Elite Pregnant Beauties
and Other Parallax Corny Feels
Elite Pregnant Beauties by EL | MME
Thoughts. Night. Late. Writing my weirdness. My brain celebrated.
He was weird.
Put-off gross guys found types of other qualities which many admired and upheld. I slept many years. So for best friends, he was my because. Part husband married with love. I fell next to the surface under looking, vocals and visuals. All giving. Someone who you meet in a fantasy or dream. Men are not general human beings of The State. They think and begin. And I grew up but a girl. My head was their fantasy, drawn desperate and just an estimation. Because men respect a lifeboat. And the impact of general spaces in public etc etc, Power didn’t feel the same as women. Black beautiful women. Stunning Black stunning non-conformist features. Parental. Functional. And with money. Maybe young women specifically out of being huge could get anything they assume? I care about people when they say
American women who are young and experienced make me feel me safe.
Men only protect men. And in my mind, a sense of safety and porn affects my real life and personality.
Nina’s Moan by EL | CH
One being. Same time. And the same Us! Me being you and vive versa. The vice of me being you and at the same time, I am the other place, the non-time. And we are the same.
We are the meeting point where we agree we are more We than you on the inside. We feel more of everything on the outside and I am captive of the moment. And that song that I conceive cannot distance the oblivion, cannot shuttle space from the World that I had known. As if chocolate had invited me to have you. CH
Crate Sex by EL | BS
Time is all lines, check the ropes, hold the poles and tie him to a crate. I saw him when when he had a heart attack. He was sure I was Prince.
Now 10 years for this nightmare. This horrible Hope. Then sleep arrives and once a day, I do what I decide to do. And I find a way to just do something to body. Something to balance my hands. My hands I forgot to use.
So I forget to use the User’s Manual. There’s no use to fit the buckle, nor how out figure how to twist the screws in the floor.
I kneel. I check in at the airport. We leave together in a crate. On time.
Rewritten on the Wind by EL | SSN
Change is what we know. Even people’s ordinary novels improve. The Novelist always rewrites to understand The Novelist. a And rewritten novels are written stories of advice.
My last piece of rewriting was a gem. The content was real. But you had to pay to hunt to get paid. And more people were getting paid to break even. And the people wanted to pay other paid people who were paid to get to paid people from getting paid anyway. So The Truth of the Universe was a view of the stuff you’d rather find in quality writing that is more good than mountains of shit that range from material that is new yet pregurgitated but a good bet nonetheless.
The Art Star by EL | LRT
Skin of
containment
the form of the leading edge
clean as we wanted
as often as we wanted
how to brush underneath
bone and muscle
meat of the blur
itself laying on trays of the body
The flesh
and some bacon
Ready Freddy by EL | TG
This is the way. Right! We are doing it whether I’m asking myself or not! I did everything, I guess? Secondly, He criticized her constantly. One day he badgers her One day he fucks her.
Women marry buffoons first and are all Ready Freddy.
Good!
Hell is where we wear watches that need repair. Deeper Hell is repairing those watches in Hell for The Living. Watches cannot be repaired. Outdated knobs, even his, cannot be repaired. Man is out-of-fashion if he wants to do whatever he never got to be. Otherwise, Life is his and a good thing to be enjoyed. As long as the good thing is doughnuts, doughnuts, doughnuts. TG
Tweetspoiled by EL | SC
Cognitive Dissonance results in the breakdown of Postmodern Literary Critics, Modern Artists and most puzzling — tweets! For instance, here’s a recent tweet
Many soundbytes are unintelligible and invincible. Teflon never fails to stick to archetypes, TV and Reality.
Or how about this one:
TV is a billion dollar business that, if played long, becomes a Game of The Now.
And finally, check out this tweet:
Political Heads can’t prefigure the moment when an Image needs changing to avoid recognition, substance and style.
Images of Attention keep Society in their place so that corporations can deliver lines to actors, cowboys and useful demigogs. We worship celluloid over the global populace and obsess about Hollywood to make it real.
SpockMobile™. It’s Logical by EL | AYJ
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Goodbye
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Los Indy Comix Taco Stand Y Los Pinché Way Comix Review by EL | TEB
Boy Howdy! And Hola! from Los Indie Comix Taco Stand!
Just sit, shit and love. That’s Autumn! And our lovely wish is that you have a great time doing it, dear friends.
So. One of the nicest gifts is to tell you about some NEW COMIX in the style and manner of a Southern Belle from England, Salisbury to be exact as a vacationing 16-year-old-year-16 named July who fell into the Summer Sea the near Italy where it is hot quite hot!
But seeing as I can’t do that impersonation due to Unfair Impersonation Laws, I’ll just keep it quick n dirty.
Check out THESE RAD COMIX!
Coo Coo Dee & Company
Aliens get all wormy and Evil Huge as they foam in their spacesuits and lurk around lurkin all cybersexy! Spaceships are rusty with unpaid dirty-minded androids washing themselves and each other in wonderful TRIPLE XXX HOT ACTION! Coo Coo Dee & Company emerge from Galaxxxy X, disappear, press random nipple buttons and achieve Hyperspace Get Off and doscover that less morals is more proper space jizz — aand fast!
Pop Pop Mom’s Cherry is not your usual homespun Mid Century Modern Inbred Bedroom Community Adventure that is FUN for the whole family. Wax-crafted by living hands only, Pop Pop unique soft antieroticoidal soulful Comix Classix is pouring it’s way to you like Grade A Milk. Check out the latest issue of PPMC and dive into what could be Carol Mademoiselle Brady’s see-thru terri cloth jumper and think about what you would do — and Why?!
HEY COMIX BOOX GEEX! WAKE UP! MORE PUTA COMIX REVIEWS!
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Yeah. Neither do we. Besides, Falco D’Philco, Betchabygolly’s Creator, seems to be enjoying his jail time too much. El Brujo! Sooooo —
Let’s set our beady little eyes on something special, something esoteric, something Magic — and PASSIONATE!
Bald Fantasia Mountain Child and her Chlamydia Dream Pussy premiere glossy-ass fake prestige issue #1 is melting all the los spinny racks with New Age Atomical Age Actiones with Green Demon Martian Armies, Sexy Shitfaced Girls, Athiests from Hell and los Women Women Women!!! And one Chlamydia Dream Pussy that is full of los Surprises! Zap!! Meoooww!
Finally, we’re about to loose our frijoles over the NEW & IMPROVED REVAMP of K is for Satan’s Kia on a non-stop soul-stressing road rage joy ride to parking lot HELL! Double Park. Pay the price of Eternal Damnation. It’s that fuckin simple, cabroné.
Adios Sweet Flan to you until next time at Los Indy Comix Taco Stand!
He Of The One Drip Dry Zipless Fuck by EL | MB
It failed to catch. But I caught it. I asked for a drizzle. But the rain replied. Even He may have picked up on the message. But really. He was all business. And so He resumed. Then picked up the pace a bit.
I think He looked at me. Almost. His head was raised. A few seconds. A few tracks down the middle. Him stopping. Then He drizzling through. Then Him sending a message. Of Him sending Him a message to the other side of the street. The side other than the opposite direction. Opposite the the walking I was closing in on. Both of us moving along home now. Quite close. Quite close and not so long ago. Maybe a week or so. A week with Him with conversations where I saw that were telepathic. Have I have that man. For He is The Other. And I am His.
We are taking our walk home.
And this gives me Hope. Him giving me He gives Me His cloth sack. I wheelbarrow. His without Him to see this is comforting. It is incredibly indubitably comforting. I find screens. Tiny horror screens through our horror and its witnessing revved. We are revved up. We are revved-up and ever so fucked-up. So is this World, that is, when we set out to find its equilibrium. Me and my Him and its equilibrium. See. I am just one man. Just one War borne Man. Man and one War borne Man. Or Woman. I am just one War Man. Just to rag around till comes autumn. Till we joke around till two times autumn. As sure as they reoccur and yet. And yet they reoccur. They have yet to occur. And to them we have spoken about it barely. The Animal Spirit! AÃ s And xL8ife my punctuated have who have folks are few are many. There.
Just two animals.
All of it romance. All of it loved. He loved. I arrived. As quickly then disappear. Disappear against the tip. The tip to get going. The tip saved as it is popular and it keeps going. He is in my neighbourhood. My foam. My jetsam. All collected and now jump off a flag. All ready-legs. His dangling back on a starved child and would have a starving cart. The cart, the horse, the clip clop the and rag-a-BOOOOM and One Holler. That child. I was around when he was cuming. That cuming man is cuming. On bone on rag, I remember I. O shit
I am cuming
LONG AFTERWORD
I speak when I am cuming. Not one not just two but understanding. Understanding people. Understanding that all language is people in converse and that He must be so — This chat stops. And often. But often He’s there, down the street, down the walk, He’s side to side and from which everythings sways. Frame to foot. Six times His outside parked a wheelbarrow. Throw. Us. A. Sign. And I will be there. Out finding the day. I am not one but many lives where He is sure where I am not am. I bring blankets and knitted eiderdowns and feathers and lay in His bed. His hair is like buckets of mop tin, with outgrowing plants and roses and cabbage with decorated teacups made of fine bone China singing sweetly their bone fine sweets. He drinks in the patina great with an earthy and textured loud sound. It is He who is cuming. He has fit his analogue Life onto the Life that I have projected onto what I am. Onto Who! I am.
I thought He is what is that and if I’m wrong He wouldn be so mine.
So we are stealing the phone certainly. Our Soul is stealing the camera. And in conclusion, We believe that I withdrew. Therefore, me and him understand. I take a photo of His having His Why on me amd explain how I tried. He is the Next Century to this one and is passed not in his local dialect. But with a familiar language that He speaks to me.
Oropharynx Obbligato by EL | TW
The Sun stole the mountain before my eyes. I was a beauty. And for me, to all the men, their youth — as smooth as a mouth on an elderly body.
My reabsorbed Body to begin at 5:50am — And turn but once into Womanhood once my Giver of Pleasure hits up my palatinus toru or rings the bell on my, well hell — anywhere below or at my nipple line.
Yet here’s my Womanifesto (Metaphorificating as it is) or at least until I get offa this shlub. Or simply get off dot dot dot unh unh unh which is liberating uuhnnnaAaAAAA — YES!!! Indeedy . . To Wit
Blows cum frozen, but come just before the cum-filled snow of Bear Ass Mountain. I am on top of it, am I. I will refuse to die on you, Sir Everest. I am and I will conquer you and be conquered by you and We Will Get Off and will jerk you and you will suck simultaneously anatomy (any. mine. any. well, mine) and any new rocks to get off, roots to stand rooted so we (maybe. probably just you) so you may thrust and move as needed into wet flesh wet with the pleasure of nerves that don’t overwhelm as much as they create an entire sensation moving through corona of eye to our collar bone to fingers and new finger forms to the tip of your grip, soothing but firm, and appendages so fleshy the and ventral that your tongue traces ‘round my middle to the base of my rub downtown near Undulating Tight Lips Blvd and Penetrable Avenue. Once there, you’ll find no small alarm of cave hands ringing the base of my spine as we peruse a membranous ridge that is contracting and expanding. And it is here, that we must take a stand and shout to the Heavens Above
We FEEL! We BEGIN!
We do what we do to become MALLEABLE!
This may mean —
Shoving it IN UP AROUND OVER AND OR THROUGH OR SIMPLY ABOUT to loosen, to soften all ridges that we pass up, down, across or along not refusing the peaks up along up the shafts up along the way.
AND WE WILL arch low or squat spelunking-style YESSS WITH MORE fucking AND NOT LESS mouth on my OR ANYONE’S Magical Mountain of a cock hooride.
Our palms will fill your cheeks.
Your cock will commune. AND YES jaws will be loosened and be home to pushy tongues, tippling kisses and whoever’s lips between my, from my, to my — yada yada yada. And we can spit and drip AS WE WANT TO.
You I We will pull Inquisitiveness itself! Opening miniature canals, vaginal tips and slits if mouth roof HERE in the gust on a ripple if you’re curious as a cock glazing off your fingertips. You I We see A MILLION tiny teases elevating fleshy contours subject to investigation both unconscious and of The Body.
Your sensation has been figured out!
Try as you might, escape the whine and yelp of quick palate softness.
Along you glide!
Blow a warm heat into the morning. Heat The Body. Imagine the job of temperature. Notice The Me of the morning slipping from your sight into the night of artificial eyes. You Will Let You!
Inside, I want you badly. Open slowly. Anticipate marionettes dancing. Striped pants. Grey evenings. Bland caresses on bland necks from bland hands. And You! I do touch You.
Sacred Stars blink like phosphene eyes In The Night!
HYMN & HER by EL | YM
Back Lawn positions go to my head. My land grab to germinate a planet, a beach, a grain of sand, something to sink my fingers in — has returned me to my being.
Again, I am Earth. I am mud. I am the ground. One solid step and I am floating, stumbling hard and breathing like a tiptoing bastard.
Let’s pull the ceiling down.
Saw the rope.
Become a beam of Light!
Hymn by EL inspired by The World
Al principio, la Tierra no era más que barro, tierra y mugre. Pero de la oscuridad emergieron los moradores de la luz. Cantaban juntos, sus voces se elevaban en un coro himnario polifónico, cada nota era un rayo de luz, cada armonÃa una transformación. A medida que sus voces se hacÃan más fuertes, la Tierra misma comenzó a brillar, consumida por un frenesà erótico-espiritual. La luz estalló, llegando al cosmos, formando polvo de estrellas que se arremolinaban en una danza orgiástica de la creación. Este polvo cósmico de estrellas era el único placer, el único clÃmax divino jamás sentido por el mismo Jesucristo, que presenció el nacimiento de nuevos mundos. Y a medida que el frenesà disminuyó, se sentaron las bases de estos Nuevos Mundos, brillando con la luz de la creación, atados para siempre al coro de los moradores de la luz.
Elliot Lessing, Man of Steal
Genius!!! You totally improved my piece to the point of a rare jealousy for me haha!!!
I pointed them with my pen, but you steal it and rewrite them renewed recreated... You made my day! Congratulations, EL! Sooo intense........ Keep stealing!