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Wiggle your worm and make it funky.

Pound your scotch
and check your watch

It's time for Username
to post something inane.

Hey, that rhymes!

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Bitter angry tears of regret
dining solitary
at this one man banquet.

Sampled and tossed made to feel like refuse
I lost my love
I lost my muse

Heartbroken and shoes untied
hair disheveled
filled with lies

Promises of things to come
my soul undone.

Life stays the same
Nothing changes
I should have been prepared
for these coming stages.

Laying on the bed i wonder
of what I could have done
to garner

The loss of love and what comes with it
tears and pain
I guess befit

The man I am and always will know
and all

Sonnet for noone~

By Boo ~

Do I trip, or stumble or lose my breath.
Sanctified in my mind this happiness.
Traveling together not end at death.
Hand in hand in a dream feel my caress.
Sun and storms will oft intersperse our life.
To be taken up on an ocean deep.
Beset by waves of emotion and strife.
Yet washed away complete by simple sleep.
Time together with you is time replete.
Turn dark to light in a head of turmoil.
Touched through and fully scored deep and complete.
Permeating core nothing to assoil.
Set adrift and left to grow and flower.
You give me your all, fill me with power.

Squeaky Gates and a Picket Fence

Squeaky Gates and a Picket Fence ~ By Boo

The day ends and with it comes a smile. The smile that comes with the
knowledge that in time the creak of a well worn hinge will greet your
ears followed by the sound of a key sliding smoothly into a lock. The
door opens silently and you place your things down with a rustle and a
jingle of keys. From nearby you notice the sizzle and smells of dinner.

Walking into the kitchen, cats nestle around your ankles happy to have
you home. You lean over and scratch the kitties behind the ears and the
nuzzle you even harder.

A click and clank grabs your attention. It's the sound of the stove
being turned off a lid being put on a hot pot.

You look up and a man in standing in front of you. His face glowing
from the many years of smiling and joy you have brought him. His hand is
outstretched and he beckons for you.

You step forward and he comes to meet you in embrace. You can feel his
heart beating hard against his chest as yours melds with his. It's been
a decade, but you are used to this because it's the same everyday. He
loves you now like the first day your bodies united at one and the
thousands of times in between.

Without a word he turns slowly and pulls you gently along behind him
and to the bedroom. Taking you in his arms again he lays you softly down
on the bed and envelopes you. Your clothes are long since gone, but the
rapture of the moment has you wondering when they came off.

His love for you is strong and you can feel it. It's palpable.

He loves you and you know it.

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O' ye
hold back the dark
for it creeps in and holds me at bay
saps my will
and scares me
plagues each waking moment
keeps me secluded and wary

For' ye
make the umbra step back
assault the bonds and break them
refresh my reserves
strengthen me
pacify the night
make me feel safe

O' I
hope to do the same for ye
and drive the light home
be behind the smiles that cross your face
be part of your waking thoughts
and bring to you

May the day be graced by your presence as I am by the mere thought of

Yours, Boo

(no subject)

So I really hate people who play online games and feel the need to cheat. I made this flash movie here about some fucker who is a blatant user of a program called Macro Quest (used for warping about zones, killing monsters, stealing from other people etc.)

P.S. Unf unf.

That which is Username~

I am Username. I don't make layouts. I am comprised primarily of cheese and sheepskin condoms, with just a touch of bacon. I don't write here much, because I forget a lot. (Cheese and condoms, especially the sheepskin variety are not known for their ability to retain information.) If not for the bacon, I'm reasonably sure I would forget I exist.

One day I will remember to type those random thoughts here on a regular basis. Till then... call me sporadic at best.
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