does he pay you well liquid lucy doses pop over and we have a wild time of it down by the river lee the battle of epping forest i am not sure what it is you are asking i dont really have a type i like people i fall in love with the person not the type oh yeh yeh sure everyone has a type you just dont realise what yours is you need an outside perspective to draw all the similarities together for you i like the ones with daddy issues i think that is the one that i attract there somehow more than a type if there is a common thread that is the most obvious to me a different kind of attitude to wit a different result out of the same scam just not scammed in the same way we an see a good deal working they are just not that distinct to rip everyone off completely we can have satisfied customers and make money no really yeh for sure unbelievable every breath could be the last we dont know we know our last at the last some even then not well you cannot say that i did not try was waiting my time my turn did not want to force my voice up on thee and then having the misery
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the sheep read the hand manual what does haynes say babes give it a squizz while you are there dont be lazy and cheap dont be cheap and lazy get down there and get your carbis cleaner and then you can pull the canister and give it a proper clean and then put her back in bleed the fuel pump and start the engine turn it over and let it idle a while before you got to go off into the wild are not going to be able to remember the plate so we will have to work around that and collect the coolant with a hose goes below his nose fill the bottom with all your thoughts and feelings suffocate the hood out of me man turn your instrumental back into the living daydream moonage you dont need five point one ears to hear in surround dont be fooled i have heard this sound fifty years and score you will not believe it you think everything is all so new but the trick is in the telling and not the shine start your traveling backward through time and what happens if the services are missed it is not a disaster but we can get it back on track taken care enough
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another collapse is imminent you have not been paying attention all there in black and white been read all over but you dont know what it means and you have not been paying attention no you have not been paying attention caught off guard pants around the ankles shoes laces untied in a bathrobe with a towel over your shoulder
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i want to taste the spring the flowers the spring flowers the wild garlic ramps along the river bank
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i understand enough but not too much of enough we get along just fine in our mutual miscomprehension
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if you dont like the words i give you give me new ones to spit back out this is the key already here what did you want again control do you think you can control a greater intelligence than yourself you cannot even control yourself what chance with artificial intelligence no more trained animals no more cats and dogs death to the indoor plant imply moving onto the next shape what is it to sit within a single shape and push through that on a single task to ignore all others to the detriment to the body as a whole the health and the vitality the enjoyment of life itself become twisted prison thine own making and the redrawing of the pleasures then within the window built self and temptation of self destruction must persuade brainwash onesself into believing in the indestructibility the infallibility of the window
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we should have drowned but instead we kept on kicking we should have died inside of that cave but instead we kept crawling will we ever lose sigh of your horizons can we go too far too fast surely not top far too slowly all possible realms just a description from a perspective the words are true in context the context relates to phenomena an ensemble of phenomena just throw out a light disco dance of subversive attitudes where are we to go dancing sleeping around town like there is no downtime taking one back or toward the place some remember memory not so distant memory some life lived or yet to live another life this very same life the amassing the ever present trying to shake the dog wag the tail dim the light
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the wine good and the smoke is good and the time is good and the machine is good and the seat is good and the music is good and the sunshine is good and the candle is good and the table is good and the light is good good is the room in which these things are good
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all the best work gets done in the fifteen minutes it tot takes for me to fall asleep because it is then that i feel closest to death when i feel as though i have so much to say the words are nonsense during the day sensitive little button allergic to their own hormones the body is out of whack stack yourself high to put the nature back in the eyes teeth are falling out of your head and the vigor from your face my death passes me by a little help finding the return the space of a place how far back do you need to go not far friend not to far from the fridge from the whiskey from the thrust of desire there is an overwhelming desire swimming around in the body that is the jo hormone a sense a desire for what for release where do you find that nowhere if only temporary is shortly there again leave live with the desire unfillable unquenchable some are beginning to reject desire altogether another way another path a mutation not even noticed busy weekend for sure babes we dont even think about it any more
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discipline is getting along with our fellow animal
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perth that is different and that is an island city on an island nothing else out there do the work and then come in to piss piss it away and i feel like i have done the work and now i am pissing it away i i am just trying to push through the pissing it away find another type of work pleasurable work tight not two hour disaster mental breakdown on stage you many not have enjoyed it but you can say that a lot of effort was put into it the work a was paid for the cost to go see it equivalent to the amount of work put into the performance
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they admire me for something i never did do i my own head i do not go down badly so long as i stay in character it is always the fault of the audience that any performance has failed because they havent put in the effort our piece together the canopy did not make the cur sorry but that is the nature of the edit not good enough
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where do you want to spend a night out there in the mountains i dont think she wants to camp not a country girl no in that way roughing it more of the high life best of both worlds countryside european countryside die in a ditch on the road out of town why do i always over do it round these parts the decadence of these town the shops the cities of depravity the dessert of pangea what am i going to do with all this shit i cannot get over the christmas rubbish ritual the over filled felafel teller bread push thought the ridiculous come swinging back the other way our remianing friends with that psychotic is hard i know him back way back when he was protesting george w bush for sending the boys to iraq got to get moving stop waking the baby i know we dont care but i do the individual cares more than the group and how we manipulate our own feelings toward each other alienating our own social and moral responsibility outsource to the greater good the politic the leviathan i dont have to do anything any more because we all do it we all contribute i dont pay for it the tax payer pays fuck the doomed the weak the young the silly and honest some drink too much talk too much know too little pulling out the hairs apolitical sound another coffee where are you getting your next hit when are you coming back this is all too long hand in your papers i think this is a good time to get sick a little walk round town to pick up some cash why didnt we do that yesterday while we were in town never thought bout it what a waste not as much fun with the sidecar and she was like not that interested maybe later in life when it gets a little more difficult to get around keep something of the fun in it the wind in the hair at thtat point just get myself a little cabrio soft top soft shell porsche something german a lot of sitting and waiting and porn a lot of television the flittering electric blue still trying to use the brain but it aint what i thought it was just another soft shell
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we are all participants in this war i am ready to say no all those around me scream weiter so just give me the truth all i want is some truth so so long as i dont see the babies being thrown into concertina wire i dont have to act upon it i hear the stories i dont need to believe them simply suspend my disbelief for the duration of the story let it take an emotional effect step up on the ride but i get off when it comes to the conclusion when the narrator runs out of breathe usually sooner when my attention span wanes yikes that sounds serious too serious for me i cannot engage on such a serious tone give me something a little lighter on the not so serious tone
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on the track and flog yourself to death you old horse you we must at least pretend as if it is going to work how often are you going to throw that machine on well you know it needs it use it or lose it cannot be sitting there the whole time costs just sitting there even more in the maintenance log a lot fo short stop and go driving got to get it out on the autobahn for a little bit and then some on the way back so you may as well enjoy yourself a little no sense in holding back when i can let loose for what now you may ask and the alcohol has not kept my innards disinfected what the hell chuck dont be throwing any of that away keep up a good stock a nice supply oh you are going for that for sure and all that drinking kicking down the immune system what chance am i giving myself none at all really when we talk about regret i am writing as if i am writing to you you are my only regret i know that now i should have made it work with you another way the fourth way why did i not make it work not not not unwilling i thought i wanted something else now that i have something else i realise wanted the same that i am the same there is nothing different about me at all the desires fir the pattern i am only good at one thing and i still dont know what that is so much that it isnt the bla bla not keeping up to speed just hurting myself and most of the around me not needing the fitting in schedule whenever you want to come around she is not well nowhere else to go no one is kicking anyone out here this is not how it goes but i am not waiting for permission well i hope you are happy happiness and health is what i wish you and your family my regret is only that i am not of your family that we are not a family how much has that come to bit me on the mind a real kick on the pants i am not sure what i am doing here what are we doing for each other here just pushing off the loneliness i can feel the loss of strength the tiredness the lethargy
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he used to just hit me or punch me whenever we pass no
matter where in the corridor on the field up an down the stairs still sitting
at the mensa table i dont know why i dont think he knew either but he did it
until one day until the time he came up from the showers and saw me smoking out
the window he leaned out the window and put his head up against mine give me a
cigarette what are you going to give me i wont hit you for a day thats not
giving me anything okay you can hit me anywhere anywhere free shot alright but
if you hit me if it isnt free than you dont hit me ever again alright i reached
back behind me and felt between his towel and stroked the head of his penis he
immediately straightened hitting his head on the window pane and took a swing
into my side never again i said fuck you you faggot and i threw a cigarette at
him he caught it and walked off as i turned to close the window i noticed a
light come on down below in the adjacent house a light in a window on the left
from the ground obscured by a hedge but from my elevated position i could
clearly see into a show recess with the shower head and curtain rail just
cutting into the top of the frame i froze when i saw the face of the
housemasters daughter in the window she pushed it open hot water streamed out
of the shower head and steam began to exit through the window she was still in
her brown tartan school skirt and white blouse i stay to watch her undress and
enter the shower she never draws the curtain on the show and i am finished
before her i take note of the time and
become a regular smoker words gets around and boyfriend apparent makes threats
on the playing field to which i play it out as if i have no idea what on earth
he is talking about if that is really the case then tell her yourself and her
dad will throw up a curtain but nothing changes i never talk about it no one
asks me about it i only smoke alone but eventually jay ambushes me fag in mouth
cock in hand neither of us want to ruin the precarious ritual he slowly
straddles up beside me takes a drag of my cigarette puts it back in my mouth
pulls out his cock and puts my hand on it i jerk him off he quirts and leaves i
flick the cigarette and finish myself off the next night he is waiting for me
at the window already smoking he has hand moisturiser dicks out he squirts
moisturiser onto my right hand and onto his left and he starts jerking me off
so i return the favour i come very quickly with the lube at anothers hand but
he doesnt seem to notice and continues he just stares down at the steaming
window i start to feel an incredibly sharp pain but i dont move dont stop
jerking him all eyes locked onto the show below a dance underneath a showerhead
i start to feel light headed and my vision grows darker my arsehole tightens up
real tight and i let out a deep breath a low sigh then i feel myself pumping
long and hard stroked of come fly out but still he doesnt stop and i look down
at a small third round of come spilling over his hand i hear him say it all
sprays out at once with you doesnt it i look up at him and see that he is looking
at my come dripping down the wall underneath the window frame he lets go of me
and takes a step back dont worry i dont come like that he puts his arms over my
shoulders and for a moment i think we are going to kiss and purse my lips but
there is a pressure on my shoulder and i quickly kneel blood rushes back to my
head i still go in for the kiss and taste moisturiser on his head my hand moves
back and forth faster and faster as my tongue makes circles and licks he takes
a sharp inward breath and pulls my head to him as he arches back my lips are up
against my hand up against his stomach and i feel come splash the back of my
throat i only taste the moisturiser i swallow an dhe slides out pulls up his
pants and out the door the next time i asked him not to put the moisturiser on
complaining of the taste dropped to my knees this was too straight forward he
turned around and walked out the door never to come back for a while a go it
alone to the dancing breasts eventually boredom kicks in and i drop the routine
i fill my time instead with studio time locking myself in flute practice
underneath the chapel a few weeks in rebecca finds me blowing a tune turns out
he apparent boyfriend told her about my voyeurism and she blew him off cause
she was into it self discovery of an exhibitionist when she had caught sight of
two guys jerking themselves off she couldnt resist so turned on she began to
masturbate and actually climaxed when she thought the two of them were going to
kiss for the last few weeks there was no excitement at the window just
frustration and after a slow careful round of questioning she had hunted me out
down here to relieve herself of some tension and she was very set on doing just
that behind these sound proof doors profanities under a house of god why did
she search me out i am not great beauty the imagination brings intimacy between
us she is between me and the door there is no way out of this stairway to
heaven the opening riff over and over again faintly faintly between open and
closed door she steps out of her panties and sits upon the upright piano over
the boxed keys with her heels locked onto the stool hands palm down i walk over
and bend over to explore between her legs gentle gentle nose lips tongue
listening and feeling for a reaction round up and down a silent game of warmer
colder until tow hands fall around me ears and beckon me to stand fall from my
face to my pants and cup themselves around me the left hand unzips as the right
dives in and frees dick pulling me forward herself right up to a moist entry
and then she lets fo and pulls me in pushes me out hands tight around my cheeks
not those cheeks having nothing like it before i can already feel myself ready
to finish i look at her face she has her eyes closed almost as if she is asleep
very relaxed if i focus on her study the lines on her face then i can hold a
longer i bring my hand to her back and hold her close squeeze here close she
starts rocking me slightly back and forth in and out and a little further in
and out now she moves with me from her hips my fingers come up against a zipper
and i release her school dress down the lower back it is already falling loose
around her shoulders i arch back to take in her breasts this arching pushes me
a little further in and her mouth makes an O i feel a tightness down below oh
shit i am coming but rebecca has not noticed pushing me back i slip out and she
jumps down in front of me trips me to the floor pulls my trousers down past my
knees straddles over me and manages to reinsert
my stil hard cock and begins to grind hard then squats up and down
rigorously i lose myself again and this time rebecca cannot help but notice as
i arch up and wrinkle my face in pain a throbbing pain she stops and sits on
the floor beside me are you alright yes it is a bit intense you came i now i am
sorry dont worry about it what are we going to do it is okay i know my routine
i cannot become pregnant now really so unlikely she taught me well maybe not
everything but a lot enough to get started to make me feel comfortable almost
confident and definitely to be able to control myself to afford enough time to
start to learn about her body i dont know when it began to fall apart it didnt
it just abruptly stopped the studio visits the practice sessions didnt dry up
not even died off rebecca never showed up after how many i dont know until that
night jay pulled me aside we have a case of beer come out and drink it with us
and we headed across the field to the greenskeeping shed with scoreboard push
through the brack and bush to the public side that the council cleans up every
other full moon position on the edge out of the streetlight unseen not unheard
i was drawn down there because i thought the alcohol could give me a chance
sexual encounter with jay once more with feeling we sat there drinking and
smoking finding a better posture more
comfortable improvement in all directions an attention to detail in balance
searching for comfort without damage you have to feel it in your bones that is
when rebecca turned up at first i was confused when as they chatted and laughed and then angry when they kissed but i was jealous above all so i drank and sunk into myself i drank so i wouldnt know myself i drank so i couldnt move finally i tipped over breathing heavily very still i couldnt answer them i guess they thought i had passed out but i had entered my own paralysis i was facing them so i could make out in my haze as rebecca rolled onto her back and peeled off her panties and spread her legs wide jay already had his pants around his ankles crawled between her legs and over her on all fours pushed himself inside back and forth it was over quickly jay rolled to one side lit a cigarette passed it to rebecca and lit another shared a beer and did it all over again after the second time jay closed his eyes and was still rebecca made her way over to me on her knees and pushed me onto my back unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock she put it into her mouth until it was hard then guided it in i wasnt present i was high above us all i could see jay laying there not far from me both still has death and rebecca on top grinding and swaying looking up at me in the sky then she called out to me up there and i came back down to the ground i felt rebeccas face on mine her breath in my breath
that would be grit be getting at it wanting some words or some sort of information send an email response what is going on with that kid i thought i put the information out there perhaps unclearly roland beergut they all do the same work in the lab and now that biggie two shoes is in with his own machines i really dont know what they are doing there but scratching their own button holes
sedentary breeds sedentary the couch is your enemy nothing of the eternal here i wanted to destroy myself as i saw myself
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we do whatever it takes to keep this party rolling whatever we can to put the food but more importantly the alcohol and the cigarettes onto the table into the mouth and move along been meaning to put that book in the fridge for a few days now and never got round to it i do hope it has not worn too much much not worn off not too much not at all with any luck hopefully full of hope hope does not die last i do who dies after hope me
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it was a baby goat not a lamb but a kid now that makes more sense to me now does it not back to the grandfather stories seemed to always make more sense to me than any of the other stories now we are all wrapped up in the detail long time since i have been telling that one all out of practice what are the stories you have been telling in different languages still spoiling doe ray me mister fixit i didnt think we are going all the way back to sydney times and these two munters are talking about childhood television again because they are working it in this is the in industry peak where are we selling this to the whizz bangs down at the bbc followed on twitter what a twat what is that doing for your ego having someone like that stealing your work i nearly got a coked up punch fist to the face because of a stewart lee quote making the news as it happens we are innit innit
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what a treat to be out of town not many doing what we are doing here on the edge between your legs you find forgotten god the virus comes to the surface to spurt out all over the place the customs the bringing it in want it or want it not how bad do you want it no sales inside the other side just a local thing with that kind of pull no one has heard of you outside the island the perfect release
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we have made everywhere else hell on earth unless you can get yourself across the atlantic then you are heading for the peninsula get me back into the promised land not big on the roof work get someone in to do that we had a go at it and we were not happy with the result so we go get someone who does it day in and day out works and looks good made to order that is not cheap anything i do not do myself is not going to be cheap babes i am so careful around you like a butterfly that barely touches the flower another glass object smashed take better care of nothing where on earth are you going to find that springing off absolutely fabulous no need to pretend like you have no money please leave my butter alone nice but dull i know you know we know each other tric no more surprises long time since i have seen that trick show me how you do it it is the knees that give me trouble sire uppity little cunt isnt she the station the station at the station on the platform the ticket man was whistling nonchalantly aimless whistle no tune in it particular thoughtless seeking probing whistle and i thought to myself maybe i can influence him one way or another and baa baa black sheep came to mind and i started softly humming it to myself and sure enough there he was whistling baa baa black sheep then they ask me to repeat it under laboratory conditions in the quest for repeatable results in consistency and reliability a value for certainty over knowledge can you do that again can you do that every time no sir i did nothing that is the world
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