Sunday’s Biblical Bonanza

September 8, 2019

A man shall be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.

The Bible
Old Testament
Genesis 2:24

wild thing

August 4, 2019

Feed me to the wolves,
let them have my flesh. I am
something skin can’t hold.

r.l.m,

i will wade out

June 22, 2019

i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

e. e. cummings

I will wade out

December 13, 2018

i will wade out
##############till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
################################################Alive
######################################with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
##################################in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
###########################################Will i complete the mystery
###########################################of my flesh
I will rise
#######################After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
################And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

ee cummings

Flesh

November 25, 2018

The flesh is not obscene, it just takes a lot of poetry to tell it.

Roland Barthes
On Love
Critical Essays

Pain marks you

November 3, 2018

Who can remember pain once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.

Margaret Atwood
The Handmaid’s Tale

I love biting boy’s hips and thighs.

To give them a handjob, slowly building them to the edge, then abruptly stopping and squeezing hard at the base of their cock because – “who told you that you could come yet?”

And then, whilst I’m giving them a moment to gather themselves, before I continue, I bite down on their flesh…

I live for the way their body jolts in response to that, bite and how they suck in air through their teeth.

Domme Desu
Horny 24/7

remember pain

April 7, 2018

But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

Margaret Atwood
The Handmaid’s Tale

Flesh

April 12, 2017

Scot

We watched the election broadcast the other evening. Everyone so feckin’ similar. The politicians, I mean. Simple ciphers of a particular class? Miliband, Farage (Cameron and Clegg, too, though they didn’t take part in the, er, “debate”). Ninety minutes of the same old, same as.

Shite, by whatever name you call it, is still shite.

The media, post broadcast, describes “Miliband and Sturgeon clash”…On screen it was no more severe than a pair of crossdressers falling out over the same handbag. The whole shower are as charismatic as a bucket of two-day-dead jelly fish.

Still, the English voters will be reassured to know that Sturgeon is on her way to say them all! God bless the Scots Nats.

Spent most of yesterday outside. Cooler, more overcast. Throughout the afternoon, heard one of the buzzards, or perhaps a pair, calling. Such a plaintive sound. Peeea-ay. It carries miles on the faint breeze. They mate for life, do buzzards. More faithful than most human beings. With the onset of spring, the males perform the “Rollercoaster” to attract females to them: diving, plummeting towards the ground in a spiral like kamikaze pilots intent on selfdestruction, but then immediately pulling up, climbing and repeating this spectacular aerial display over and over until the female capitulates. What risks these males take to find feathered companionship!!

We have people staying with us for the weekend. Saturday, today, commences one of my famous (infamous?) breakfast party’s. From ten o’clock people will show up, friends mainly, old and new, for breakfast. This will go on for most of the day. Huge array of food available, including wide vegetarian selection of goodies. But there will also be flesh enough to satisfy the carnivores.

During 2013 the UK, a country of “Animal Lovers” slaughtered over a Eight billion animals to feed themselves. This included 9.8 million pigs, nearly 15 million sheep, 18 million turkeys, 14 million ducks, over 945 million chickens and 2.6 million cattle. Add to that 4.5 billion fish and 2.6 billion shellfish you have a total of over 8 billion animals killed in the UK each year.

Nice, eh.

This equates to around 22 million animals slaughtered every day; 919,000 an hour; 15,000 per minute and 255 every second. Good job we’re a nation of animal lovers, and not haters, eh, what?

Funny thing, is as she stumbled through the leaders debate on TV the other night, Green Party leader Natalie Bennett made no mention of any of this. That’s how GREEN they really are, I guess. More windmills to save the environment, while fifteen billion cattle fart and crap unrestrainedly filling the air with wonderful life enhancing methane.

I’ve mentioned before, I believe, my watching TV programmes like NCIS, CSI, and other alphabet-spaghetti “dramas” (how that word is abused and misused), with the volume on mute. This, boys & girls, is the only way to watch! It allows me to construct my own “plot” and dialogue to cover the on screen action. For example, last night on NCIS, the Goth girl who appears to live in a laboratory and is obviously NOT a scientist but a practising Goth Witch, conjures information from the music of the spheres, while remaining addicted to some liquid concoction (most obviously an hallucinogen of some description) provided to her in innocuous cardboard cartons. She is enslaved it’d seem by the NCIS team who keep her drugged and amenable to their constant demands on her occult powers…

You get the idea?

Any future Leaders debates I will also watch with the volume muted. I already know what’s going to be said…