Being on the p-hone to each other, we decided to interview as a team, in tuxedos. Actually, Lemons is totes in her Panda PJs. Lady is always in a tuxedo. She sleeps in a tuxedo. She showers in a tuxedo. She is a neva naked, she doesn't believe in it. We have been nommed by… Continue reading Lady and Lemons get nommed on the blogosphere
A box of spare parts Said no assembly required Slightly damaged, but not not rebuildable second hand, single owner My robot boy Built ready to go Dings and scratches Darker in patches Doesn't take much to turn him on Voice recognition activation Coming to life "What do you want?" I ask. "He wants sex," he… Continue reading my robot boy
Quiet down there Cool wet carressing skin Keep moving forward Eating the flesh of others Blood and bone Frenzied feeding I jump out to kill But I want to fly Air on my skin, soft I have no arms so I can't cuddle Teeth too sharp to kiss I'd just eat you anyway Omnomnomnom Bahahahahaha… Continue reading Sharky
How do you honestly feel at the moment? Now, smile. Right now. Go on, don't be shy... Give your Lemons a big cheesy grin. Now Laugh. Yes... Out loud. So everyone around you can hear. As if what you are reading right now is fucking hilarious because I am a comedic goddess. Now... Let's go… Continue reading smile, fucker!
random rambling post featuring artwork by @effinbirds
I was going to write something on one of these... but I'm feeling super lazy... and I'm busy lifing. So, here are some inspirational quotes given to us by the best inspirational quote generating robot AI thingy. http://inspirobot.me KISSES!
Not poetry part 1 is here I am rarely serious Well, that's not true I find it Difficult To be serious Terrariums are a thing A thing I like to make Picking a jar Rocks, charcoal, soil Choosing plants and bugs Creating a mini world And watching it either thrive Or perish I like bugs… Continue reading not poetry – take 2 *or* getting to know your lemons
Soft softness I pull you into my face Breathe in your scent, sweet Warm from sun or drier Cheeky or flannel I long for the feel of you on my bare skin The slip of you against freshly shaved legs I pull you over me You take me all in Your embrace is one I… Continue reading Ode to freshly washed pajamas
I like to dance. I have two main styles of dancing that I practice on a regular basis: Pole and Badly I dance the same way whether people are watching or not. I dance in the kitchen, with headphones on while cooking or doing the dishes. I dance in the super market, pushing a trolley… Continue reading Not poetry…
I browsed through my notebooks this afternoon, hair still wet from the pool. I wanted to post a poem I had written. *shakes head Sensible Amberley tells me, sternly and without wiggle room, "No." I look for it anyway. Found it and read through the poem. I have read it so many times. There are… Continue reading Not today