JUST SEX and POETRY
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5899 Jan 30, 2013
Believe this—
a standing window

Catastrophe is just such things
The form taken to fix

I get distorted, limited

hardly noticeable, So in
some sense those wishes are a whole life

Re-organized—
a room this empty at every

small twist in noise

My nerves are also lights—such dreams

the kind that so completely
plunge deep full nothing
you (I) mean pulling

Do you imagine me?

Something similar, without knowing
behind, the universe escapes
in a certain sense doesn’t exist

Beholden to you
the sudden warmth
for small moments

like mysteries
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5900 Jan 30, 2013
She tells her husband,“Snakes, are snakes. Women, are women.”
He plays his pungi like a Mumbai magician, hypnotizing his
reptilian partner in their street corner song and dance, far away
from the phosphorescence of Broadway, highlighting the slums of
Bombay. He neglects telling bystanders he’s not in danger. That
even though he appears within striking distance of a venomous
bite, a snake can only attack at one third its body length. The
snake’s mouth is sewn shut so that only his tongue can escape to
taste flesh. The charmer bites his own tongue; there is no need to
reveal this. He knows the snake is deaf to the music. But the
combination of cross-legged serenading and the allure of coil
delivering a mortal wound prove too profitable to disclose. At the
end of the day he places the snake back in the basket, gathers his
money and returns home. A cold dinner awaits him. Prepared by a
sleeping wife’s hand that only heats up—when her lonely
finger becomes a heated python in search of its prey.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5901 Jan 30, 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch...

hey baby you know who you are this ones for you...
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5902 Jan 30, 2013
Scent of song smiling woman she slides stump swollen slight before clock’s gauze of

loneliness delicate cream of gusset milk wet her sex ripe red hieroglyphs disappearing into

iridescent kinked copper

lost

chances

coinage malignant morning singing black lizard questions future contours strike arid match to

blue twilight the southern native kindling of her inner-thighs sliding stench of hot dug musk

rich fibrous simian amber glistening deltas....
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5903 Jan 30, 2013
I’m swirl

sloughing c unt convolutions

wet finger gutting

dream fetish stench

she wears autumn

shaft pearls head music

shit!

gimme kiss! Oh junk!

gimme yes! semenflash guzzlespunk – swallow

my

gallows

humour!

Ram-rod Do her

p ussy

TASTE THIS—hirsute, licky pussy!

[painful solitary death fermenting phalluses amorphous]

gimme her rank biology – I do not wish to suck eggs but ALL her feminine juices

Oh yes!

taste slept

her lip trapped in ambivalence

spring shaft ravenous

my cock hunger so hard it leads to blow-me


Dribbling Aeonic Emission


dribbling mouth apparatus no dyke session alien-inspired cattle colonic conciousness

night vision mechanical subterranean creatures genetic control fetish

gelatinous buried transcendental in sweet smell relished sex burnished photosynthetic

c unt ochre magma meat cleaver splayed gaping labia mutation masturbating prohibited c um

covered comics

-sixty-nine minutes-

Laura’s slit boycotts consensus secretes

guerilla sign manifestation

ontological nocturnal aeonic emission

the black moist derangement god of global pulp avatar sasquatch
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5904 Jan 30, 2013
Observe the world around you,
the fat mother scolding her child,
water running down the street like a river,
the shop girls standing bored and clueless,
the crocuses broken and bent on the soil.

Sadness flows from these sources,
flows through your life,
dives underground when you are happy
but emerges later into the light.

The river of sadness drives the great mill
where the artists labour.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5905 Jan 30, 2013
:O)
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5906 Jan 30, 2013
"THE INTERVIEW."
(Part One)




I met you at a book signing – petite, brunette, and flirty as hell.

How flirty, you ask?
Well, aside from the obvious interest you tossed in my direction, smiling and winking at every possible opportunity, you had this special way of sitting there, halfway across the room, giving me a perfect view up your skirt. Each time we made eye contact, you blushed a little and shifted your position, crossing and uncrossing your legs at just the right angle to afford me a prolonged peek at your green satin panties.

My cock begins to stiffen beneath the hardwood table. Every once in a while, a fan gets in my way. I sign their books and wait for you to show me more.

After the autograph seekers begin to clear out, you finally make your approach. You seem nervous, yet determined.

You’re unsure of what to say upon reaching the table, though, and so you simply stand there, nibbling your lower lip and sort of half swiveling, half swaying side to side in your little black dress. I lean forward, crossing my arms on the table between us. I make my best attempt to disarm you with my smile.

“So…” I begin, my voice lowered, forcing you to lean in closer.“”Do you always show your panties to strange men like that?”

We stare into each other’s eyes over a stack of books. I’m about to lay one of my best lines on you when…

“Make me cum,” you suddenly blurt out, clamping your hand over your mouth (too late).

I’m transfixed by you.“Come again?” I ask, almost positive that I hadn’t heard you correctly.

“See, that’s just the problem,” you whisper in my ear, leaning in closer still.“I haven’t met a man who could make me cum in quite some time…”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I say, playing it cool as you gingerly finger my necktie.“I just so happen to be writing a book on that very subject.”

“And what subject is that?” you ask, eyes narrowed in mock curiosity.

“Women who can’t cum,” I say, scribbling something down on a piece of paper.“Here’s my address in town – I’d love to interview you sometime.”

***

You arrive on my doorstep at the appointed date and time. I barely recognize you standing there. You seem so… innocent in your sweater and jean skirt, and you’re wearing a thin, white hairband with low-top sneakers to match. You smell so clean and so sweet, like coconut and berries. Me, I’m shirtless, barefoot, and unshaven. I haven’t showered and I’ve been drinking since about 10am.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” I say, clearing my throat as I sweep some empties into the bin.“Have a seat while I tidy up a bit.”

You sit down the couch, resting your hands on your knees in front of you. I pretend not to notice your legs while I make the place presentable.

Coming back from the kitchen, I sit down on an old recliner across from you, cracking open a fresh beer as I settle in.

You’re still sitting there, smiling expectantly.

I take a long pull from the tall can in my hand. Suddenly I feel like a poor host.

“You want one?” I ask, gesturing to the beer as I make to get up and grab another.

You shake you head slowly, never breaking eye contact as you slowly sink down into the cushions. Pushing your luscious legs forward, knees clamped tight together, your squirm in your seat as your clean white shoes do a little dance upon the filthy carpet. You’re biting your lower lip again, like you did that day at the book signing. It seems apparent that you have yet another surprise in store.

I relax, take another pull. I find it difficult to avert my gaze from the small strip of shadow between your thighs and your skirt.

(Continued......)
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5907 Jan 30, 2013
"THE INTERVIEW."
(Part Two)

“Spread ‘em,” I rasp dryly, forgoing another drink to focus on your beautiful body – a welcome addition to the otherwise drab interior of my cheap apartment. Your knees slowly part, ever so slightly as your hands dip between your legs, caressing your inner thighs in circular, rhythmic strokes. As you spread them open, you’re careful to keep your hands centered between them, obscuring my view of the glory beyond. After teasing me to the very brink of panty madness, your hands slowly slip away. And then…

…I cannot believe what I see.

“Where are they?” I demand, abruptly standing up, eyes wild with confusion.

“Where are what”? you ask coquettishly, as if you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about.

“Don’t play dumb with me, girl…” I growl, advancing with barely restrained menace.“Where the FUCK are your panties?”

You smile with mischief in your eyes, wagging a finger in my direction as you reach into the handbag beside you. Grinning as wide as ever (and blushing as deeply, as well), you hold the skimpy undergarment aloft — black lace fringed with pink lining.

Moaning softly as you rub them between your legs, I down the rest of my beer in one heroic gulp, falling to my knees to crawl before you. By this point you’ve slid about as far off the couch as possible, your naked crotch at eye level as I advance upon your writhing body. You’ve shaved just for me, I deduce, as my tongue traces the perfectly smooth contours of your outer labia, slowly dragging it from your asshole to your navel and back again, careful so as to avoid the slit of pink wetness between. You gasp as I suddenly spread your lips with my fingers, zeroing in on your clit, kissing with gentle pressure as you wrap your legs around my head to grind yourself against my face.


(Continued........)
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5908 Jan 30, 2013
"THE INTERVIEW."
(Part Three)

......Coming up for air, I flip you over on to your belly with one swift twist of my muscular arms, leaving you prone with your ass in the air. You scream into the cushion as I push my c ock deep inside, pausing for a moment to stir your frothing honey pot. I place one hand across the back of your head, pushing your face even deeper into the couch, muffling your increasingly high-pitched screams of ecstasy as I hump the living shit out of you, your cheeks ever reddening with each savage slap.

It isn’t long before you can’t take anymore, flailing your arms behind you in a futile attempt to stop the onslaught of pleasure. I take hold of one arm and continue to hammer away. Next you try reaching beneath me with your free hand, shielding your clit from my pendulous balls, but failing to bar a single inch of dick from your guts. When you wrap your hand around the base of my c ock, I nearly reach down to tear it away, but it’s actually quite a nice sensation. Your palm grows slippery with your own p ussy juice, and the rings on your fingers press tight against my shaft. F ucking your hand now as well as your c unt, I’m able to double my pleasure while reducing yours to a more bearable level.

Despite this respite, you continue to moan as though birthing a calf, the couch no longer muffling your cries. My landlady begins to bang on the ceiling. I stuff an old sock in your mouth in a vain attempt to shut you up. It doesn’t make much difference, though, and so I snatch your panties from the floor beside us, wrapping them around your neck to garrote you from behind. Your face grows hot and congested as I pull them tighter, and you feel yourself going weak in the knees. As your oxygen is slowly cut off, the pressure continues to build in you head as well as your loins. It all goes black as you c um harder than you’ve ever came before, coating me in your latent creamy essence as you lose consciousness upon my spurting prick.

I return from the kitchen with two beers, a fifth of whiskey under one arm. You’re still lying on the couch, naked from the waist down and gasping for air. I sit down beside your and stroke you burning head. Your panties are still twisted around your neck. I unwind them and tuck them into my pants pocket.

“Whenever you’re ready to start that interview…” I grunt, unscrewing the cap from the bottle.

“Want A Friend, Be One”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Smiling :o) all the way....

#5909 Jan 30, 2013
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though its breaking
when there are clouds in the sky
you'll get by if you smile
with your fear and sorrow
smile and maybe tomorrow
you'll find that life is still worth while
if you just "Smile"
Light up your face with gladness
hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear maybe ever so near
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile,whats the use of crying
you'll find that life is still worth while
If you just smile
Though your heart is aching
Smile even though its breaking
when though are clouds in the sky
you'll get by if you smile
thats the time you must keep on trying
smile whats the use of crying
you'll find that life is still worth while
If You Just "SMILE"...:O)
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5911 Jan 30, 2013
"K. K. K."

Kim Kardashian’s K unt

Lynching

Lynching us

Lynching our eyes

Lynching our minds

Why do we give her our necks

Is it because we smell it

Is it because we secretly dream of it

Is it because of our shame

Does my krummy k unt look like hers

Wait! I don’t have a k unt.

Does she?

Or is it just an empty space

Like her head

Is it all empty space

Like my eyes

Like my ears

Like my mouth

As it opens

And breathes in the lack

As I hang

I hang here

KKK looks at me

She says thank you

She thinks die.

You all hang next to me

We won’t have to forget this

It is nothing

All it is is Kim Kardashian’s K unt

Everyone has not seen it

Except the million who have f ucked it

Have I?

I might as well have.
phaines

Big Bear Lake, CA

#5912 Jan 30, 2013
http://youtu.be/QBPyYeCf95o

:P Marcy Playground-Sex And Candy Lyrics
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5913 Jan 30, 2013
I’m Adrian DeVine.....The Original.

I’m a word-slinger, a truth-bringer, a pocket poet, a story spinner, and a lie lover.

I write because it allows me to play, to be hyper and hyperbolic, to dramatize the mellow and the melo-. That, for me, is the joy of words on the page........

“
I live in a universe of story-seas and word-forests.

Trust me to lead you across the rough waters and through the dark woods.

I'm an expert navigator and will take you to your true heart’s desire – even if you don’t yet know what that is.

~DeVine.

Recomended you read Henry Miller's "Tropic of Capricorn."

THERE ALL WILL BE REVEALED !
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5914 Jan 30, 2013
darkness blankets, soothes –
less people around,

in their homes, in their beds,

best ghost time to
do the laundry,

take a late night fog walk,

or push ink with a fine point,

b-movies or metal-punk alternative

the soundtracks
of my heartbeat hope
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5915 Jan 30, 2013
One day they’ll examine
the leaves of our letters,

The vangoghed margin notes
and butterflied brush strokes

That tell the canvas-lovers
we were only human too.

They’ll sit there in libraries
and beside post office boxes
and on front porch swings

Unexpectedly
lost in the light
of our laughter,

Their eyes melting to mist,
their faces growing
steadily younger.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5916 Jan 30, 2013
She fell in love

with a fractured man



a boy who dreamed

of panties falling out of everywhere

but never

tugged at her blouse

never

mounted the arch of her breasts



she places her seething

anger at his feet

but her offering is rejected



leaving her dreaming

that she’s blinded



free of the tears.....

THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5917 Jan 30, 2013
I trust the day like a leaping heat
hauling the hovel
of my accomplishments to ash;
a composite dwindle
free as green and bold,


bold as the solid swell
of the first cherry after blossom.
Drunk as a thin man
with a whole worry,
his bottle dry as the edge of bone,

dry as his memory, his love
a drowning, his light
caught on the inside of a bell.



Beyond This Skin
your thin breasts each a grief:
cock-plump-robbed and plucked dead
like two starved birds.


Beyond this skin
the world weeps for its swept-up beds
and its loneliness;
its hearts blown like empty stones.


Summer is full of dull rain and mourning,
old days and memory lost
in the stubborn amber of a child’s wound.


Where are the true floods?
It is only wet here.
The sun rests
but she is not drowned.


These wisps whisper as if not sad
and haunted by their sound;
as if at night
I should not wear a shroud.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5918 Jan 30, 2013
Yesterday was a novice
filled with confetti and absence,

dreams ripped from the sky
and a poet ascending.

A sparrow for a cloud
fed fat with rain and weeping;

the sun blocked by silence
and black birds mourning.



A dull wound.....

not my death
nor my wedding,

yet how clear the pain
how fragrant the morning.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

The Gap, Australia

#5919 Jan 30, 2013
Torture is my middle name
you hold it tightly
on the tip of your tongue
does it hurt to say it aloud?

(indulge me)

my soul is like acid
burning away the soft
milk white dew of your own
yet you still want to mingle

(fulfill me)

ten times in ten I could maim you
regardless you return for redemption
masochist is your middle name
I am readily your sadist

(forgive me)

and...

she’s a twisted
dark-minded, brooding
bitch
but you love her
because you
say
she takes your breath away
you poor
soul
you don’t even know
what you’re in
for
warped perception
is the same as
deception
and you lie
like a guilty
child
just so
you can
hold
onto the dream
you think you’ve
caught
no, no
it’s not
so
hook, line and sinker
you’re soul’s been
bought
she doles out the bills
with a temptress
grin

maladjusted, dysregulatory
sin, sin
sin
she puts her chips
on you and
spins
no matter what

the end she
wins

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