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Array ( [sid] => 109266 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sweaty Scrotum [time] => 2005-11-07 20:53:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Click your heels twice and you may end up in my house
Roll the dice and if the snake-eyes arise
I just may kiss you all over
And all night
It’s a chance I would have to take
To see you suffering alone gives me such heart break
Antacid tablets sink as the bubbles rotate
To the top, Im climbing with no rope to catch a cliff
In case I decide to make a big mistake
Still, I insist
Close your eyes and make a wish
This is a lame birthday party without a birthday cake
Still, I feel fortunate to be left standing
After the initial shock dissipates
Post traumatic stress disorder
And my lungs initiate
A deep and steady vibrating collapse
The memories run in circle until they drain from the relapse
And there is no mentioning the unmentionables
Or kicking the scrotum housing the delicate testicles
Mouth watering
Awe inspiring spectacle
Left hiding
Waiting for a miracle
To cure the pain and slowly regain
Whatever was left
Left to digest
The motive of the event is self-evident
The substance which makes it relevant
Discrepant from the relative
The normal reaction should entail some delayed gratification
A glimmer of will-power before the initial starvation
Can you handle a little-bit of temptation mixed with the instant
With the drive-through and quick snap-shots of resistance
This quiet and lull is too calm for my liking
A mixture of contentious, pretentious and exciting
You resemble all the goodness to which I am inviting
Into my home-
Just so we can be all alone and not dieing


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Sweaty Scrotum

Contributed by Mangos on Monday, 7th November 2005 @ 08:53:45 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Click your heels twice and you may end up in my house
Roll the dice and if the snake-eyes arise
I just may kiss you all over
And all night
It’s a chance I would have to take
To see you suffering alone gives me such heart break
Antacid tablets sink as the bubbles rotate
To the top, Im climbing with no rope to catch a cliff
In case I decide to make a big mistake
Still, I insist
Close your eyes and make a wish
This is a lame birthday party without a birthday cake
Still, I feel fortunate to be left standing
After the initial shock dissipates
Post traumatic stress disorder
And my lungs initiate
A deep and steady vibrating collapse
The memories run in circle until they drain from the relapse
And there is no mentioning the unmentionables
Or kicking the scrotum housing the delicate testicles
Mouth watering
Awe inspiring spectacle
Left hiding
Waiting for a miracle
To cure the pain and slowly regain
Whatever was left
Left to digest
The motive of the event is self-evident
The substance which makes it relevant
Discrepant from the relative
The normal reaction should entail some delayed gratification
A glimmer of will-power before the initial starvation
Can you handle a little-bit of temptation mixed with the instant
With the drive-through and quick snap-shots of resistance
This quiet and lull is too calm for my liking
A mixture of contentious, pretentious and exciting
You resemble all the goodness to which I am inviting
Into my home-
Just so we can be all alone and not dieing


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Copyright © Mangos ... [ 2005-11-07 20:53:45]
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Re: Sweaty Scrotum (User Rating: 1 )
by lostrelic on Monday, 7th November 2005 @ 09:20:15 PM AEST
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oh my mangos what a warped of writing dont get me wrong i liked it (i dont know why) interesting piece about sweaty balls
lol r.m.wilder


Re: Sweaty Scrotum (User Rating: 1 )
by Live2Die on Monday, 7th November 2005 @ 09:44:20 PM AEST
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I like it....it was a bit sick twisted and warped, if applyed the way I guess you wish it to be, and I'm not really one for sick poems, however, I still really liked it. Nice write, =)

~ Riisa




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