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Monday, May 19, 2008

Time is Near"...Mo Rich Man Po Man...

Time is Near"...Mo Rich Man Po Man... “ Well," M. Call go on, "You, to be honest were described in detail by your father, especially I remember he saying how much men enjoy your super thighs, strong and hairy as an I=Talian soc-ker player, and I have no reason to disbelieve, uh rily can't conceive... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Beware of What You Want...Rich Man Po Man, Cont.

Gerta relaxes and plans, remembering in the car the rich man had said, “I’ve heard a lot of nice things about you Ms Tomlinson. Very nice. Your father is not bashful in his description of you. Say you got great big Godly thighs.” “ Thank you kind sir, they do best what's God's work.” Gerta smile... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Up de Fundament...(/Rich Man, Po Man, Cont.)

Not to be sidtracked by the laughter, Max continues, “Yes, well done Bibeer, a little lewd Jewish humor is always appreciated. And now I'll conclude...as we were satisfied and prosperous with the old order, let us be hopeful for the new. I know Mr. Coll does not believe as the lower class do, that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Rich Man Po Man...

“ Seriously,” Max says, getting their attention again, “We must pray for the best, while preparing for the worst. No doubt she will want some changes as all new rulers do, including a personal maid of her choosing. That probably will be the main change. The rest of us should be able to ride with the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 9, 2008

Parla Da Vo Do?

Teliah's French act remained the exception playing to my weakness and left me in the unenviable position of having to cater to her strangeness, her bitchiness, her fucking around with the assholes fum de islands since in my wildest pounding self abusing, my own inspired ego-trips my late night... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 1, 2008

An Actress?

Writing the Cure, oddly coincided with Kris again showing up in my life, meaning, she visited me, as usual, as if she hadn’t gone lesbo or seen me in weeks. Weeks I might add of personal mostly sexual strife. And I probably remember it for it remains the only time she agreed to go down on me, after... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 3, 2007

Cleo...

“ Her beauty was sold, for power and gold.” Max gives vent to his poetic soul. “ Oh she was mo than a golden bird in a gilded cage,” Biberman added sing song, lifting his beer. “Hear, hear, t he price is high, the rewards great,” added Miss Prichard. “ An honorable profession,” comments Ernst, the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 24, 2007

in Xanadu

They debate reasoning in a circle, cutting bocks with a razor, beating in the bush paying fast and loose blowing hot and cold from bated breath: agree proof positive that rape is morn love play. Go mind traveling out of the record, and honoring the iron fist and loud evil tongue. In some crisscross... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Love Torture Me...

If night does fall as surely will, doth fall on my frailty, expose my inborn weakness. Lies here a man in terrible dream, fall a sacrifice to love; with love torture me. Tell me, why must I be slave on call to your erotic mind, tied with cruelty; unsolved love's sweet mystery? Oh, this ill my flesh... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

Brome was a text book case of the sexually obsessive personality, and was more or less always looking for someone to try and make him forget the past or current obsession. Like “to dream the impossible dream. Ter go, where the brave dare not go.” See a man slowly fucking himself into eternity. He... Sign in to see full entry.

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