They call me ‘Features’ ‘Features’ O’Glint ‘Features’ Brown ‘Features’ Town feature the tint ‘Features’ O’Glint Jochen Rindt Jochen Rindt Formula 1 or oven the bun the driving is done with a golf club a hole in the 1 according to some a par for the course a quickie divorce the law of the force the jaw of the remorse the blunt trauma the beeswax the gorse but the hand it seemed so vast and so grasping slender and well proportioned and harmonious and as if rendered by Botticelli in the egg tempera by the Master of Flemalle even better Rogier Van Der Weyden you get the picture the story of a depravity an unfolding tragedy all well and eloquently told but there they were the hands I put £2.70 into it that hand I said you are new here she said no she has been here for a year I said where she said over there the safest way to think about it is to admit it might be.
Hey Handsome,
My worlds falling apart, im sitting here as I lustfully gaze at you cheeky buns. Why can't we can't we just purchase a new car? I recall, you and I were on a trip, then our old Ford rusty bucket, it suddenly broke down! It's the first time you ever made me realize your multi talents love. You grabbed your bent up red tool box from the back of the car. My dear grease monkey, you exhaled your breath more that day than the day before , not even me on top of you were you so passionately bout it!
Woo hoo! You sexy beast! You in your fathers dungarees, and his oversized white pocketed shirt, under our bucket of bolts, sheesh you we're hot as fuck! I love you my handsome man! Your strong hands were so beautiful covered in black oyl, you were definitt in back in black you cheeky little devil!
I remember our experience that sunny afternoon in the present of angels our intiminates' on our checkered blanket our brown hamper next to my, head moving back and forth! So erotic.
You silly goose you put grease all over my nose to my little feet. My skin carresed in your paw prints ! Your so sweet. I want you to know that you left your marks upon my heart and soul for the rest of my life. My lover, my king, you take care of me so well! I do love you so!
A stitch in time
saves nine
the bread is buttered
sunnyside
the greasewife is blind
the pot is scuppered
a little learning
is a dangerous thing
a cat may look untoward at a king
or a cupboard
the stew is goosed
the ruler is roost
the surface is rubbered
at the end of the day
crime does pay
just look at the TV
to see what they say.
Mum.
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I don’t believe in music
I don’t believe in music anymore
mum.
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What do you mean
son
what do you mean
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I mean
I think that there is music
there is music somewhere
there is music
mum
but not in our lives
in our lives
there is nothing for us
mum
in terms of music
music
is just not for us
mum
why would it be
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But they have got tunes
son
I have heard them myself
they have got tunes
and I have heard them
have not you
son
you have I know
son
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Yes
mum
I have heard them
mum
those tunes
but I don’t like them anymore
mum
those tunes
none of them
mum
they don’t ring true to me now
mum
not those tunes
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But son
what are you basing
all this nonsense on
what have you got
when it comes down to it
dice your slice to the pot
ahead son
I am waiting
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Listen
mum
I tell you now
that they are wrong
those songs
they are all wrong
mum
they are all wrong
they are not full of nothing mum
and never all along
they do not feel right to me now
they feel all wrong
mum
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You said it
son
bang on.
I want to follow a balanced diet
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Good idea
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That is why I am using
jammie dodgers
the strawberry will do me good
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Yes it will
Are you going to get a sandwich
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Yes
I shall have
a certain sandwich
at a certain time of a certain day
chicken tikka
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Do you want some mushy peas
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No
not today
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How many Milky Bars
do you need now
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Two
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Are you having a ‘coke zero’?
#
Yes
#
The water
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Yes
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Do you want any custard creams
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Actually yes
and what about you
Are you going to buy a lottery ticket
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I must do
now that you have reminded me
but they don’t sell them here
I can get one anywhere
it is a unique diary in the history of man
a spin of the wheel
a trick of the plan
All the usual
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All the usual
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All the usual
we don’t say.
Ghermieriantheoriariania
Your name is
Ghermieriantheoriariania Prospecturvavacettedenturverall
and I like the cut of your jib presented
Ghermieriantheoriariania
bristol fashion
Ghermieriantheoriariania Prospecturvavacettedenturverall
hour-glass figure sensational
Ghermieriantheoriariania
dimples smiles and cheese and wine
Ghermieriantheoriariania Prospecturvavacettedenturverall
hopping and quidding
Ghermieriantheoriariania.
Penis
I was born with a penis
and I tell you this now
and I am only interested in
fucking somebody
who was born with and who was furnished by nature
with a vagina
and whereas before
being like me
that is to say
being born with a penis and being
thereafter exclusively concerned and preoccupied
with females
women as such
people born with a vagina
and not on the other hand
a penis
a vagina not a penis
and that
matters such as that
as I have described it to you now
was all considered to be normal
and according to the regulations
in the olden days
wanting
it was not a criminal act
to be born with a penis
and to honestly desire to fuck
only those of us
precipitated into existence
as furnished and as completed
and resolved into a true female ravishing desirability
as manifest female vaginal integrity
the loving
the hugging
the sweetening
the authenticity of it
ooh!
I want it so much
but now we know that
it is that it is wrong
you
that is to say
one and all of us
are supposed now
to suck a woman’s cock
and to an ejaculating completion
to prove it
to us all
namely
that there is no hate in the heart
I know that
there is no hate in the heart
but what can I do
I want it
your pussy
I want your pussy
I want it
so much more than all that
I want it
and I want you.
There
There is the earth
the earth
and then
there is the blue sky above
the blue sky
above
I should like
the earth
the earth
and the blue sky
to stand upon the earth
under the sky
upon the earth below it there
under the sky
according to my wishes for sure.
Can you sum up poetry
rightly for me
son
poetry
the the historical monolith
the contemporary stone
I mean your impression of it
poetry
generally
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Well
mum
they are all saying
the same thing
mum
every last one of them
to a bland man
the poets
they all keep on all the same
streak of feces
and they always start off in the same way
mum
like this
I feel sorry for myself
in the world
I am going to react to that world
I have dreamed
passively
as if it is not mine
I will share a delusion
regarding my existence
I will exhibit the violent capitulation
of my creativity and of my own originality
I will drive myself into nowhere
subordinated by my own stupid delusion
I shall assassinate creativity and love
in self absorbed mockery
and in self aggrandizing sentimental
stroke cockery
mum
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Fair enough
son
spot on
and very well said
son
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Thanks
mum.