Ya thats it...faster!

Just spin it a little more will ya?

Can I be the flower girl?

All Right, I'm in...where's our spinner!

Watch out, I'm filling my fire extinguisher with JoJoBa Oil!

Good one, I like that

A little bit no proble. Habitual is a drag, and no I don't. I don't judge people for it though.

Dude, those are cool glasses, and hey have you ever heard that song "Pencil thin moustache" ?

The Ballad of Casey Diess, by Shawn Phillips

Twas a man of youthful features
Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes
watching out but looking inward
tall and stately and full of life

In his life he spoke but rarely
In his mind he cried for light
painting perception, trying to capture
that which he saw in his questioning strife

Once in Lisbon, Twice in London
traveling round for all his time
looking for and finding a goddess
He took Diana to be his wife

Of the children they'd begotten
two had died without knowing life
and the third I know not where of
If she lives she will yet be kind

Casey had a mark of simple value
He had a star between his eyes
In his hands he held an axe blade
the Greek symbol of thunder and fire

On a night when the heavens were crying
He went out and took his blade
chopping wood to warm his hearthside
The lightning came and my brother died

Bring him no wine from far away vineyards
Tell him no tales of the canyons might
But wish him peace and eternal wisdom
For he has died, and he died in Light.

G'night, gotta sleep, been fun!

A Man asks a very attractive woman in his office "If Bill Gates offered you a billion dollars to have sex with him would you accept?" She thinks for a minute and says "yes, she would"
Then he asks if he gave her 20 bucks, would she go in the back room and do it with him? She is appalled and deeply offended. She says "What do you think I am, some kind of prostitute?"
He says, "We've determined that, we're just squabling over the price."

What do you mean? really, you are an intelligent, observant and insightful person, I can see that, and we are blind to ourselves, I don't understand myself, what do you see? You know me better than anyone else here, go for it, with both barrels!

I go from those intense love poems to some bitter grumpy unrequited *****y song, but I see both sides all the time, it sucks, I'm always waiting for the other shoe to fall, and it always falls, I can usually get out of the way, but not always.

I do that on the radio station too, is that what you are talking about?

WHAT?

I had to go for the comic relief at the end, it was too intense. Take 'em to the top, and drop 'em like a rock.

When I wrote that I thought, you know, making love is one of the most beautiful things in the world, I should write a poem about it, so I did, but it is intense, but it is intense! So there!

I think I have finally embarrased myself I can't believe I shared that.

It's in Love poems on my website, didn't get that far eh? It's called "Fawn"

Artistic no doubt, here is horny

A tender fawn of temptation
dreams of unrivaled ecstacy
a physically sensual libation
this feminine mystique delicacy

My body is writhing with desire
I so want to caress your deep within
my loins are burning with a fire
I'm craving to impregnate you with sin

I long to lock my lips upon your naked breast
to taste of your nectar, to suckle and sip
to feel the firmness of your pert round nipples pressed
to drink your mother love from their tip

I wish to kiss your lips with a pearlescent dew
to moisten and to delve into realms of bliss
to explore this virgin path and speak in ways anew
in an intertwining glory of a kiss

to speckle you with love pecks all across your face
to nibble on your ear, then kiss softly below
to caress the rivulets of hair, shimmering like lace
until you beg of me my seed to sow

to kiss the sacred lines of your graceful neck
to caress it and massage it gently with my lips
to be infolded in your beauty and your grace as of a swan
to feel your breath as a coverlet, as a garment I have donned

and then to drive my tongue down across your ribs and waist
and of your salty juices I will in my palate taste
then to delve to that musky spot, that place that is so chaste
to drink of your flow, and help you to know
that none will go to waste

then to watch you squirm, and to feel you writhe
and to see you tremor, in your body lithe

as you beg of me to unite now
as I rise up and into you plow
as our bodies so wet do finally unite
you do feel so perfect, so sopping and tight

you squeeze out of me my manly desire
taking me higher, and higher, and higher
into realms of bliss unknown to man

IT'S ONLY A POEM, I'M STILL USING MY HAND