Brain Farts
Quiet planets make beautiful little parks for the gods to stroll and wander.
Little god-lings bouncing around, giggling and drooling.
Young god couples feeling each other up behind the bushes.
Junkie gods leaving spent needles.
God whores dropping soiled rubbers
And god pets leaving little droppings in the warm young grass.
Do you think those freaking gods would stoop and scoop?
Not bloody likely, eh?
(and now for something completely different)
Spanking and squeaking.
Shades of pink flash in the eye.
And the Blues shine through.
Smiles can lie but so can tears.
Beg me to stop.
Go on.
Try.
Little god-lings bouncing around, giggling and drooling.
Young god couples feeling each other up behind the bushes.
Junkie gods leaving spent needles.
God whores dropping soiled rubbers
And god pets leaving little droppings in the warm young grass.
Do you think those freaking gods would stoop and scoop?
Not bloody likely, eh?
(and now for something completely different)
Spanking and squeaking.
Shades of pink flash in the eye.
And the Blues shine through.
Smiles can lie but so can tears.
Beg me to stop.
Go on.
Try.
posted by Rex Venom at 10:47 PM
5 Comments:
I don't do beggin....but for you, I could try it just this once....maybe! *wink*
xx
why? why would someone ask u to stop?
"Brain Farts"
dis Rex comes up wid the weirdest titles for his farts
*smiles*- I wont beg you to stop....just keep going...good post.
Stop, cause I like it so much.
Go on, cause it hurts.
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