Quotes about massage, page 11
Chill Pill
Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
And give you 'lip',
For no apparent reason.
Cool!
You sit there and watch me twitch.
And agitate me as if...
Your aggravation without hesitation,
Excites me to do back flips!
Since you obviously wont quit...
Until my attention is yours.
Every last bit of it!
How long has it been...
When listening silenced you,
To hear a thing I say...
With a point of view,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Heart Belongs To You
My Heart Belongs to You
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Wednesday, August 26,2009, @ 6: 10 PM, Number 100
I am as a child clinging to their mother
You have captured my heart and I love you like no other
You have brought me joy and so much laughter
I will love you from here till ever after
Here is my life I give to you to remold
All this for you to have and to hold
I cherish the day you passed my way
Without your love I can’t make it through the day
You have brought me delight from whence there was only sadness
You have become the source of my happiness
You have brought me a fresh start a new
There is simply nothing for you I won’t do
God must have made you with me in mind
You are so special, precious, and kind
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poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Miss Cinderella, sing my song
This is one of my poems in my current erotic poem book I am writing to publish later this year. And please it is all based on imagination!
The smell of her strong musky fragrance
Imposed on me a certain disturbance
Clearly in the air there was no romance
Perhaps that was a sign of its entrance
That night I slept but a little
My fingers in a constant fiddle
Tossing and turning
My imagination running
Wow! She was stunning
Her lips alone I couldn’t dismiss
Even with a single kiss
I simply do not know how to ‘take the piss’
Those delicate rosy cushy red lips
Needed seven times seven daily kiss trips
With special tantalizing nurturing from my lips
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Geylang Lyrics
Sterile Singapore is a typical tourist trap
There's a concrete Merlion for a holiday snap
The city state is built as a giant shopping mall
But its a regiment that is often a bore.
So I'm renting a stay in a Geylang room
The bed's too soft and the floor needs a broom
But for some two fifty a week
This is a location that can't be beat.
The low rise architecture is a mixture
Old shophouses of coloured texture
And crumbling colonials with mouldy walls
And Taoist temples with bright red doors.
In the dim alleys are shadows of China girls
With tight short skirts and long black curls
Walking talking, plying their trade at night
Holding handbags, clutching hand-phones tight.
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poem by Roy Lee
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The Dormouse and the Doctor
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And all the day long he'd a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
A Doctor came hurrying round, and he said:
"Tut-tut, I am sorry to find you in bed.
Just say 'Ninety-nine' while I look at your chest....
Don't you find that chrysanthemums answer the best?"
The Dormouse looked round at the view and replied
(When he'd said "Ninety-nine") that he'd tried and he'd tried,
And much the most answering things that he knew
Were geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
The Doctor stood frowning and shaking his head,
And he took up his shiny silk hat as he said:
"What the patient requires is a change," and he went
To see some chrysanthemum people in Kent.
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poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Prejudice, Paranoia And Narcissism
PREJUDICE, PARANOIA AND NARCISSIM
If paranoia can be rationalized
by means of prejudice, if follows narc-
issism has to be an idealized
agenda for a person who's an arse.
Rachel Shukert ("Greased, Frightening, " Tablet,5/11/12) writes about John Travolta:
Well, folks, it's been a big week in gay news. On the good side, President Barack Obama came out in support of same-sex marriage and Anjelica Huston sang on Smash. On the other, the press has been all abuzz over the lawsuit recently slapped on John Travolta by a masseur claiming the star attempted to coerce him into unwanted sexual acts during a session at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Two steps forward, one step back. That's progress, I guess.
Of all the tabloid press coverage on Massage-gate, there are two details that, er, popped up at me. One is the employment of positively J.K. Rowling-esque adjectives regarding the area in question: "solid eight inches … springy" making it sound like Hollywood's second-most famous Scientologist purchased his, ahem, wand straight from Mr. Ollivander's. (It chooses the wizard, you know.) The second is the still-unnamed masseur's assertion of how Travolta explained how he learned to Stop Worrying and Love Transactional Same-Sex Liaisons: By accepting that Hollywood is controlled by "homosexual Jewish men" who expect sexual favors in return for career-related ones….
But back to Travolta: Seen through this lens, it makes perfect sense why the Staying Alive star might articulate what he did the way he (allegedly) did: He posits a homosexual conspiracy to try to convince himself that he's not one (manipulated, sure, but that's what they do) and then tacks on the Jewish part to prove how it's extra sneaky—and impossible to resist.
And yet, I can't help feeling sorry for him in a way I never do for the Gibsons and Gallianos and Rick Sanchezes of the world. If true, it makes for a pretty sad picture to think of one of the biggest, most universally loved movie stars on the planet lying all alone in a hotel suite (and given his well-documented weight fluctuations, the empty chocolate cake wrappers lying on the floor make a particularly poignant touch—I mean, who hasn't been there?) lunging at a masseur's white-jeaned crotch (yes, in my head, he's wearing white jeans) and then blaming a David Geffen-led cabal for his actions when he gets shut down. If every prejudice is the rationalization of paranoia, paranoia is the rationalization of insecurity, and as the prophet(ess) RuPaul (for whom I definitely intend to leave out a custom Absolut vodka cocktail at my next Seder) likes to say: If you can't love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else? Internalized homophobia and internalized anti-Semitism are just two sides of the same highly polished and wisely invested coin.
With a single (for the third time, alleged) prejudicial statement, John Travolta has neatly subverted the old maxim about paranoia, and in doing so, the essential emptiness behind prejudice itself. It's not that they aren't out to get you. It's just that "they" is usually "you."
Marc (Tracy?) adds that the fact that Travolta belongs to the conspiratorial Church of Scientology may be relevant:
So the nuts maybe don't fall so far from the tree?
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Unincorporated Insights
What context contributes toward meaning?
What illusive patterns outline our thoughts?
What process prevents mindless careening
Into tangles of intangible knots—
Into the depths of deeply-rooted seeds
Of imponderable definition?
And what flower does theodicy breed
By the threat of holistic omission?
What cryptic mysteries do we express,
Though in traces of vagrant memories—
Perhaps causing us to hide and repress
Them beneath our transient reveries?
What codex—so voiceless—do we create?
What emergent grammar elucidates?
What emergent grammar elucidates
The syntax of our juxtaposition?
Why must we meander and gravitate
Toward the pull of blank exposition?
We speak in indefinite articles,
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poem by Tim Stensloff
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No Mans Land
Were dropplng bombs down on the kids
They cant eat bombs
And we know this
But were doing what were told
Were flying around in strategic bombers
With an afterburner straight to hell
Where napalms burning love that smell
My little girl she sits at horne
With my last letter all alone
She stops to read closes her eyes and then she cries
My daddy told me he was proud
My mummys praying but not too loud
I wonder if the lord will get the massage clear
Oh mummy be shure Ill come back
In a wodden box all painted black
A bullet between the eyes is all whats left for you
Seven times Ive asked my head
But all Ive got is nomansland...nomansland...
And if those generals say: dont worry
Same old assholes same old story
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song performed by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Snow In San Anselmo
Snow in san anselmo
The deer cross by the lights
The mission down in old san rafael
A madman looking for a fight
A madman looking for a fight
The massage parlors open
The clientele come and they go
The classic music station
Plays in the background soft and low
Plays in the background soft and low
The silence round the cascades
The ice crisp and clear
The beginning of the opera
Seem to suddenly appear
Seem to suddenly appear
The pancake house is always crowded
Open 24 hours of every day
And if you suffer from insomnia
You can speed your time away
You can speed your time away
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song performed by Van Morrison
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Girls School
Sleepy head, kid sister
Lying on the floor
18 years and younger, boy
Well she knows what shes waiting for
Yukis a cool school mistress
Shes an oriental princess
She shows films in the classroom, boy
The put the paper on the windows.
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
Head nurse is sister scala
Now shes a spanish doll
She runs a full body out call massage parlour
From the teachers hail
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
Well now, roxannes he woman trainer
She puts the kids to bed
She gives them pills in a paper cup
And she knocks them on the head
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song performed by Paul McCartney
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