warm!"

I says, "It's almost like you were sitting in my lap!"

She goes, "Oh, thAT'S TOO CUTE!"

Vilna is embarrassed, but cools it.

I reach for my wallet, it's a 20 an a single.
I says, "I ain't gonna give you 20, here's a dollar," and
pretend to try stuffing it down her scrub top, just clowning around.

She says, "Don't ever change!"

(Don't worry I won't, you Republican chickenhawk, I love ya tho. )

Gees , I got a sigmoidoscopy, I was watching myself on the tv screen, I am thinking, this feels like I've got my head up my ass!

Don't wanna even talk about my first prostate exam. Forgetaboutit!

A-Death said

I went for quite a spell between women during some real down years.

next month will make twenty six years, quite a long spell.

Jimboloco said

Forgetaboutit!

That is what i have done.

So I listen to the music.

Don't wanna even talk about my first prostate exam. Forgetaboutit!

Say big buddy I was just thinking about you, I just posted some sexist nonsense to wireman about ob/gyn doctors with small hands.

It got me thinking about the blessings of a proctolgist with small hands.

I would be happy to tell you about my little exam in Dallas the year my DOT medical certificate expired and I was on my way to Milwaukee Oregon and could not get back to my regular big texas doctor with fingers like hebrew national salamis. So there she is a heavenly vision in white. Petite blonde all american girl, ya know I suppose I am under sexed or somethng because I wasn't looking forward to it. But she had souch dainty little fingers, they were not his fingers, but they were such nice fingers. But I was so fat I wasn't feeling very vain about my body, so I almost fled, I think she must have seen me glance towards the exit. The next thing I was in the exam room. I was sucking up my gut pretty good when she tald me to drop my drawers. Oh man, I was feeling shriveled in the loins, made a joke about "I used to be circumsized." She said, "Its the weight." Later back at work I didn't want to talk about it. But it was a good thing to know my glands were ok. She was in there up to her elbow, I think she held it in her hand and gave it a squeeze. I was pretty got damned humiliated, but I felt pretty good about being healthy.

j
just say hijack

ah j...
i know of what you speak

just yesterday
we were
sitting at breakfast

he was focused on his plate
and i was focused on him.

i was staring at his lips
and i wanted him.

he stretched and his leg touched mine
and i wanted him more.

i shifted in my chair
trying to quell for just a few more moments
the heat taking over my body
because i wanted to drink him in some more
before i let him know... what i wanted.

and i watched his hands,
how they were resting on the table
and i began to ache the good ache
at the thought of his fingers against my skin
caressing me.
oh i wanted him.

i looked up
and he was looking back
and he smiled
and i rose
and i moved over to him
and i climbed him
and i felt his lips
and we...

...mmmmmm
i love breakfast.

I got a new sock puppet for christmas

We got a herd of security moms
Woe is us
So much womb thinking going on
Looking for a leader with

five testicles

Women got so much more to think with then us poor wombless men. Thank god for Nietzsche.



Sexual insanity, the driving force behind our double mindedness, this is our nice guy leader, he would never ever let anybody suck his dick in the oval office.

So now what will the security moms do?
Jerry Jeff Walker
up against the wall red necked mothers
women think about death less then men suppose.

j sister
I been thinking about the sexual curiostiy of children.. Our first theories and research into the "other". Doomed to failure. The sweetest mystery I know, but I am not as curious about it as I used to be. Please Pardon hairy male intrustion on your womanly posts here.
This a second attemp at a reply to your beautiful sunlit poem, sitting here in a bright sunlit room,

yes...

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(3) : trinity

coming

to-get-her

she that has

she that is

she that will

she that re-choirs

she that sings

(without notes)

sex sings for all

sex sings for she

is

mother of being

alive

live

life

(sex)

amidst the conversation
a sudden touch
a gentle revelation
sex

babble, noise and trouble
a burst of laughter
a shedding of external happening
sex

pass the water, the salad
who wants coffee, halva,
the kettle whistles
sex

sex is consciousness,

apparently.