He calls her beautiful He calls her pretty   He calls her on the phone But her’s not me.   He be creepin’ Sneakin’ Virtual freakin’ Free man?   Fuck him.   I ain’t even sleepin’   Damn.   I’m over this weepin’.   I’m ‘bout to make this thing End. But I still love him. Come again? **ETA: Just an exercise in rhyme...no worries!

         I find myself in the presence of the great Goddess Athena quite often lately, weekly actually, and  I am usually armed with only my iphone, which is ok but depending upon the light does...and try to banish away the curse from my young. For evil encodes upon one’s blood, hope only brings escape. Double Helix makes hard to not believe in such a fate. 15Sept09©Aquila

My silliness offends him My creativity is threatening My sexuality upsetting. My words, my voice, my actions, my being He finds just too obscene. Seen, But not heard Cower from the public eye He asks...livejournal.com/306747.html This was the response to being personally censored. I never did post a real entry about the deal, but if you are an inquiring mind wishing to know, feel free to ask! ;)

Snap snap, click click With long blonde hair She strikes a pose Wearing only underwear. Zoom zoom, in in See-through shirts Cleavage out Bent over in tiny skirts Shutter, Shutter String bikini Double...Pearly whites, sapphire eyes A touch of pride That she can compromise Snap snap, click click Internet access for every whore Skinny, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin What is it about them you adore

Write me a love letter Using your blue ink pen On a pink post-it note Every now and again. Scribbling secrets Red, yellow, green, blue Crayola crayons Purple marker too. Pass me your masterpiece While toasting us poptarts Breakfast sweets, treats, then sex You are my ace of hearts. If the crayons break And the pen dries up Send me an e-mail Just to say wazzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup! ;)