More Meat for the Masses of Mental Stimuli Junkies..."just one fix!!"
Jan. 3, 2000 "Death of me"
Someday, you'll be the death of me. I know it. You are a sweet treat; a pretty piece of meat. But, somewhere, hidden under neath the Foppish Forelocks of a Marquis, there's something far more sinister. A bit more Pain, than Pleasure, lies there; as do I, in my Chains of Lust. Like a Good Pet, I come when called; you've trained me so well. With the Death of Me, you will mourn, But (i should hope), not for long. For, there are many others, who are far more worthy than i, to bestow your riches upon. These Filthy Bitches of the Aristocracy might be harder to keep in line, but then again, you always did like a challenge. And I? I always wanted to Die...
1-3-00 "Pout"
As they say in that song, one from back in the days, Fangs ruin all the Cute pouts that you put on. But, you do look so tender, and oh so Slender, when you try to woo my thoughts away from the Hunt. A tousled lock, preferably yours, will send me reeling, and keeling, about the floor. "But, My Sweet, you are my Pet. A boy needs all the friends he can get, after all." And you know that i appreciate the Favors, and the Flirtations. SO why pout on such a night as this? there's too much that we would rather/could Celebrate, instead. With Pen in hand, i remark upon how Things have Changed. The toothy grins, all of your own Creation, appear like magic, at the tableside. You simply shrug, and blame some Nameless Kat. Such a Pouty kitty thou art!!!
1-3-00 "Nancy Boi"
He's a happy Lad; Keeps his Tails in his
Jag. The Cheap perfume attracts a Femme Chylde
From an age Gone by. He knows this Game; is
It male, or can it be a Girl? The Wilde
Wood is no place for a Nancy BOI or
Grrl to play alone, so He makes his way
Over to where the Dreamer awaits. More
Fiction than fact, they sit and talk. This may
Be His Mate/Her lover cannot wait. It's
Simply Wished: To be Loved, by all and
Just One, at the same time. A Fag is lit,
And passed betwixt them. Turning, pale and bland,
The rest of the world tries to hide. They Do
Not wish to see Diversity. "Not here.
Not in my Backyard." The Town says. But, WOO
Each other, They Will...They hold not One Fear
Of the Out Side World. Union of Boi to
To Grrl; Purely a Nancy's Wish to Have /View.