Smoking it out and other random revelations

It just occured to me that perhaps that lightheaded feeling you get when you smoke after not having done so in a while is due to the constriction of your capillaries, thereby reducing the amount of oxygen to your brain.

Smoking kills, kiddies.

And you know what? Fuck it. I reposted this post. Because posted or unposted, I'm damned either way. Might as well live up to the bad name I'm hung for.

This is copyright of Miss J, aka Tits McJ of the Honey Trappers fame, so thou shalt not steal! It was too damned good not to share. So please tell her how unbelievably fabulous this is, be generous. If I could write like that... well, I would.

The Blogger's Pornographic Lullaby

A human hamster scanty clad in a neon lit cage
'Guilelessness' her audience cry. 'Tearful!' or 'Fem'nist Rage!'
And on and on she treads the wheel her clothes and her expressions peel
The generator fries your feelings filling page by page.

Smoetimes she shows a comic face sometimes a sordid breast
She's sometimes maid and sometimes mistress sometimes pure possessed
Her watchers lob limbs through the bars to cop a feel of silk and scars
THey think they've felt the jester but that is her greatest jest.

I am an android actress on a cybernetic screen
Do you demand contortions or d'I mould your smiles and spleen?
Am i the maid in your machine, are you the man inside?
See me twist your face to fever when you command 'open wide'.

You crave the linger of her fingers that she'll let be bit and bossed
You don't see, master; maker; pastor; that they're forever crossed
and she will lie to you (i cry and sigh for you)
and tempt you in (i'm empty, fill me with sin)
and plug you snug to her machine
s'cret laughs at how you're mean and keen
(Something's bleeding? Silly, keep reading!)
Come Devil her with judgment, love,

To Her

Your Soul

is Lost.

Boobs, and she can WRITE. What more can a man ask for?

Lastly, I just have to ask, sugar, is that you? Or am I just hoping it is?