I like writing stories about various subjects as well as sex. Some are fiction and others are about real events - hopefully with a humourous slant.
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Balanced taste of movies and books.
Fried egg, ham, beans, and fried potatoes. Followed by ice cream and mandarin oranges
Of course, it's where Simuel Taylor Coleridge got his idea for Kubla KhanKubla Khan Related Poem Content DetailsBY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEOr, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean; And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight ’twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.back to top I thought it was from a drug induced dream.
Yep, a quick look at Batman's rogues gallery makes us realize that this was all intended for kiddies. https://upload.lushstories.com/1090506800-villains.jpg Yes kids as opposed to kiddies.
Batman is for kids for god's sake.
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I only met my father 3 times during my life. Once when I was four - the day he left and then I got curious when I had kids of my own so I traced him - after not seeing or having any contact with him for 40 years. We arranged a meeting and when we did I met my other siblings from his second marriage. I took my then family to meet them all. I do not regret this and my mother accepted this as a perfectly natural thing to do despite it being of some discomfort to her and the other members of her family. It wasn't an accusation of both of my parents neglect - my father's for showing no interest in me and hers for not encouraging communication but just a very strong curiosity about it all. These were their actions and I was not judgemental but the bottom line is they would have had the responsibility for this and the onus was not on me just as your situation was not created by you. If your mother has any strength of character I'm sure she will understand without any surreptitious notes under pillows but a frank open discussion face to face.
In those days I couldn't even spell condom.
Sniztel leftovers from last night's Crimbo party the Czechs have a special day where the kids meet St Nicholas, (a religious Santa figure) an angel and a devil who grill them about their behaviour the good ones get a goody bag, (nobody ever confesses to bad behaviour).
Neutron Dance - The Pointer Sisters Love their version of Fire by Bruce Springsteen.
I hear the words but they don't sink in. My mind can't hold what you're saying. Feeling the years, I'm holding back tears. You're putting a voice to my worst fears. Days used to be brighter and we could laugh at time. Years have gone, we're getting on, being old's a crime. Life burns out in a smoky haze, It gets shorter as the memories fade. One door closes, another one shuts, ...
Added 17 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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We don't meet out on the street but in some secluded corner. Where I gaze into her eyes, wondering who is telling lies. These sweet stolen moments are craved all the time, Inside intense emotions, outside I'm just fine. There are times I've touched her soul and I feel that I have reached her. No common sense to spoil the dream this is not a sordid scheme. Embrace, then she's...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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The day it all started everything seemed normal to the point of mundanity. As he entered he noted the familiar smell of pot-pourri that seems to cling to all charity shops. He looked around the rails of secondhand clothing dominated as usual by female garments. His eyes searched swiftly and he saw the shelves of books at the back beside CDs and video tapes of discarded movies. Amongst the...
Added 02 Apr 2013 | Category Love Stories
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Celine. Stare at the screen, Eyes are so green. Only a screen, Can they be seen. She'll always be, A mystery. If we ever met, Would it be to regret? Finger tip, holds down a key. A digital dream that's my Celine. Verse: Electro machine, Can it still mean, Something real, Though virtual. Verse: Willing to go, With this cyber falling. I can't...
Added 18 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Litomerice On the streets of ancient stone we wandered in the snow. Made love every day, our bodies seemed to know. The only choice to hold on tight. Not caring what's wrong or right. It's good to know and feel the pain. Expose yourself to love's domain. Orene is the one I love she's my Prague fantasy, An absinthe dream come true, a new reality. Its not a love...
Added 17 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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The Innocent Audience. My girlfriend Alena and I have a ground floor flat in a three storied house in a quiet Prague Suburb. The windows of our kitchen overlook the back garden which is also joined to the back garden of the house opposite. There is a gate in the fence that separates the two gardens. She is very attractive with long red hair, a pretty face with...
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