clockwork is on the war path
Al fayed is innocent , please can you not abduct Dev for mating duties
this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK , throw , clockwork
harpie , bisto , chops , identity thief , bobble are not welcome
My first book is called The Love Bombers by Lacey Ember
see below please , hunnie is not welcome to it , she wants to feed my books into AI
I opt out of them being so used
this book is fictional
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there is a lot at stake in terms of talking to strange men online
and the horror stories we hear about it and i wont be ' rewarding someone with sex '
sex is something i enjoy not something i sell !
a spark of warmth
when we help someone a little bit of stardust rubs off on us, sailing through the glory of the heavens, listen with your heart
you might understand the birds
cats have magical healing powers , the woody nutty sounds
as it yowls from its bones like a little bone rattling witch , her beautiful caterwauling operas with the bellows bagpipes and drones
number 2 likes forbidden filth himself
and since when do we ' make someone happy '
i wonder if im a bit ornamental at this point, frustrated rage
raging until i explode ! mindblowing intensity BAM !
slam bam thankou man
forbidden filth having sex with an edifice , making love to an institution
thats all wrong isnt it Mick
someone sent a spam actor into the fridge aisle of the supermarket
to make me catch something and then someone said ' fuck the knuckle '
a roast ghost is a cauliflower
ive seen stars of different colours of stars ,especially pink ones
they are playing a show of past centuries
i dont want the teenagers to hear me
choking like the face of scream I find that
its a romantic ice breaker to say something self depreciating
to open with my lack of confidence and my worthlessness it puts the other person at ease , its a way of melting the space between us a pink lady
apple spiralling magmai look like a baby thats scrunched up its face
ready for a tantrum i look like im being strangled , choking
in the throes of the grip of death gasping my last the earth stopped running under my bare feet hypnotised in a rigid trance
i was locked inside a transparent coffin , eyes scrunched up tight
dizzy like my head will burst any minute concentrating intensely , 20s Vaudeville fringe theatre , suddenly i was bolt upright in my coffin
eyeballs hanging out celebrating my release , the audience tightened the noose , a large buzzsaw severed me in two pieces
just an illusion
my body jerks out of the coffin like a jack in the box
boing
the head hanging from a spring long as the organs creepy
making the head bang against the wood
but the organism worked itself out over the night !
like the smiler ride at Alton Towers
n everybody go oooh oooooh
n everybody go ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh , an underground lake opened up
where magical energy is hidden , ahem,
a space ship of white light
a scream that rang like
chimes of shattered alien glass bells
sexual empaths
I remember groups of us as teenagers
would sometimes get hold of a magazine or a video tape for a dare
and because it was funny and entertaining and crack ourselves up laughing
in some ways it has been educational in my life and entertaining the old school of porn where you would go into an adult shop then in recent years there is something more sinister with instant web cam services , revenge porn etc
what can i put in a forbidden fruit pie ? spanish oranges brie grapes
yoghurt , chocolate , raspberries strawberries redcurrents
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