Hi Leigh,

Quite a cryptic comment.But thankyou for the nice words. I hope the only tongues offered to you are free of lies.Lies are so flavourless it is impossible to tell from a kiss. Maybe the occasional lie would even be quite nice if the flavour was delicious.Alas they have no upside. Peace and love Lady Leigh

I do some lines and you do some lines,see where this rhyme goes.The sicker the better.Leave me hanging and I will be wounded.

Here goes.......

If you go down to the woods today you better protect your eyes,
If you go down to the woods today it should'nt come as a big surprise,
Stopteasing is there,he's naired all his hair,
Trying on stolen underwear,
Where the f... is this little weird trip heading.

Hello PT,

I feel like I am getting the measure of you now.Like stopteasing you have written alot and I can't read it all. I like the way your mind works the words though and you are not scared to approach sick puppies.Respect

Having a look at older stuff.I was looking for more of plastic pancakes stuff to read to no avail.I came upon this and rain and pain,rhymes with insane and many other dark words.Here is a line from something I wrote as a teenager.The only bit I remember.

The rain washes away the pain,
Chases all of lifes **** away,
And I'm happy once again,
As I cleanse my blood in the roaring flood that's you,
You're my sea of rain.

I have never rhymed pain with rain again but it tickled me that you did.insane in the membrane one love from Wayne.I know.9 months to come up with a name and my mother chose Wayne.No imagination.

Trawling through the older writes.You are prolific.Impossible to read them all.Ugly is a good subject and I liked it alot.There is nothing less attractive than an orange spray tan caked in makeup to me.I like the english rose type.Pale as milk skin.One that is unaware of how beautiful they are and lives in the mind.I took my photo off for that reason.I assume your single eye full of menace is equally effective.Some people really don't like what you have to say.I do and you deserve someone that can appreciate you for your sick,sick self.A photo does not move and show character,words do.I never like my photos,perhaps because I am ugly,perhaps because it is stupid to be judged by what is essentially a death mask.Non moving and sterile of character.One love you sick little drug monkey.

There was a time when our thoughts were music,
And our touches were the notes,
A time without a language,
When we knew what tongues were for,
They were an extension of the music,
As our hands conducted flow,
The base was in our hearts and we knew how to let go.

It was languid and delicious,
Natural and hot,
As the rhythm hummed around us,
And the music hit the spot,
There were no words and we knew what tongues were for,
There were no lies when we knew what tongues were for.

Language was born and the spirit was ripped from our souls,
People learned to lie and let their music shrivel and die,
We were the music,the base,treble and flow,
We were so much more,when we knew what tongues were for,
No need for lies,just the flow and the base,
No need for lies when the music comes from your face.

I despair as i see the same mistakes unfold,
Words used as weapons,methods of control,
Why can't they see,are they just that stupid and slow?
Why don't they know,that is not what tongues are for.
You can waste your own time and that is just fine,
But don't assume you can f..k with mine,
I'll be the treble,the flow and the base,
As the music comes loudly from my face.

It is so easy,so fluid and so much more,
I don't need lies,that is not what my tongue is for,
I am an extension of the music,
My hands conduct the flow,
The base is in my heart and I know how to let go,
I am the spirit pure and primal,
I can get lost in your eyes,
But don't offer me your tongue,if you use your tongue for lies.

So you can just groove on,don't look so surprised,
I was open from the start,I have no respect for lies,
I hope you find your equal,you can kill eachothers song,
I have no spare time for ********,so please just jog along,
Stay out of my flow,leave me to let go,
Keep away from my base,as the music comes from my face,
I just want more,because I know what tongues are for.

Not sure who you are trying to get at but I would stay away from stopteasings writes and my own for that matter if I were you.Find something you like instead.We cover all sorts of wrong.Try the auditorium instead,you should be in good company.Count sheep instead and sleep well.Unless you just want people to despise of course,please feel free to despise away.I find it amusing more than anything and it gives me wood for creative roasting.I obviously didn't use the right words to attract you.I am utterly gutted.Heartbroken.

Cheers Leigh,

Too far is the only journey worth taking for a sensation lover.As for the poison trumpet,there is more to Lady datura as there is with Lady Leigh. It was used to contact the dead.But I have to add that this is a romantic view. The delusional state causes hallucinations so real that they cannot be distinguished from reality.Like full blown schizophrenia.Taste,smell,touch is as real an experience as reality would allow.If I wanted to see a treasured love departed from this world,it would enable me to have one night as real as if they were back if the subconscience allowed it and wanted it.Going too far for sure but some people are worth going too far for.Around 25% of people have a toxic and difficult experience that can damage them forever. I am fortunately not one of them,so if I wanted one more time in their arms and breathing in their scent,that rare treasure is open to me.A dangerous siren,but beautiful.Fortunately i am not mourning.Peace and love

Very sweet of you to say.I enjoyed the journey you set me on with your invitation to add something.Saying goodbye and letting go can be done beautifully and it should be if that person touched your soul deeply.To end it in any other way is not worthy,and is not really love.It is sad but also beautiful to let go with love and a settled mind.Throwing out love on the ether from time to time with no need for the validation of receipt or contact.Pure.Not beating eachother to death with it until all of the goodness has left your memory. Regret rien,leave flowers where your footprints fell.There is always a loser in love.No losers in friendship.I can evidently speak my mind with you without judgement.That is cool and valued.Peace and love soul sister.Let no shadow block out your sun.Bloom and flourish.

Freedom of expression is never nasty.Ill humoured to those with a limited palate for the macabre perhaps,but my palate enjoys the variety.For variety is the spice of life when it comes to comedy.Loads of people take offence to lyrics. To them I say,listen to something you do like and piss off.I would rather cater to a small audience of libertines than an auditorium packed with sheep in human skin.Baaahhhh! I do think PT is just joking and playing at being revolted whilst chuckling at the wrongness.I like to think so anyway.Otherwise she wouldn't be drawn to your very enjoyable reads.More to read.See you and your words about mate.Always good.

Hello Lady Leigh,

I will pop over to your steamy sauna for a look at what you have created.Thanks for the Cohen. PP sent me one as you no doubt read.Please send more as it moves you.I have not been exposed to him but I like what I see thus far very much.

Peace and love my Lady.Bow.

Hello mate,

Always nice to read your words.I like the strange people,as in lateral thinkers.People who think.People who feel.Whether it be anger or love,it is an emotion.You can't fake an emotion with words,so psychopaths do not do poetry.Clingy and delusional yes.Bunny boilers and stalkers.Yes.People who cannot process reality because reality often sucks. I enjoyed the Cohen and in answer,the spanish blister beetle can give you the forced erection and you can spank one off to some porn and make the beetle watch.Voyeur style.Or a buzz toy with a sensive control panel that a large insect could control by walking over.You could f... an ants nest or a termite mound and I guarantee you would have loads of either on your nob biting away and stimulating you if you like pain.So group sex is possible if pain proclivities float your boat.You could turn a scorpion into a cockring if you get off on danger.So penetration no.I would hardly accuse Cohen of lack of imagination but there are some variables.Let me know if you come up with one.The camel spider could look a bit like a camel toe in the right light.Not really a spider but big and furry.Or a jar of warm worms.Now thats sexy.

Excellent.Do you know they used to market thoriated toothpaste?Thankfully not anymore. If you give a duck,I can tell you their reasoning. I was just wondering how hot a thorium brew would be.Strange element to choose.Really good read mate.Cheers

If thats a hug,back at ya.Beauty,love and light.

I always go to too far,cos its the only place I know,
I can be among the beings,that make too far their home,
I have tried to find other places than too far to see,
But it is always back to too far,I go eventually.

I really can't remember the day that I lost faith,
Of the planetary oneness of the human race,
All the killing over gods,
All the division and wrongs thereof,
The revolting cruelty that some humans do,
Perverted rotten and nasty through and through,
I felt I could never be too far away,
From all the bolloks,never get too far away.

I got a horse named Steve and we set off on the track to too far,
We nibbled cacti and went too far together,for kicks,
I understood horse and we plotted the most likely course,
And we planned to go to too far forever.

The next day on the road,a colorado river toad,
Was trying to tell us something we couldn't quite hear,
So we both bent down as she brushed by our ears,
She sang,please take me to too far with you,
Steve said neigh,which translated from horse means yay,
Which is a solid yes with ears pricked forward,
He bonded with the toad as we went along the road,
And we sang songs of going too far together.

She could only sing,it was enrapturing,
Steve and I would just listen as she unfolded the vision,
And showed us the shapes of sound,
She sang songs of wisdom handed down toad to toad,
She sang songs of love for her lost friends on the road,
She sang in such a way that made you see goodness again,
She sang,beauty,love and light,
beauty,love and light,in a voice of pure sweetness spiced with all that is good,
She sang beauty,love and light,beauty,love and light,
Guide me home to too far tonight,as we shot off in a trail blazing white.

We saw magick in the mountains as the peyote cheered us on,
They sang,welcome back our toad queen,you have been away too long,
She sang,I needed to find my love,
I could feel him on the road,
I was shocked to see my soulmate was a horse because I'm a toad,
She addressed her audience of nature and she sang,
We are all connected,who am I to reason why,
When I gaze upon my love,his beauty fills my eyes,
My heart,my soul my everything it touches on the way,
Was transformed by the magick when I saw Steve that day.
Steve said Yay with ears pricked forward,
Proclaiming his love with a dance,
His magick caused a glowing that shimmered as he pranced.

Then we held the stars,and we rejoiced for hours,
Enjoying our time in too far to the last,
I tried not to think of leaving,
But I left the following evening,
Because I can't live on grass or ants,
Leaving Steve and the toad queen together,
But I'll be back in too far given half a chance.

Their love formed a river that meanders in my mind,
A portal back to too far,when I need to see my kind,
Guided by a cacti,singing to turn the key,
Where I can just see beauty and the light resides in me,
We sing beauty,love and light,
Beauty love and light,take us back to too far tonight.

Hi Leigh,This is a rant,not directed at you at all.Enjoy

I did post on your hot and steamy thread but my words were disliked by someone so it seems as it promptly evaporated.Never mind,the process was good for me.I can only assume it was my talk of witchery or the use of the fornication word ending in ing that is too rude to voice. Making love is acceptable as is nobbing.I can't see why a good huck is such a taboo. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.Nice.Religious expression and freedom only extends to anyone who worships the right god.A man shall not lay with another man as a man lays with a woman. My son is gay,so I must be the ultimate evil with deviant seed cast to fly in the face of all decent religious zealot people. Just to clarify,I am not religious but I am enthralled by the use of plants and dance to achieve states otherwise denied.Anthropology and the gods of the forest.Not my gods,I don't have one.Denial of pleasure to look down on others that do not deny it is holier than thou and I have no time for it. As a father who loves his son,it is my duty to defend his right to be who he is happy to be.That means I am often at odds with religious anti gay zealots.Not that I believe for a second you are of that ilk.I really don't.Not one teeny bit.Hypocrisy and censorship is just daft in a world where it is ok to bomb and maime.I am ex army.I have seen the face of evil.Evil is in deeds,not words or cartoons.Evil is not in the hucking word.An it harm none,do what thou wilt.If only the rest of the world could take that ethos on board.I must remember to tell my son he will burn in a hell of some kind if he touches a bum.Witches are ok with him touching bum,as long as it harms none.Maybe send him to a gay camp to become ungay.The ones that protest the loudest are usually in denial of their own desires implanted by the demon hoards led by Santa,or is it Satan,I forget.They are both red apparently.In fact Santa and Satan are no doubt in league with the communists.Fear everyone and everything.Especially witches.If this is yet another attempt at restricting freedom of expression then there is no point in being here.All hail Santa and fear his wrath.He will send his evil communist reindeer to wreak havoc and destruction.It is not four horsemen of the apocalypse.False teachings.For it is written that Gorbachov and Putin in league with Santa and satan,will ride the devils reindeer into the world and change us all to communists who may also covet bums to please satan.Not sure about santas bum touching proclivities but watch out for satan and Gorbachov.So it is written.No chimney is safe from the evil that seeks bums.MMWWWAAHHHAAAA! Horse is an ancient sanscrit word for reindeer.Otherwise the bible is not a complete work of controlling fiction at all.They just interpreted the horse bit wrong.Everything else is of course the gospel truth and worth marginalising everyone else for,especially those evil bum touchers.God hates them.If all else fails,blame demons for tempting you to santas lair.Responsible for our own actions?No.Demons.Witches.and those bloody communist reindeer.If I am wrong and it was just a glitch,at least I have had a good rant for sh.ts and giggles.One is amused. I bow before you Lady Leigh.Peace and love.Just kicking out at the world,because the world kicks out alot hucking harder.Je suis Charlie viva la France

Nice Pansy,

I have a romantic side as well as a dark humoured side. Bitterness is the enemy of joy.Nice to see you are not.Nobody is worth becoming bitter and joyless for but many do.Glad you have kept some of the good aspects of these people with you.Very good. Sweet

Dear Leigh,
I lay my oiled sword in your hands to feel the magick of the iron and the blood of the sword owner.You invited me on this and it has been a journey.Funny how and when life reveals the truth.A stranger from a distant land,Lady Leigh,before you I stand.

Title: Wisdom and magick.

We drank a brew of darkness,light and power,
Cambodian cubensis and woodrose tincture,
Annointed with a witches salve of datura and ginger,
On our parts warm with blood,excited and tender,
Crimson sprays speckle my face,
As you bite the life into me,
Delectable psychedelic rise knows you by scent,
We ****ed like wildlings for hour upon hour,
Sweet,delectable and primal,
Complete and delicious,
Bodies as fluid as water,
We were beasts,energy,one glowing ball,
****ing and sucking in the woods with no walls,
Sensual,loving,greedy,savage ****ing,
Atoms merging,cementing our bond of trust and freedom,
Celebration of lust and stopping the world,
Everything tasted with no shame,
Hours of ecstacy pulsing through our veins,
When we met you were my queen and I was your throne,
The most dangerous beast in the woods and yours alone,
Those dark sweet times were the best of the best,
We ****ed with the energy of a thousand nights,
Tying eachother to trees and rocks,
Loving and sucking eachother or ourselves,
Not knowing where you ended and where I began,
We were one,no semblance of man,
Joy and power,hour after hour,
So hard to stop,
We would lay on the skins and drift into dreams,
Running together with the beasts and their screams,
Feeling sexy and drinking up lust filled fun,
Excited all week until the ritual was done,
Reality my friends is so overated,
When you run with the beasts you are never sated,
Never bored,always alive,
Coming with the thrumming of a million hives.

But we ruined it,and we killed it dead,
With man made ills invading our bed,
Stress and bills,jealousy then lies,
To truely feel love we must severe those ties,
Live for the magick,not to possess,
Suck,**** and become one with the sweetest carress,
Reality and work dilutes and destroys,
We have all been lied to,to own is not the way,
Long life as a worm or a beast for a day,
Learn to miss,love and trust,
Oil your sword or you'll lose it to rust,
To possess is to control,
The killer of freedom,our love and our soul.

We were wildlings,then we became tame,
Freedom lost,never the same,
My queen of the dark and of the light,
Tasting and savouring each scrumptious bite,
Scratched and bloody,so happy and glowing,
The battle scars were my scars of the knowing,
Once you know there is no turning back,
Nothing will compare to the magick again,
Mans ills will infect you and swap love for pain,
We were energy,pure and primal,
Love with no boundaries and nowhere to fall,
Be wild,be power,be love and be light,
Save all the best bits for the magickal night,
Heed these words and stay on the throne,
Diluting the magick makes flesh turn to bone,
To possess is not love,it is one of mans ills,
To own is to overshadow the flower,and that shadow kills.

Lateral thinker.It was long and I did not get bored at all. I look forward to reading more. It felt instinctive though like it didn't take you long at all.I like that,freestyle,raw primal and untainted energy.No time to change the truth of it.The balls remain attached to the body of the story.Deep arn't I. Balls deep. Peace plastic *******.One love

I actually started one but hit a wrong key.You have set a challenge of edginess and it would be rude to deny a lady. I am quite knightly and chivalrous. So lady I accept your challenge,but later when I can give it the dilligence it deserves. I started off,"Hello Leigh,this is me,swinging naked up a tree,Don't look up,You'll get a fright,I did not wax my arse tonight". Then I hit the wrong key. Probably for the best.It was a load of w.nk. I was trying my best to be repellent as well.Ying and yang,thou hath touched my wang and ruffled my russet pouch most sweetly. Peace and love to you Leigh. I bow before you,sword in hand my Lady. P.S I am reading the game of thrones at the moment so I feel quite knightly.