Shit i have just cumm, but dont feel like I did What to do, I dont know what to do,all I know is that i still feel you,your wet mouth on my cock your cold hands on my ass and when it cums down to it the question is oh the fuck or you.

FlowRyder

I love you Flow Ryder!

It´s Margaret Atwood...

"You Fit Into Me"

Like a hook
Into an Eye

A fish hook

An open eye

SUNNY DAYS
I'v been living
in this pit
for three days.
The bitch
won't let me out.
the mask is soiled
and it stings.
I know her game now.
She'll never let me out.

Hey Candyass!
Hey Candyass!

That's right honey
It is sooo sweeeet.
Why if you had just one taste,
(not that your gonna get it)
But if you had?
You wouldn't be able to keep your
Greedy, little, finger lickin' hands to yourself.

Bitch!!

curtsy, I LOVE those poems. Holy moley, those rock...

MORE!

Ouch!
Bobby Pin Bobby
Stuck a little prick in my wig.
Ouch! That hurt.
Bobby Pin Bobby
Read me a little poem.
Ouch! That made me think.
Bobby Pin Bobby
Said, "It's OK,
It's OK."
Ouch! That felt good.

FASHION
Minerva sank deep into the sofa and pondered....
"A real girl shouldn't wear the same dress
everyday." Reaching behind, she pulled the velvet curtains from the rod. Tearing them into ribbons and tying the strips together with boot lace, she formed a cape complete with festoons. Tres haute couture chez chez la femme!

Pray you say at 10:00pm everyday. So we all do and this is what i had to say.
My father,the big man the man of all men,I ask only one thing for the health of my friend.For you see he is giving,loving,generous,smart,creative,
helpfull and there are so many other good things.So I ask you why would you take him. Leave him here with us for we are not finished with him and I am sure that he still wants to experience many other things. Oh my Father all loving all forgiving, we love him and we are a family we would take care of him but we need your help with this small thing, his health for you see we would miss him oh so much and in this World with all the hate and tragadys I asure you we trully are in need of him.He is one of your more helpfull,loving,opendminded Children and would be very helpfull in the everyday fight for health,freedom,respect and just understanding of our lifestyles. For there are young people that need guidence. We are all here to help but he Bobby Miller is just amazing. You have given him great powers!! Let him use them for awile longer, there are many that he needs to touch with those powers that you gave him. So he is just doing your work, in a way he helps us stay crative, hopefull and sain. So all I ask is for his Health and wont you please not take him away.I LOVE you with all my hart Father and remeber all I have ever asked from you is my health. And now I ask for the same for my Very good friend Bobby Miller.
LOVE YOU BOBBY
I will allways pray
for you

This poem made me cry, so I read it three times aloud as a prayer to Bobby.

I had to come back to read the Flowryder poem again. And cry again. Why? Because it so sweetly tells me how we need Bobby's brilliance everyday and how much of a continual inspiration he is for so many, myself included. Amongst his influences , Bobby always show me how to "take back the night," three ways to Sunday.So this poem is about why Bobby is so important to the universe. NEW WORLD I went to Mexico
to look for Burroughs
I went to the East Village
to Howl.
I saw the ghost of Ginsburg
and America isn't america
Anymore.

Hello, hello, Boys and Girls, Here is a little jolt of energy from me to you:
Sometimes this world can be hard and even cruel,
People sometimes mean or just fucked up people;
But, for the next few days, they're not going to know what hit them, for I am sending them a jinx with the help of the man upstairs,
So they won't be mean, and definitely not rude, for once they are going to help us with the things we have to do to better our lives and get closer to that goal.
So, if there is a job that you need, you get it,
If there is a gig that you're waiting for, you get it,
WHY?
'Cause we are cool and remember: No matter what they say, stay cool, the man upstairs is working for you and me.

I LOVE YOU ALL OH SO MUCH, IT GREAT TO HAVE FRIENDS
LIKE YOU ALL, I AM SO BLEESSSD I FEEEELLL SO TAAAALLL, I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WEEEELLL ON THIS DAY OF EVERYTHING, A DAY OF LOVING, GIVEN, HUGING, KISSING, PRAYING, FORGIVING, UMMM I THINK THAT IS EVERYTHING AND IF THERE IS SOMETHING I FORGOT(PAUSE) WELL YOU CAN JUST SEND IT IN THOUGT

HAPPY EVERYTHING
LOVE YOU GUYS

I thought I was popular
I didn't know I was so loved.

I go to sleep and give thanks at
the richness of my life.

There is only joy amoung the pain
I am thrilled to be alive.

(My apologies for any spelling mistakes, and my lengthy verbiage.)

I
ran my fingers along the timecards
and I pucked my name, Carrie Lauf Art/Artist.
The timeclock made a prehistoric punching sound as I checked my watch, 4:01 p.m.

I grabbed the first two ads in the box, and I made a mad dash for the cafeteria after I started up my MAC.
My co-workers acknowledged me as I sat down and typed my login to the network.

Jim looked over at me and he shook his head, and asked me if I had cast any spells because he believed that Witches cast spells during the Winter Solstice.
I just laughed at him, and I reiterated that I did not practice, but I kept an open mind, and occasionally poured Evian water on the roots of trees after I hugged them.

He mumbled something and began talking about his brother's lifestyle.
I knew what he meant, and I listened for a few moments as I looked over the changes in my ad.

"I'm afraid for him," Jim blurted out with enough concern to set off my verbal abuse, and slap his Christian views into another plane.
I thought for a split second before I told Jim, "Put yourself in his shoes, and imagine what it would be like. Imagine telling your family and friends about your homosexuality. Imagine that you are instantly viewed differently, and suddenly your best buddies stoped calling, and your father could not look you in the eyes."

Jim hung his head, and he was rendered silent, and everyone in my office seemed to be staring at me.

"Jim, The Great Spirit loves everyone. If Heaven had so many rules don't you think the clouds would be pretty damned lonley, and there would be no stars up in the sky?"

He could do nothing except look at me, and chew his lip.

My heart is too overwhelmed to respond to your prayer. I can only revel in it's love. I love you Robert. Betty is a lucky girl. Thank you for your
powerful and sincere voice. You are so valuable in this world.

Bobby

on Nowhere Street a kiss was
laid on me by
an angel.telltale

his beard used my
jawbone to reminisce
the solidities of
loneliness one man offers
another.one

year of disbelief astonished
my lips with truth,hundreds
of days loose

among birth's return.the microbes
that took his wakeing forget a
ridiculous perogative on
Jane Street.the angel had
finished a wandering

dance through collective
love humans incant with
their lives -the body delivers
its own future to enliven pure
design of opportunity's
horizons.my

lack of ability to
explain perfectly describes
the year to those
horizons on Nowhere
Street, my eyes and
the angel's trade
their depths where

bitterness and strength do
the seeing in grattitude as
recognition holds silence. i

do not want to
serve the things of the earth
.

[This message was edited by seven on 01-12-03 at 08:20 PM.]

wow,beautiful forum happy happy

Which I got out of some underground mag before all of you except Sabrina were born.

I'm a sleet shitter
I shit sleet
I'm the best sleet shitter that ever shit sleet
[Repeat]

Appropriate, considering the lovely weather.

Dudley Randall
(1914-)

Ballad of Birmingham
(1966)

(On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963)

"Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?"

"No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren't good for a little child."

"But, mother, I won't be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free."

"No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children's choir."

She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.

The mother smiled to know that her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.

For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.

She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
"O, here's the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?"