Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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Flying high

We laugh together as we run into the air-conditioned airport terminal from the muggy heat outside. The effect was miraculous on you as I glanced at you once we were inside. Aside from raising your[…]

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Majick

Ivy Johnson woke up on the morning of her 18th birthday to the sound of a bird tapping it’s beak on her window. The sun was not up yet, but the sky was getting purple.[…]

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Explosive penis

During World War II, an American warship was attacked by the Japanese. A torpedo was heading towards the ship and a hit seemed inevitable. The captain told the navigator to go down to the crew[…]

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