F*ck me to Hendrix Johnno

Would you lie here with me and just forget the world?

Why Pornography may be like cotton candy and not a soul destroyer.

I haven't seen vast amounts of adult films. Perhaps 20 to 30 in my life, and that's it. (Some Internet surfing for pics and free movies too). Not XXXcessive!

Sure, policing of this type of fare should be done properly ... no children thanks!
However, I think there is a lot of bantering and misconceptions about porn.

It objectifies the sexes and cheapens the natural act of human lovemaking, and is a degrading influence on society. I'm sure all these arguments have validity.

There is a certain side to human nature that craves chaotic, lustful, untamed expression. Let go of the reins and be free in your natural passions.

Personally, I've never found porn to be that addictive. Like a sugar rush it can satisfy a quick need and dissipate in a shortish time frame .... gone away.

If you accept your own sexual nature fully and not be harsh with your body's needs and don't tie up your head with love only .... then you may fly..

Peace Brothers and Sisters and relax yo' life .... Fatherspirit 'Ripley', last surviving crew member of the S.S. Nostromo ...... signing off (wink).

Sometimes you cannot score a root.

I said, in no uncertain terms, that I wanted his sex,
How can you be that polite about matters such (letter Fedex?),
Yes I panted and his keen, bespectacled eye ran over nouns,
Pump it, suck it, bend me over, much they frowns.

What do you do when all you want is sleaze and sin?
Rip the sh*t out of your psalms and line the bins,
I'm sorry and sorry and contrite but I can't go on,
'til Mister kiss does kiss my kiss and sighs Tuscon...

The morality of it: I was weeping still over the loss,
The loss of my Ma and Pa and breaking the ming vase heart,
He was warm and comforting and loving and ... well nice,
Not being perverse and keeping tones indicted vice.

O.K., I float .... I watched the cowboy jokes get busy so,
But I loved him purely and was natural to be J's Ho,
I just wanted to hold the F*cker for sh*ts sake, love 'im!
SORRY THO GOD*DAM HELL, I DID NOT SEE THE 699 TUHIIN!!

I saw the 2 x 666 in the contact numbers and laughed, pure devilry?
A bit of a Virgo wink and gayed me up shadowed out to chivalry?
He had a wife Jokester, I didn't mean to be this damn sold my pal,
F*ggot, Pooft*h, Fairy, Homo ............ GO TO HELL!!!!!

Hate the B*stard .... but never lose your mojo!
(Dedicated to all them who asked the question ... and to all them who did not ...)

Ms Monroe was a Godly Whore..

Marilyn rang Bobby K. to save her hand,
But fate was quick to see her go unto a grand,
Look, you don't tread paths that way without the soul,
Ms Monroe didn't coke around, she was The doll!

R.I.P. N.J. and get the f*ck off that grate now ........... sewerage updraft Babe!

The serious science of Courtney Love

I don't care that her mascara runs,
And the daughter saw her death time,
She could have killed old Kurt,
And run off with the pumpkin boy tonight.

Courtney has run a riot race and be that may,
Look at the way her flame dispersed and went away,
When we judge and think we know the answers now,
And see a witch for what she is, the dow...

Up and down and up and down counting out the dough,
Rollingstone and chucking mirrors at the M.L.Ciccone,
Love love love and writing notes to Paul Mcartney,
Lennon would have chucked to see the whore at party.

Suck it, f*ck it, luck it out and tear your brains,
Eric and Melissa and Patty and other bright stains,
Janz my Seattle blues and crack the whi[s in zone,
Love Hate Love Hate Love Hate ... derivative drone ....

Love you Ms Love ......... still

Goldie Hawn is my Mother

I don't have track marks and I don't do that speed sh*t at the fancy poker clubs,
You have a choice and you can be the Mister truth teller and be the serious one,
Or you can chill ... hey, what are the rules and where are you doing that sh*t!
She always said to me, follow the flow love grouper and be sure of what it is...

I broke the rules and I looked him in the eye (behind hands) and said 'screw me'!
There was a price to pay and I did not look up the ass of Oxford scholars, nope,
Cos I am an actress, yep, the oracle of Polish parts has spoken his stories,
If you look for even edges and the right answer and only the right one then Hell!

Why did the speeding car collect the post and the lady of the moon go tragic flame,
Why did those towers ignite and the Arab sheiks suck kisses with the white devil,
Why must I remember Ravensbruck and the way they tortured that lovely princess,
Why does Daniel Craig have angles that make the Martian spheres weep with stanzas.

The time may come when you fall off the wagons and break down that oaken door,
'Hey b*tch, I married you and will do the right thing but my cock wants new times!',
When Virginia Woolf screamed that she wanted her space and could not breath now,
The world did not inflame and the futures still spun and she won her right to die.

Goldie Hawn is my Mother and taught me how to be alive in taking away my drains,
The highlights of a fancy Vegas strip club and the pole dancing freakos with spice,
Relax and feel your way to the higher plains and never take a Quaalude with thee now,
And sit your laps in to a night of taken men and broken vows, where love shall weep.

A disclaimer ....

Welcome to the world of my self-indulgence ...
I write for me ...
Out it spews ...
I don't like your world ... perhaps
I am not really a fan of the dumb preeners on well lit pedestals
Yeah, but Cate's just one another Oscar!
Oh dear, a famous soccer star is dead from heroin ... praise him!
I see the 25,000 children in Africa who died slow deaths this week..
THAT is THE NEWS!!! Well, Bono, had a special concert in Copenhagen ...
THEN HE LEFT ON A F*CKING PRIVATE JET PLANE AND ATE AT THE HARD ROCK CAFE IN PARADISE!!
Well, maybe not exactly but his 'contribution' didn't even measure against his wealth!
But Barack and friends will save America!! First, lose the ego and the fancy manners!
Dance slow ... make love ... go backwards nine yards and feel for the unrequited sods..
And be polite ... and love the future.... and vote for the Democrats, cos Hollywood.

PLEASE WORLD, FORGET ABOUT THE GOLDEN GLOBES AND GEORGE F*CKING CLOONEY AND SAVE THE POOR CHILDREN WHO HAVE NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING!!!!!

THAT is the Love of GOD!! ..... All else is PANDERING!!! Be free and love the down trodden!!!!

Eat something.

Time for a meal ...
I don't know what I want to eat,
Not chicken ... and not bread,
I don't want a healthy salad thing ..

Greasy stuff? No ......
Soft and white? No ....
Be different and suck it then ... No
Jelly beans and pansified dolmadis, F*CK NOT!!

I don't want chips,
I won't eat the sh*t downstairs,
No noodles, no magnums, no MacflippinDonalds!
I don't want more Dreamy treats either!

You HAVE to eat! Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!
NO!! Go away!!! Fish 'n' chips, soiled nappies ...
Bacon bits, burger rings, homosexual arse ...
Take a bite and suck on the fame tap baby!!

You are sick and you can die!

So, you are sick?
A bit wayward in the mind ...
But we shall listen for awhile,
Then doubt ... then discard.

The qualified man in the white coat is a sh*thead!
And arrogant! And we are busy and not rich,
But hey, those holidays and the nice car,
And then we save stacks and we ignore.

Too bad for the past mistakes ...
That WE made ... and no, you are fine,
NOT sick .... just 'bad' or stupid,
Go away the family is hugging itself.

Don't tell me I didn't care!
You got gifts from me on a rare day,
I was fair about you, you suckhead!
I poisoned the rest about you too!

I lied about you and bashed ..
Your reputation ... then,
pretended to be a friend,
And said 'let's look for a flat'.

Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!
The guilty go unpunished,
And the ones who should no better...
Laugh themselves at plays.

'Of course we are close'..
'He is just difficult' ..
And then you leave for others,
And you get sh*tty when you are wrong.

'Attention seeker!'.. 'Always in strife',
'I'm sick of this .. and sick of you!',
'Perhaps the Doctor was right after all?'
'Too bad!!.. You are sick and you can DIE!!'

Eat sh*t and die!!

I don't care that you 'love' me!
'But I love you', you say.
I don't care that you make concessions for me,
I don't want him jailed I am forgiving,
I don't want your monetary 'gift' then silence...
And insults ... and more 'he is bad' stories.
I don't like your BULLSH*T B*TCH!!
I don't want to have to put up with ...
Your secret lustings for me!
I can intuit what you feel at times,
Or else I am going completely bonkers!
I don't care for your perfect manners
And your tidy married Nirvanac tunes.
And then your 'acceptance' of others,
And your possible own gay affair.
The times are changing... we move on.
Bet you knew the score before this,
I bet you were aware of it all ...
And you just pretended to be 'normal'.
Sure, I was a dirty B*tch ...
And I said that your manhood could be in me,
And I would serve your needs happily,
And maybe I did pick up on your sad vibes...
And found you appealing and f*ckable!
And maybe, just maybe you were intrigued ..
By the 'dirty' minded lad without morals,
Who gets shot at in the polite press,
And who has to put up with the taunts,
We are disappointed and MUST ban you!
And beat you with the punishments etc,
Then be sympathetic a little and leave alone,
Don't lock him away, he is 'troubled' etc, etc.
Well F*CK YOU and Eat sh*t and die!! Hugz. x

Family values...

It's Christmas time and we shall remind you,
I am the man and the woman and the others who you knew,
You are suffering and not living so well but nobody's home,
But hey, December the 25th, remember us?
We wiped your bum and we gave you life and we smiled at fetes,
And the camera took the pics of our little group .... that dissolved,
Gone now as you didn't walk a good line, and you told the truth ..
About my violence.. and you were not smiling enough at the 10th gathering.
You looked grim out of beat and you had your own ideas,
We spat acid at you and told others how 'difficult' you were..
YOU ARE!!! Even though we divorced and we ate vegan and we pouted ...
Blandly, with cruelty ... angrily and full of veiled hatreds!!
Come stay ... but be on time.. and follow the rules ... and eat the sh*tty meals!
AND GET THE F*CK OUT OF THE HOUSE! .. LOSER! .... BAD BOY!!! Despicable WHORE!!!
But Hey, it's the 25th of December and your gift shall arrive...
And you shall smile and forget all the crap treatment .... after all,
It was your own fault!!! YOU VARMINT!! Be happy now, for one day ...
And swallow the lies and appreciate our efforts! ......
Then rot in Hell for the next 364!! ....... Perhaps not for your Birthday tho'!
God Bless ..... You sick crap arse LOSERS!!!!!!!!!! x

I do not want the boy in pink...

We are liberated now!
We march as we choose!
We shall soon be tied in two!
And young ones run to the car!
We have fought hard!
We are having a gay Olympics!
We do not accept that you ran!
Join us, be proud, be OUT!
Bisexual? A cover, a front!
Now you are straight? DESTROY!
There are new rules!
New rules for the liberated ones!
The world is happy for us now!
The time for the rainbows is here!
Do you like the eyeliner and Preset funk!
We are militant and eating your world!
We must have our own left, right, lefts!
Choose your man and dance to the tune!
Hip clothes, hip lives, or just me!
Being me, being me, being me!!
The world is yours and you can fly But,
.... 'I' do not want the boy in pink....

The man who was a cat ...

You were slinky..
and watched the quarry from afar,
You snuck up behind,
But were never seen,
You came close,
And breathed heavy and sighed ...
Your lover boy was unaware,
And you kissed him again ...
He read your messy hand,
And quivered and the angry love,
STALKER!! The papers were not kind,
Back to the shadows ..
And your dark alleyways ...
Cringing, down ... outed.
The man who was a cat looked sideways,
And killed with a thought the man who was not.

I followed my gut

You cannot trust your instincts!
Says who?
I did not turn right but head back for the mall,
I did not call my Sister as her condescension rang,
The subtlety of gross behaviors gave a hunch,
We will love you again in five don't be precious,
And Jesus said to forgive, forgive, forgive,
Thrash him again and tell how bad his name is,
I did not like the man who gave me sweets and smiled,
He had the right suit on and the choir sang sweetly,
But I felt that he was not the full ticket,
So I gobbled sugary favors and ran, ran away.
Then you lost your phone, and the contact died.
But I felt that maybe there was a purpose,
Perhaps the Universe really does know its ways,
And the fickle lads who bent right then left,
Just may understand more than you about things.
He screamed to the heavens of his love for vice,
But was it really? Did he follow his own drummer?
And you sneered and told more lies ... made it up.
She went from black to green and read other tomes,
And you shook your head and blasted the Gospels,
I don't eat, and then I do, and then I sex it,
And then I pat a dog and leave your ways untouched,
Say 'hello' and bless the fortunes for taking,
Looking right, left, right and voting same,
And denying my words as being true as it was yesterday,
I loved you but you now look wrong with a dirty tie,
You are naked in my arms but your love has lost spice,
As that picture of the boyfriend in fables lost,
Is now on my mind and I have changed ...
But what you said at the altar must live on,
Perhaps ... but I don't feel that good ...
And I am not liking your sad ways and your eyes,
And that slight tic and the unseen and the unspoken.
You give yourself away by silence and a slight ghosting,
You did not say 'away!' I chose ... I fled .... I am gone.
Love the family, but they rotted away....
Be kind to the 'Gods' ... I gave them milk then left,
For good .... on the bus for Brighton ... just so
I could eat any d*mn flavored gelati I wanted right then!
..... sway, sing, love, hate, change, deny, bless ... in no rational order,
I followed my gut... x

The men with the money..

The men with the money made the rules ...
They said 'We run the world' and all shall bow,
Sounds like an Old Testament God image,
What happens if they were wrong?

Women cannot have their own minds and lives,
Why not? Maybe there is a reason why?
I have been beaten by women (in ways),
They spat cruelty ..... but so have men.

The men with the money took out a shotgun,
And pointed at the ones who had the Star ...
We kill you as we do not like your religion,
And our money protects us and sanctifies.

Do you go with the flow? Do you not see rules?
Do you thumb your nose at the men with the money?
And the new breed of women who flout hate around?
Do you obey the laws when the flow intends this?

The paper screamed 'Heath Ledger dies today',
Yet what has this got to do with your life?
Why should the stories of now be that true to you?
Sad, but 10000 black children starved with no text on ...

The men with the money decide who is acceptable,
And who shall be held up high in trophied ways,
Don't dare step out of the shadows with your love on,
And do not leave the group as it will be the next headline.

The men with the money ruled the world ......
But the man without a dollar sign died and gave life ...

Goodbye men with the money ...... Goodbye!! x

You must not say God if you are not in our love

You must not say God,
You must not talk about the love of spirit,
You do not fit in to the good team,
You have a bad attitude and green tresses,
You made love to your Doctor in your head (in joke),
You listened to an album with a goat's head,
You disobeyed your Father who beat you senseless,
You didn't own the right Bible and I am sure ....
That God would not accept you anyway,
As you are unmarried and unwashed and defiled,
You loved the man who was somebody's Grandad,
And you told the world how good it felt,
And how it lasted and continued on,
That group shot out a Fatwa,
And that 'team' sold cakes for charity,
But had crystal vases in the rectory,
.... but God loves them more ...
More than you, who are not blessed,
And more than you who is undressed...
You must NOT say God if you are not in our love,
YOU MUST NOT!!!!

I am on death row ....

I killed twenty nine people,
I hate someone's head,
I wss the nice man in the suit who killed daughters,
and sons, and mothers and the elderly,
I bashed and I raped and I molested,
And I ate his kidney stone and I bled from the mouth,
You hate me and the world wants an end now!!
I am am locked in a tiny cell and I rot,
And eat crap food and have dumb lawyers ...
Who yell for a reprieve and 'more time'.
Of course I should die,
Avenge the twenty nine people,
And their families,
Vomit up the head that I ate,
With the brussel sprouts and beans,
And then, as they shove the injection in,
Ask yourself this .....
'How the hell did he become this way?',
Could life have played a hand?,
The rules that said 'you must not love a boy',
The cruelty of the children in playground games,
Or a heart that was hard from the start ...
For some explicit reason ....
Go ahead and kill the monster then,
But never forget the pain ...... R.I.P.

What if God still loves the Paedophiles?

Ever heard the joke, 'What's the best part about f*cking twenty-eight year olds?'
Answer: There's twenty of them.
It is bad, it is dirty, it is wrong .... but it is P*ss take funny shite!!! Ha he ha ...
What if God still loves the Paedophiles? They are SICK!!! KILL THEM!!! But what if God still loves the Paedophiles?
They should be shot! NOW!! What if that strange, twisted man cannot truly help his love for the underage girls ... or boys. What if the lady schoolteacher just cannot help loving her student? What if they can't help it!?? Lock 'em up, the children are in danger!!! Maybe they are in danger!??
When I was a child I wished that some adult would get fresh with me ... I wanted to be touched and love and I didn't feel that strange really .... oh sure, the sex scene from 'Billy Bathgate' made me go red when I watched it at the friend's house. Sex can be silly... PROTECT THE CHILDREN!!!! GET OUT THE F*CKING GUNS NOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
Hate, hate, kill, kill, destroy, destroy, destroy!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUT .... What if God still loves the Paedophiles? What then peoples?

Will you pay to love me?

Hookers are bad,
Gigolos are gonna get HIV,
Especially the gay ones ..
I gotta say,
I don't wanna do it with all,
He too fat, she too gross,
They are leathered and vomitous,
You put me out with your crap,
And your 'needs' and lovers,
Dress right, look clean,
And stand on the street corner,
The money is great and big piles,
But you tell me right ... I am sick.
why would you keep up the game?
Keep on gagging on someone's spit,
Why not say 'No' and look for the one,
or ones who give you the best you want,
For no money ..... hey! Love for free,
And be sure that you want it too.
She/He really DOES turn me on .... REALLY!
Still, I would get naked with the Doc... (probably)
And after the climax turn to his happy smile
And say ... 'Will you pay to love me?'