OVER 18 only

~chests~

the draw to do the wrong thing ought and is much greater than the draw to do the right thing so

if you are 18 or over and send in a photo of your chest, breasts, thorax, torso, bust, mammary glands or bee stings

male or female, with bra, without a bra, wet or dry, dim or in the full light of day, medically or lasciviously

to xiuxiuforlife@gmail.com under the subject heading MY CHEST and would you wish it so, said photo will be posted in this page.

your total anonymity is guaranteed and backed by the steady hands of old time Switzerland and Moog Synthesis.

there will be no reply to your email.

~XXX haikuz by YOU!~

noisy drum machines

ears are bleeding and tearing

you sound beautiful

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

No, I am not proud!

OH MY GOD! I cannot think!

Blood! Do you see it!?

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

stop thinking hateful,

negative, pessimistic,

thoughts, my dear sweet friend

Turtledove, turtle -

a coo and a crawl. I was

called “faggot” today.

stench of cheap liquor

and nine minutes of fucking

for thirty dollars

fingers dipped in bloooood….
bad girls and boys fantasize
unsecret bondage

It works just fine, yes
Special wand made of soft meat
Once with steel, not now

In me at one point
Filled my colon to the brim
In my dreams sometimes

Masturbation, please
What’s this fuckery I see
Melding of the wangs

need cash so i hook

but i do not tell john that

i have hiv

i stoop to lick up

your swollen, thickened juices

again I feel whole

a sudden movement

cry of pain beneath the sheets

do it for Billy

male rats fucking males

plateaus are reached for future

there is hope in “filth”

Im better than you

And I fucking know it, but

Please do not hurt me

love to feel it

Sliding down my throat slowly

As I cum again

Fucking my ass hard

You scream “I’m gonna cum now!”

I shoot the same time

You shove your fat cock

Up my tight hairy asshole

I scream with delight

Finishing you off

My hungry tongue slurps it up

And I beg for more

I rip out yr tongue

and I smear it with honey.

Now you can talk sweet.

“not a haiku, but i wanted to share anyway.”

PILLARS

Thundering distance within my head

Nails branding my features

Damming the river to drought

My dearest friend is me

An enemy kept closer still

I am the son of tonight

Dancing well into the light

Avoiding mirrors, countering vanity

Bottomless, bottoms up, I’m so corrupt

Peace be found, be with me, with you

Flesh prison, made free by incision

I am the son of tonight

I’m dissolving into light

28 days down the drain
Buddha in the bathroom glares as I bathe
Sleep trembles for my presence

My taxidermist,

(Birds’ wings rotting behind your

teeth like fruit too ripe,

your teeth like bone beads

piercing the flesh of a peach),

your ripe wing’s rotting.

A watched pot waiting

Don’t look at me anymore

Cum fulmination

hIgh pass out as your
mouth meets cock; little monster’s
unfinished blowjob

warm meat sighs coldly

let her shiver into bed

let her twist and prove

inside a shadow -

the shaped hedges flowering;

an oil leak rainbow

a perfect photo:

sanctioned in our sundresses

can’t you hear us scream?

~mouthz~

~BLACK HAIR~

~ASSES~

~BEST FUCK~

KB
emilie helman
my rescuer
gabriel
rodolfo
italian stallion
conor
strawberry rhubarb
thomas a hurlburt
kirk the boater
max b. (best) jake (best worst)
chopper
gim lipjee
angela
juan
philip
anna anthropy
ruusa
stuart merrill
fran sutlic
fuzzy
alvaro
vivian c
hannah
heui-yeong jeong
rj miller
steven
myself
joel
lizzy
oscar
colddrink
ivar

~FEET~