She.
Sweetsexysaundra19
who wants to my friend
on myspace.
She
who wants to twitter me
and get to know all about me.
Important things
like
my size
and if I have a paypal account.
Her with perfect breasts
and curvy thighs
somehow found me.
Could this be love?
Could sweetsexysaundra19 be the one?
Do I dare cam with her on Yahoo?
Do I dare solicit naughty pictures from this rare gentle goddess
who only has eyes for me?
Some may think of me as gullible
some may call me a freak
or a pervert.
sweetsexysaundra19 calls me sweetie.
She gets me!
She understands me more than any of you ever will.
I am the one anonymous guy on the net that melts her heart
and moistens her secret places.
That gives her hope and happiness.
I feel this is the start of something wonderful
something great.
I'll send my love money.
All I can.
Because sweetsexysaundra19 gets me.
She calls me sweetie.
She sees into my heart.
I know this
because she asked to be my friend
on myspace.
-Sky

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Scrabble babble dabble.

I pull the car over
Just to talk.
My words reach toward you.
They touch you.
In a way that
you may not
wish to be
touched.
You say
"No Sky! Please don't touch me like that".
But my words do touch you.
I move forward.
My words start to weaken you.
They loosen your legs
and caress the inner thighs
of your soul.
They slip under the panties
of your psychie.
They fondle the most
private of your places.
Maybe I go to far
with my words?
You slap me.
I recoil.
"They're just words"
I say.
"No Sky,words do not penetrate!"
you reply.
"But words do".
"They do"
Words
start wars.
Words bring joy,
Break hearts.
Words make sure
the person
on the phone
leaves off
the green peppers
and onions.
Words make
fools of lovers
and clowns of the cool.
Words form rules,define crimes.
Words are there to remind us
that sometimes
it's better
not to speak
certain words.
-Sky

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Hey Joe Whaddayah know?

My day begins.
With the pouring of beans into my coffee grinder,
I see the swirling sandy vortex of brown.
And it makes me think of tornadoes
and toilets.
I notice one ungrounded bean dancing on the precipice
of this brown hole
only to be sucked in and ripped apart.
Merged into one single collective.
And I think of how much of my life is
connected to this machine.
I have dominion over it every morning.
I am god to this machine!
I decide when to press and depress the button
And say ENOUGH!
Be it coarsely ground or a fine Powder.
I decide.
Am I merciful to the bean?
Or do I hold that button an extra moment
to bask in the screams of this massacre?
I hold it in longer of course.
I feel like a succubus
feeding off of their painful energies.
I can taste the suffering.
Fuck you beans!
Die for me!
So as I can live!
I shall awaken through your demise.
Consume your remnants as a spider would a butterfly.
Cold and callously taking what I want.
Simply because I can!
You've been tortured enough
by my grindings
and now I shall now boil you.
Does this make me a monster?
Who are you to judge me.
The bean killer.
As I pour the fine powder
into the filter,add the water,
press the button.
I noticed something very odd.
The bag says Pinto.
And my pot runneth over
with Chili water.
I now understand why omnipotence
should never be given to any man.

-Sky
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Lorenzo

I questioned the shaman "What will I see"?.
"What you need to" he replied.
How vague,I think.
I really really hope he is a shaman;
The matchbook cover looked very legit.
"Thank you Lorenzo" I replied.
"Your spirit animal should show itself soon".
The effects of the shrooms were swift
Quickly I dissolved into the nether.
I was bathed in strange colors and smelled pancakes.
They were coming back up.
Hurling into the creek
The chunks transmogrified into fish.
I became one.
A fish chunk.
Could this be my spirit animal?
It was not,
nor was the large paw that tore me from the creek moments later.
It's teeth sank in and consumed me.
Would my guide be this bear?
The answer was no.
I journeyed through the stomach and intestines and was passed.
I knew it!
Bears do shit in the woods.
Spattered on the ground
I became grass.
Could my spirit animal be a plant?
Several weeks I rested there.
Until one day a creature came toward me and kissed me.
My soul absorbed into her lips and i was carried toward the creek.
Looking down into the ripples
I saw what my spirit animal was.
The llama.
I woke as soon as I saw this.
Springing to my feet I cried out "I'm a llama"."Lorenzo"!
"Lorenzo"?
My wallet lay open and empty.
My spirit animal was gone.

-Sky
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(See D_A One llama as promised )

The Mustard Plateau

Dust Mites sashay through the filthy linens on my bed
devouring discarded pieces of me,
consuming what I no longer need.
I stand at the foot of this slab of contemplation
and I wonder.
Who will change these soiled sheets of shame?
Who will wash out these sweat rings forged in the foundries of my daily toil.
This self-made shroud of Turin.
Who will remove the pillowcases and replace them with fresh ones?
What will be the cost?
Will I need to put out?
Go downstairs?
Paint a house?
Say "I love you"?
What will be the price for this new place to lie;
This new place to lay,
soft place to sweat,
Fresh place to rise erect.
-Sky
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The Jello latrine

My aging fingers dance frozen
on this keyboard of suffering joy.
Rabid angels of spiteful care
soar impatiently around my cotton skull
As if they were porn stars
waiting in line
for their turn.
Loves hateful stare burns
circles with corners
across my unkempt brow.
I feel young again.
I feel old.
Changes prick me.
Pricks change me.
Life is what it is.
Jello and piss.

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