I love my pond frog |
I love my pond frog... he is soft and malleable and utterly divine. He bites me with his froggy teeth (yes!) and rocks me gently into slumber.
I love my pond frog. He is delicious.
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Posted by ILK on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 02:33:00 PST |
Happ'ly I am determined |
Confusion spreads her legs and swallows me whole.
I vow to do this. To do this until this does me, ties me up to a broken chair and screams my name ...followed by the words "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!" ...
Posted by ILK on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 07:52:00 PST |
Lord |
so out of my depth right now. Just hanging out in the holding on.
Posted by ILK on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 06:56:00 PST |
Rate-my-ex instalment i |
In lieu of the webpage Rys and I are setting up (thank you Matt!!) jump on board and rate your ex on Rys' blog.
Last one to the coffee shop is a fucktard!
Mx
Posted by ILK on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 07:51:00 PST |
one oh one |
last night I had a weird one... I went to look at a house at 6.30pm in a beautiful leafy suburb. Beautiful house, beautiful street, nice neighbourhood. The girl who I had been getting on with s...
Posted by ILK on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 04:39:00 PST |
Asshole drunks and McVites rich tea lights |
A woman dances alone; empowered and utterly satisfied with the beats, the reverb. the power of her body. Yet! There are several butchers in the room that just DON'T GET IT!!!
Lines come and go, persi...
Posted by ILK on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 08:38:00 PST |
Toyboy, or........milk & honey |
So I have a toyboy... he insists that the actual term unto itself has to be someone younger but I disagree.
What constitutes a toyboy anyway??
And can a toyboy evolve into a proper lover...
Posted by ILK on Sun, 23 Jul 2006 03:08:00 PST |
ALL WORK no play make Maddi go CRAAZY |
OI VEY!
It's Friday and I'm at work. This week has been very tiring... mostly because my bedtime has gotten progressively later and later and I'm still insisting on my crazy walk each morning.....
Posted by ILK on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 07:58:00 PST |
For Kate |
Screaming single
swinging verticle on the
desolate highway of love,
we drive together
making men mad
feeling used and useless and had.
Shrilly poking our heels into the sodden driveway and asking
Will...
Posted by ILK on Sun, 19 Feb 2006 08:53:00 PST |
Pinter's poetry |
The Special Relationship
The bombs go off The legs go off The heads go offThe arms go off The feet go off The light goes out The heads go off The legs go off The lust is up...
Posted by ILK on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 03:13:00 PST |
