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All natural, driven here by flurrying currents of a gas, the outline was clear for all to see, as if the grains of sand and tufts of grass had been stencilled onto the landscape in the shape of a potent phallus
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 11.29.2013 @ 4:06 pm
the problem was bad enough, but the solution was unthinkable… nothing could be worth that level of sacrifice
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 11.27.2013 @ 3:22 pm
If you are struggling to garner sufficient followers and really need to up your fan base, as long as age, gender and natural ability allow, facial hair is the solution (there are of course means to achieve facial hair beyond nature, but the prospect of angry disillusioned disciples baying for your flesh at the discovery of your deceit may counter the initial appeal)
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 11.17.2013 @ 1:13 pm
Many were the scars upon her knees… alot of folk in the area would cast judgement when she wore skirts and dresses, their minds filled with perversities and immoral behaviour; they didn’t know her past though, when she was younger, she lusted after the freedom gifted to her by a ride on a firm and reassuring companion, her motions enhanced by lubrication; she loved that skateboard dearly back then, but now, the gravel roads and rolling fields offered no solace, but for nature.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 11.13.2013 @ 3:01 pm
This was the prank of the moment… stealth is one thing, but when you have technology on your side, you can really rock the boat!! Drones had been evolving for the last few years and were now at the stage where you could replicate insects without anyone knowing the difference. Instead of a sting, you could mount a minute squirt gun, spraying your choice of emotion and sensation to be absorbed by your victim. Horny whilst needing to pee was a popular choice, followed by ecstatic itching.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 07.18.2013 @ 2:55 pm
This was the ultimate act of stealth under the circumstance and required a great deal of sacrifice; the team were in position, submerged in all manner of indescribable filth. So far so good, as they advanced, like a predator, which though starving hungry, had the self restraint to keep things slow until the final moment. Unfortunately this mission was destined to fail~ their stench as they emerged from the sewers was an instant giveaway. A shitty plan indeed.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 07.12.2013 @ 3:01 pm
Shielded from the public eye, with the certainty that no-one could record his actions, Obama let out a bellowing cackle, that echoed violently around the room, despite some dissenters, no-one on this globe could escape his influence, NO-ONE!!! A foolish assumption, as slowly but surely, the cracks were expanding and the influence of the leaks showing the lengths of the governments deception were slowly spreading the influence into more deserving hands.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 07.11.2013 @ 3:25 pm
Warm and content, that was the current status of the beast in question, wrapped up against the harsh realities of the outside world, enveloped in the most carnal of warmths. Slippy Slippy slide slide
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 07.09.2013 @ 4:58 pm
Most girls would want a kitten and delight in it’s fluffy antics, not knowing what a cunning and efficient predator it would become; Seline was however different, here delight came from her naked rat, with it’s wrinkled torso and the stigma attached with plague all those centuries ago.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 07.08.2013 @ 3:39 pm
God has moving parts, but no batteries. God has an innate energy no scientist has yet explained. God is in all of us, and is much smaller than the control mechanisms of popular religion would have you think… god is an atom and made the universe in its own orbital image.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 07.02.2013 @ 10:14 am
Acres of warehouses were pregnant with memorial tat created by the demon seed of slave labour in the far flung reaches of the fallen empire, ready to line the pockets of the enterprising minds who saw this with acumen rather than the sentiment of a weak mind. Many were the souls who bought into it, ready for the joyous day and celebration when the baby arrived. As it turned out though, the street parties were not so joyous after all~ somehow the media had made an error in the transmission frequency and the reptilian nature of the royal baby was broadcast for all to see, it’s parasitic tongue darting wildly as it struggled to breathe in the earths atmosphere.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 06.26.2013 @ 3:00 pm
A world beater, his record still stood; and not some trivial achievement like eating the most sausages in a minute or stuffing the greatest quantity of slugs in your pants, no, Brian was once a great athlete, but now, time had claimed another victim and all the suppleness he once displayed was replaced with the contortions of arthritis.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 06.24.2013 @ 1:16 pm
Erica was all for liberty and liked to express herself with some fairly ‘artistic’ methods. She had practiced with stilts over the course of the last month for the protest today~ she had worn underwear whilst practicing though…
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 06.23.2013 @ 12:18 pm
A beautiful disaster happened that day, the collision wreaked havoc on the frail structures of the truck and the tractor, their metal twisted like some sculpture signifying the destructive creation of the universe. The lorries load, a rich plethora of paints, was spilled across the tarmac, laying delicately like a butterfly sunning it’s wings. Though there was pain and injury, the lasting sentiment from that day was the art of chaos, an antithesis of joy from suffering.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 06.05.2013 @ 5:36 am
All around the blossoms whirled on mischievous wisps of air, celebrating life and beauty, a veritable display of fertility and hope. The cat chased the petals, jumping, bouncing and diving to capture them, as if to harvest some of that life for herself, barren as she was, a victim of the surgeons knife.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 06.01.2013 @ 7:21 am
Jerry had his own little spot, where he could just kick back and relax, away from prying eyes and the stresses of daily life as a mouse, secluded behind the skirting board~ even though Tom could smell him, he was safe here.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 05.31.2013 @ 4:27 am
Forget the penguins for a moment, they are in the future, right now, there is a toxic sludge slowly gurgling forward from this cyber page, ready to engulf your consciousness… the penguins already suffered, but not before you read about it, or saw the pictures~ imagine the millions suffering, who’s pictures your government prevents you from seeing…
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 05.25.2013 @ 3:04 pm
Here under the bedcovers, furry beast that I am, snuggled up in a ball, there is a certain cuteness~ like a cheeky chipmunk nestled in its burrow. The fact that I am a 260lb hitman does not easily segue into this tale, unless you consider the vast unseen underground, where predators lurk beyond the cute facade. Sweet dreams!!
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.20.2013 @ 3:11 pm
Our perception only ever really takes in the present~ the stimulus of our immediate surroundings… a mumbling old man may once have been a skilled circus performer, a pioneering brain surgeon or an inventor of something that is now considered essential to daily life, but often as not, his ramblings will be taken with a pinch of salt as the immediate truth of what stands before you eclipses the faded reality of his heyday.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.16.2013 @ 3:24 pm
Never mind about the children, they were already damaged~ abused before they came here… calling it a care home was more along the lines of ‘being taken care of’… now they could serve their country, by being photographed in compromising positions with distinguished gentlemen, giving the political leverage necessary to ensure the wheels of the weapons industry could keep turning a profit.
If only this were fiction, not British history… Elm Guest House
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.15.2013 @ 4:26 pm
So many times I’d been there to help out, waking the household up for school, making breakfast and generally ensuring the welfare of the loved was adequately tended~ turned out that my kindness was but a weakness and no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. Perhaps Thatcher was right after all, the rusty hag.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.10.2013 @ 3:14 pm
Life as a Harlem Hustler required a few modifications to get the most out of your auto~ a makeshift sling, screwed haphazardly into the plastic of the dashboard made an ideal holster for ole faithful~ the baseball bat that had hit more than home runs.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.10.2013 @ 1:53 am
Ancient stones, thrashing waters and grinding gears all led to this, but the real poetry came when the flour bomb erupted on the side of his head.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.07.2013 @ 2:06 am
Tucked away, not many folk knew of this relic that was essential to the cities growth~ huge walls, still towering despite their decay, though mostly eclipsed by greedy vines, vying for status by climbing on the shoulders of another’s greatness, whilst slowly sucking the minerals out of the mortar which held this ancient reservoir together.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.04.2013 @ 2:50 pm
In the mirror, it looked like a bagel, crammed with cream cheese~ perhaps not as appetizing though.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.03.2013 @ 3:31 pm
All that we are, everything we know, past, present and future is all fabricated~ we know not by who or how, but everything is manufactured in some shape or form, from the zygotic dawn of life, to the towering edifices of our cities and the probes we send into the cosmos, searching for further evidence of our creator.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.01.2013 @ 3:17 pm
Advertising revenue, that’s what counted here~ though many sales are secured by promotion of a positive lifestyle; sunshine, beach balls, rollerblades, gleaming teeth, glowing skin, too much comfort led to stagnation; the insecurities that fuelled the purchasing masses were better manipulated through fear, plague, famine, pestilence~ Jesus is the biggest brand ever in consumer culture~ sacrifice is virtue.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.30.2013 @ 4:54 pm
The podium today was mighty relaxed… the medals being handed out where sent from the heavens, and hung wherever there was exposed skin~ where traditionally, bronze was the lowliest of achievements, here the roles were reversed and the darkest hue was testament to a winning combination of vitamin D and decadent laziness.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.28.2013 @ 5:12 pm
It was raining outside, but warm… the kind of weather that can swing a party from so-so to great, as long as you brought a swimming costume~ that’s all by the by though~ the rain was (and indeed parties) were not to Roz’s liking, so she set about attacking the house with a vacumn cleaner. Little did she know the havoc she was wreaking on the poor dust mites~ with their accelerated life cycles and diminutive bodies, the greedy nozzle was the equivalent of a 100 year storm, a tornado that on a human scale would swallow a cathedral.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.27.2013 @ 4:48 pm
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Waiting, waiting, waiting, nothing, no sign of life, none of the usual machine gun popping and warm smells… life can be so empty, like a pan full of kernels that just won’t pop and choose to burn instead… calamity has its place, but the kitchen ain’t it.
» Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.25.2013 @ 5:20 pm