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cheap sexhe wrote a song about feeling high.he wrote a poem about drugs,vodka and cheap sex.
povestea care a declansat avalansa de sentimente proiectate in cantecul lui incepea cu un el si o ea.ea era goala,invelita in cearsaful murdar si slinos.tinea in mana o tigara lunga,aducea cu o actrita din anii '70,parea ireala,pulberea de par i se preligea peste umerii ascutiti.pe jos erau cioburile unei foste sticle de vodka,sparte inainte sa fie golita.stropi mari de lichid transparent udasera covorul vechi si prafos.
el statea la fereastra,intins cu picioarele pe pervaz,sprijinit de un scaun care scartaia la fiecare bataie a inimii sale.privea rasaritul

Ramble, topic: sexSo, sex. S-e-x, three letters. I don't like this word. It's such a heavy word. I hate how everyone makes sex into a big deal. It's like "oh, did you just say, sex? Oh, you did! How ghastly!" I don't think sex is a big deal. In fact, I can't wait to get over with it. I hate being a virgin, its so annoying. I can't see sex being a good experience, at least not till you've been having it for awhile. I see it as something awkward, and annoying, and nerve racking. I know that the first time I have sex I'm going to be really self-conscience, since I won't know what I'm doing and will be worried about my "performance" and how I look to the person I'

Sex as an IndustrySo here are my thoughts at this moment. I'm tired of the media, the market, and everything else, all of it pinpointing sex, and the male sex drive, as a weakness, and how they exploit this weakness in order to fulfill their own greed. I hate it. I hate how abundant it is. It's all over television, magazines, clothing doesn't help. Everyone buys into it.

Then I think. This is probably how it's been for thousands of years. This is the ultimate prize. This is the deus ex machina to pleasure, the absolute ultimate and top end to all things good and everything is defined as such. Men have always sought women. Men will continue to seek women. Wome

Scenes of sex and love.---

Dear traveller,
if you heard your voice in high octaves today, don't
worry, it was just me; with only an ocean between us, I'm sure
I was loud enough.

You and I, darling, we don't watch movies, but we should
get together and turn the TV on. I miss
the shadow-puppet theatre of our bedroom floor, our legs
like lovers knots
on the wall. You can be the
wingspan of my butterflies; intertwine our thumbs,
and we can fly. But

kiss me here, first. Touch me
and I'll arch my back on command, bridge the differences
between our climaxes,
hold the promise of
you in the hollow of the curve of my spine.
Bruise me with the tip-

Sex and siliconLook at all those beautiful people.
There seems to be so many of them, huh?
Always on the TV, magazines: everywhere!

And so we are blind.
Look at the people around you:
Who
Looks
Like
That?

WHY are we held to a vision that is nearly impossible to uphold?

Go to google images and type in “anorexia” or “bulimia”
Is this what you want the world to be?
Look up “plastic surgery”
Look at all those beautiful people

Not one of them is real.

WHY would someone risk death or major, expensive surgery
Just to be like those people on TV
Who are nothing
Nothing without their makeup and their silicon and their

Gender vs SexThey demand to know
Whether you're of the masculine or feminine sort:

"Tell them i'm neither, Paul! Tell them i'm neither!"

And while they dragged you away for further enquiry,
I stood there thinking:

(why aren't the male genitalia measured using the metric system?)

The Routine of SexThe Ritual Of Sex

A few beers. A game of shots. It's a drug night, too. The smoke looks like dragons in your eyes. Burns like fire in your lungs. Hands. They're been there since the beginning. Helping you out of the car. Helping you to more beer. Helping you stumble back to the car hours afterward. Later, helping you out of your clothes.
But, you're not done yet, because you're not quite drunk enough. Not quite high enough. Not yet. Absthinance. Green burning in your brain. It makes you want to sing. Bellow out sad songs no one but you has ever heard. That's

It's just sex, or is it?It's just sex, or is it? - Part I

I never thought that I would say anything along these lines, and ask me about this subject a year ago and you would have gotten a completely different answer, but as it stands, a year older, a year wiser, and poof you have the present.

Sex. Three letters, arranged in a manner that brings blushing to some, scowls from others, smiles, seduction, and is wholly taboo in public. When asked a year ago what I thought sex was I would have responded that is it the only way to get closest to the woman you love, that sex brings a certain completion to a relationship, a bond which isn't easily broken or cast aside.

sexSex is awsome, sex is great.
I wish they served sex on a plate.

Find a condom put it on.
Find a girl and get it on.

Sex.

One day
I'm going to actually have sex
And I'm going to be real good at it
Because I masturbate alot!

The Weaker SexSociety wants me to feel
Sorry for being a guy
My goal is to break your heart
My purpose is only to lie
But let's just beg the question
As I've always wanted to do
Let me ask you seriously
What can I do better than you?

You're all way smarter than me
All the days you have applied
Yourselves in school while I
Sat quietly to the side
You're way more active than me
Involved with talents galore
I did nothing in high school
And not any times before
When financial problems arise
Never a time there's been
Where I've seen you all
Repeat the problem again
Time after time after time
I've been at mercy of cost
And speaking in terms

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(or breathe or speak or see)
And nightly, I go to a bench by the canal;
A perfect place for a meeting.

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And has a smoke, as usual.

He says; "I used to be like you"
(it makes you wonder why)
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To the things that ruined everything."

"Now, I have no house, no photos;"
(no-one to have photos of)
"I have no property, and yet no problems;
Because belongings weigh you down."

"I only draw now. Gives me something to do"
(in between the smokes and sleep

R.It watched me in another
Space/
Time/
Universe?
But I can never ask the specifics.

I count down from ten
Recite the alphabet in reverse
Walk backwards down the cellar steps;
And it is there, pinning me rigid
With the gaze that holds all the answers
But won't let on.

"Make the world your own", it says
"and things will make sense-
Never stop questioning."
Its speech skips my ears
And shoots straight to the brain.

Eyes stuck, rolled backwards
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"If you find the others
you, in turn, will be saved."
And it's gone. I still see flashing dots when I blink.

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Snow Day3:47 am, 22nd February, 2005
(I can tell because the screen of Laura's phone is glowing through the darkness)
And oh, it's been a beautiful evening
From the whiskey and coke
With its fiery trail to the stomach
To the pretty stranger
(his stubble scraping violently around my mouth)
To the walk home alone
To the blame and the it's always about you
And with a wonderful performance by yours truly
(best supporting actor: Gilette venus, pulled to pieces).

The stars aren't falling from the sky
(although if they were, they're certainly as cold as they look)
It's snow.
Featherlight, wet and coating my eyelashes.
Spinning down, spirali

ToesYou sleep like an angel on these Thursday mornings
And, come 7:45am, the exact same sunbeam
(always perfect and frost-shot)
strikes your face from its hiding place;
The gap in the curtains
(rather like a daytime assasin).

And oh, you're pretty in sleep and charming in blank
At moments like these, I miss you
You must know that, right?
(More than I miss the duvet you've claimed as yours)
And I'm goosebumped and icey pale;
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Spin lightyears above us, and I wish
(just for now, for one touch)
you'd visit me in this fr

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Sex Educationby ~looktoyourright

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Well, I wanted to write a poem about shagging. And I did, too. I'm a woman of her word. My first few attemtps just came out as rude limericks, but eventually, I wrote this. If it makes you remember sex educaton at school, then my work is done.

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~miyukixjemai May 25, 2010

lolz yeah i remember that day quite clearly... and your right...they never did tell me pain would feel so good...

~miyukixjemai May 25, 2010

lolz yeah i remember that day quite clearly... and your right...they never did tell me pain would feel so good...

~anime-sunrise Oct 22, 2009

In the school district they had sex class from the 5th grade to jr high. They taught us bout a lot of stuff even though i already knew it but they never handed out condoms or female products for us, and all of a sudden they canceled sex ed for the whole school district even though it wasnt an actual class don't know why but they did so now kids have to learn from parents and the parents aint teaching their kids nothing. 2nd graders are running around my town talking and dancing like they done had sex already!

~LORD-AND-MASTER-KIK Apr 7, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

in my crappy school they showed us that vid thats from the fiftys and told us that "sex is a horrable sinical thing" its not even a christian thing. didnt exsplain puberty didnt exsplain sex condoms all they told us about was thign that kept makeing sex sound like it hurt and youd hate it and that youd get horrbile stds from it and you be pregnant. that day on the bus we were all talking and turns out we knew more from the internet all the guys talked bout porn junk and girls talked bout stuff like aunt flow and shit also one girl actually told us that she had sex already ( shed been held back ) and that its hurts at first but if your smart its awesome in truth kids talking to each other about sex is better isnt it and saying its a sinical thing will just make everyone go "hmmmmm LETS TRY IT "