A.G.E's Joint

A waif floated on the screen. Flat hair, flat chest Line of beads in her hair Beige bustier washed out The girl next door The one you never see. If she’s someone’s dream He couldn’t see it. Next video, please. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Writer’s Choice Topic-The Girl Next Door Hard prompt-the color beige Easy- Waif Pic- Michelle King Pic guesses- Rocking pumpkin, Do the mash, Halloween, Hooked up.

Porn links. Interesting. Not going to follow them. but... Ah, the South Koreans are back. Most of them using Russian servers....Hmmm.... Got to hand it to whogivesacrap.net Great name. Wonder what other trolls are out there? Update 09/30/2016-Looks like my Russian friends are back. I've had an uptick on prostitution type Emails and male enhancers. Look, I get fucked enough by life. I don't need you up my ass. 

Flickering across his eyes Cheerleaders, far from their pyramid days No skirts Just themselves Kodachromed reverse images Of fans' fantasy. Quarterback's leather jackets bind them Disembodied hands stroke satin skin Squirming, eyes pleading For escape or release To regain control. To survive and return to a duty Spurned and unanswered Through coercion or rebellion Whichever It doesn't matter. Just to return To love.   :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Oh, yeah... Topic, Dave Nissmech (Blueman) Pic: Sandy Glenn Pic guesses: Kodachrome and Reverse image (in the blog), Twins, Backwards, The Stranger, Odd Masquerade, Rose by any other name,   

Seafoam eyes Boring into my soul From the 8mm screen   A fantasy in Silky soft   Lingerie Stretching barely Over her assets. Small Fox Chased by hounds Following impulses  They can't control. Your mother Wants you To return Her broken world Can you smell The Gingerbread In the oven?   Can you see The tree house Where imagination Took flight? Or do you only see Needles  And slaps When there wasn't  Enough business? Where are you Mystery. Fantasy. Let us bring you Home.

Sitting in the dark Alone with his thoughts And his computer. Images flicker Shock, Obsession,   Forbidden Euphoria Lived vicariously No commitment Burning bridges To the outside world The stellar night passes Paying no heed Looking for another hit.