Monday, March 13, 2006

Bob - the Bar. 1995

I walk the streets looking for a whore for free.
A suck for freedom, a suck for love, a suck for me.
I eat, talk cool, drink and shoot pool.

Lust for the lick of your depravity, for the flaring perfume
Pulsing velvet petals, warm, fertile, nourishing.
I want to muzzle, burrow and grow, deep inside.
Grow through you, become and be you, arise anew.

And then walk away. (You can come to)

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice! Where you get this guestbook? I want the same script.. Awesome content. thankyou.

Friday, May 19, 2006 3:40:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon.

Friday, May 19, 2006 3:49:00 PM  

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