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  1. I have it on firm belief that there are no bad poets in Australia,

    That being said, it's also an imaginary place

    There once was a man from australia

    z

    See cant even ryhme anything with that place. Bah

    Jason ( a lover of poets ) ..

  2. Considering its been so long since I did anything in my blog, I think it's time I should. It's been a magical two years. I really should find the time to write that blog entry.

    As soon as I untangle myself from his arms I'll get right on that.

    Jason (the content snuggler)

  3. A Poem By Jason Rimbaud

    1

    You've always seen what you want to see

    But your truths aren't based in reality

    And I refuse to exist in your fantasy

    In other words

    2

    I can still taste you on my tongue

    Ours was a love that songs were sung

    And yet this is where my hurt was sprung

    From your words

    3

    And if I crash and my life starts to bleed

    Will you comfort and make love to me

    I only need you why can't you see

    Here are my words

    4

    And if my heart breaks and I start to cry

    Will you help me live or just let me die

    No matter your answer I think you'll lie

    In your words

    5

    Why did I ever let you back inside

    And now from you I feel I'll have to hide

    And the best way to achieve this I can't decide

    So here's my words

    6

    You claim you have since changed your ways

    And if this is true our love can be saved

    And right now I don't want to walk away

    So no more words

  4. The house was dark and upon first glance he did not think Scott was home. But upon closer inspection he could see the outline of the blond sitting out on the balcony staring up into the night sky. He didn’t think he could cry anymore but the sight of his boyfriend in the moonlight caused the tears to once again cascade down his cheeks.

    He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and went to the refrigerator to grab the bottle of Vodka from the icebox. He filled up a glass and walked outside. He leaned against the rail and lifted the glass to his lips and drank deeply.

    “That isn’t going to help you know.”

    He spun around and faced his boyfriend, anger flashing in his blue eyes. “Fuck you.”

    “It’s your stomach,” Scott said with a shrug of his shoulders. He leaned back further into his chair, thankful the darkness hid the pain in his eyes.

    Justin threw the glass out over the balcony. “What did I do wrong?”

    “Nothing.”

    Justin threw his hands in the air. “Is there someone else?”

    “No,” Scott answered immediately. “There could never be anyone else but you.”

    “Then why,” Justin asked as he sunk to his knees in front of Scott. “Don’t you love me?”

    Scott tucked his long hair behind his ears and caressed Justin’s cheek. “Of course I love you.”

    “Then why did you say no?”

    Scott sighed. “It’s hard to explain.”

    “Tell me, please,” Justin begged.

    Scott looked up as he searched for the right words but he knew there was nothing he could say that would make Justin understand why he could not accept his proposal.

    A part of him, a very big part, wanted to marry Justin, someday. But he didn’t want it to happen like this, not without something to offer in return.

    “Well, I don’t really believe in marriage.”

    “What,” Justin asked, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

    “Even if I was straight and you were a girl, I wouldn’t marry you,” Scott said in a quiet voice. Though by the look on his boyfriends face he realized he shouldn’t have blurted out that way.

    Justin’s face darkened and his temper boiled to the surface.

    “That’s not what I meant.”

    “Then what did you mean?” Justin asked, scooting back a few feet.

    “I just don’t see the point of going through a ceremony that wouldn’t even be legal. I love you; you love me, why can’t we just leave it at that?”

    Justin stood up. “Because it’s about commitment, about standing up in front of our friends and family, acknowledging our love for one another.”

    “Have you ever doubted my love,” Scott asked as he slumped further into his chair.

    “Not until tonight,” Justin admitted as he walked back to the railing.

    “How can you say that,” Scott demanded as he stood up.

    “In front of everyone I asked you to marry me, and you said no. How the fuck did you think I was going to feel?”

    “Just because I don’t want to marry you doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

    “I know, it just means you don’t want any strings. You love me on your terms but not on mine.”

    “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

    “Is it?” Justin asked as he clenched his fists. “After everything we’ve been through together, all the bullshit with your drug problems, Michael, don’t you think, you owe me…this little thing?”

    “Owe you,” Scott shouted. “That’s the problem, I feel like I owe you everything.”

    “What?”

    “All this,” Scott said as he waved his arms. “This isn’t my house, it’s your house. The car I drive, even the fucking clothes I wear aren’t mine. How can I marry you when I have nothing to offer?”

    Justin rolled his eyes. “Why does everything come down to this tired argument? How many times have I told whatever I have is yours?”

    “That’s not me,” Scott shouted. “I can’t keep living on your good graces. It drives me crazy having you buy me stuff. I can’t even buy a pair of shoes without getting money from you. I can’t stand it.”

    “Really, you didn’t have any trouble spending my money for your fucking rehab.”

    “That’s beneath you,” Scott stated in a quiet voice. He ignored the tears that started to fall down his cheeks as he turned away and walked into the house.

    Justin stormed in the house after him and grabbed his arm. Scott spun around and pushed Justin down on the couch, his left arm raised and his fist clenched. Anger flashed in his eyes and Justin realized he might have gone too far. He closed his eyes and waited for the blow to drop.

    “Fuck,” Scott yelled as he punched the pillow next to Justin’s head. “I didn’t want this to happen again. I fucking swore I’d never hurt someone I love again.”

    Justin stared up at him, his eyes wide and filled with fear. But when Scott collapsed next to him he breathed easy. He reached out to touch his boyfriend but pulled back when Scott said, “Don’t.”

    Scott stood up and walked towards the front door. He paused when Justin called out, “Where are you going?”

    “I don’t know, but if I stay I’ll do something that both of us can never forgive,” Scott stated as he opened the door.

    “Are you leaving me?” Justin demanded as he clutched his stomach.

    Scott called out over his shoulder, “Never you, Justin. I’m leaving me.”

    The door shut behind Scott and Justin fell back on the couch and curled up into a ball. He cried until the tears stopped falling. After a while, he went back to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Vodka.

  5. Thanks James, I quite like the bad boy name calling, I didn't know you cared. :)

    I think I wrote somewhere on this site, this story started as a flash, then I wrote this small piece in response to Blue's comment in Part One and over my vacation, I banged out about twenty-thousand words so far fleshing out this story and I was quite amazed how the piece is shaping up. As to when it will be finished, who knows, I'm still doing another re-write on another story I finished for our writing project a few months ago. That story ballooned up to over eighty-thousand words but it needs some major work as I tend to get long winded and repeat myself often. But at least I'm still working and that's something I haven't done in a long time.

    J

  6. “Ah, haven’t had one of these in years,” Greg sighed with satisfaction as the taste was exactly like he remembered from his first trip to Jamaica.

    Sara scrunched up her face. “How can you like that awful tasting beer?”

    “Some buddies and I went to Jamaica after graduation. Red Stripe was the only beer they had to drink and after a week of drinking, you get use to it. Plus it brings back memories, you know.”

    “As long as you like it, I guess,” Sara stated flippantly. “So what brings you here?”

    “Well, I was mighty thirsty.”

    “No silly,” Sara chided him as she shoved him playfully. “Here, as in Atherton.”

    “I live just down the hill remember and I needed to enjoy myself,” Greg said as he leaned back on his elbows in the grass. “Besides, I needed a vacation from everyone.”

    “Everyone, huh?” Sara asked. “So you live there by yourself?”

    Sara noticed that far away look in his eyes again and mentally kicked herself as Greg said, “Yep, all alone. But I’m getting use to that.”

    “I could never go anywhere alone, that would drive me crazy.”

    “Technically, since you can’t find your friend, you are here alone,” Greg said with a grin.

    “Oh brother,” Sara said and for the first time Greg noticed she had a slight southern drawl. “But since I came with my friend I am not by myself. Plus I’m talking to you.”

    “Interesting way of looking at the world.”

    “Oh shit.” Sara cursed loudly. “You were right.”

    Greg looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “I was right about what?”

    “Not you.” Sara murmured. “Justin, I just hate it when he’s always right.”

    “Okay,” Greg said slowly and somewhat sarcastically. “Do you always talk to people who aren’t there? Because if you do that could explain why you’re never alone.”

    Sara looked at him and started to laugh. After a few moments, she took control of herself and explained. “Justin said you were gay, but I didn’t believe him.”

    “Whatever gave you that idea?” Greg asked, puzzled by her declaration.

    Sara just gave him a look that spoke more than any words. She smiled at him and patted him on the knee.

    “You do,” She answered with a smile. “I’ve been sitting here talking to you for fifteen minutes and you haven’t once looked at my tits.”

    “So, you said it yourself, I’m a gentleman.”

    “Oh really,” Sara stated as she held up her hand. “For one, when I just stretched, I purposely shoved my tits right in your face and you looked away. Secondly, I know I’m not ugly so that can’t be it. And thirdly, you have been drooling over all the guys around here and not any women.”

    Greg had to laugh at the smug look on her face, like she was proud of her deducting skills. She added after a moment, “I don’t care, so don’t worry. I’m not offended or anything. I always seem to like the gay boys. Maybe it’s because they take better care of themselves.”

    He chuckled. “I didn’t think I was that obvious. I should learn to be more careful and stare at all the titties around me.”

    “That’s it, you went from acting gay and somewhat cool to acting straight and an asshole in two seconds flat,” Sara stated sarcastically.

    “Okay, how about this. Check out that guys ass over there, it’s so hot it’s a shame he has to sit on it,” Greg said as he pointed to some random guy playing volleyball.

    “That’s better sweetie, just be yourself around me.”

    “Hey Sara,”

    She looked at him for a moment, sadness flashed in her green eyes as she admonished, “I’m sorry, Greg, I lied to you.”

    “Lied, about what?”

    “Well, because…I didn’t come here with a friend. Wait, that’s another lie, I meant I did come here with a friend but my friend and I are the ones throwing this party,” She explained with a wince, honestly a bit scared how he would take this admission. She took a deep breath. “And my name isn’t, Sara, either.”

    He noticed right away the childlike need for acceptance on her face so he smiled. “If Sara isn’t your real name, what would you like me to call you?”

    A look of relief exploded across her face and she squealed and said in a rush, “Alyson, you can call me, Alyson.”

    “Okay, Alyson, it’s very nice to meet you,” Greg said as he shook her hand again. “And while we’re on the subject, I have a confession to make as well.”

    “Don’t tell me you lied about your name too?”

    “No, nothing like that,” Greg said as he broke out in an evil grin. “I was looking at your tits when you weren’t looking. I’ve been trying to figure out for the last twenty minutes if they’re real or not.”

    “Asshole,” She screamed out as she punched him in the shoulder before sitting back down again. “So, am I forgiven?”

    “Sure, after all, you were planning on feeding me, right?”

    She giggled and stood up. She reached down her hand to help him on his feet. “What do you want to eat?”

    “First things first, who is this Justin guy and how did he know I was gay?” Greg asked as he let her pull him to his feet.

    Alyson rolled her eyes and muttered, “Men, I should just become a lesbian and get it over with.”

  7. Thanks everyone, this little ditty was fun to write. Flash is always hard to write because it makes you tailor your tale to a very specific theme. But I like the challenge.

    As to Blue and his comments, I actually thought about the whole..."but it's not a gay story" before I posted it but it didn't have the same feel when it was two guys.

    That being said, and some things said on another site, I think I shall do a part two to this little tale but it will be mostly dialogue. Let's see if I can make it a gay story and still retain the same feel

    I think if it works I'll give all credit to Blue and his inspired post.

    Jason

  8. "I haven't seen you here before, have I?"

    "What?" He stammered out as he turned to look who had spoken.

    Greg's eyes widened; standing before him was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She was slim yet slightly muscular. She wasn't very tall and had blonde hair that he couldn't tell if it was bleached from the sun or a bottle. Her green eyes were focused intently on him.

    "I asked if you were new here, I haven't seen you before."

    Greg blushed and shifted his feet. "I live at the house down the hill and I've heard the fun up here for three days so I decided to crash the party."

    "You're cute when you blush." She giggled. "I'm Sara."

    "Ah, I'm Greg."

    "Are you sure?"

    "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Normally he thought girls looked stupid when they batted their eyes but somehow she managed to look sexy as hell when she did it. "If I'm not him, then I'm wearing his underwear."

    She laughed a musical laugh. "That's kind of kinky, an underwear fetish."

    "Only when I'm wearing underwear."

    "I think I like you, wanna buy me a drink?"

    "Absolutely."

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  9. So since I first posted this piece back in 2006, I have changed more than a few things. Not only have I taken Des's advice but I have had two new parts and have changed the name to Stages of Heaven. And seeing as I haven't been posting anything on these forums in a very long time, I figured I could give everyone the entire piece in all of its raw and ugliness. So here is the piece, I hope you enjoy it.

    Stages of Heaven

    By: Jason Rimbaud

    Edge of Heaven

    I awake to the sound of rain

    Drumming on the roof of my red convertible

    A bottle of Vodka rings in my head

    And the blonde that gave me this nightmare

    Lying beside me on the seat

    My eyes focus on the bottle of pills

    Lying on the floor next to the accelerator

    Ironically placed for an empty bottle once containing ?E?

    The euphoria of the drug had disappeared with the morning

    My mouth is dry

    My lips cracked and coated with some unknown substance

    Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand

    The memory of the previous night comes crashing back

    The sex was rough and sweaty

    Violence mixed with lust that could only be fulfilled

    By the emptying of ones essence into a willing receptacle

    I awake to the sound of rain

    Drumming on the roof of my red convertible

    The droplets rolling down the window

    Matching the imaginary tears that fall down my cheeks

    A pack of cigarettes rests on the dashboard

    I grab one

    And draw the dark harsh smoke deep into my lungs

    Glancing over at the blonde sleeping beside me

    My eyes run over the contour of his lithe body

    Already I can see the beginnings of several bruises

    Purple mixed with yellow against the pale skin of his back

    In his sleep he moves slightly

    I imagine him dreaming about the pleasures

    Pleasures I introduced to him last night

    I awake to the sound of rain

    Drumming on the roof of my red convertible

    The drumming matching the shallow heartbeat

    Of the blonde lying beside me

    I shove his legs off my lap

    And casually touch the end of my cigarette against his bare leg

    Gentle

    Almost caressing

    I use just the tip

    This touch causes him to moan

    And move a bit further away from me

    Images of us floats across my subconscious

    Images that will cause him intense self-loathing

    Flexing my arms above my head

    I stretch

    Wincing as pain shoots up my left arm

    Looking at my arm I see deep scratches

    Starting from my wrist and ending just below my armpit

    Another memento from my endless night's searching

    I awake to the sound of rain

    Drumming on the roof of my red convertible

    I awaken and remembered everything

    Conversation from the Edge of Heaven

    Shaking the blonde, I say, 'Wake up, it's time for you to go.'

    But there is no reply

    Barely even a grunt

    I smile and my face twists with disgust

    I punch him hard in the ribs

    And repeat, 'Get up! You have to go.'

    Groaning, he opens his eyes slowly

    I stare into his eyes eagerly

    Relishing the change I see

    Last night they were perfect blue orbs

    Today they are glazed and bloodshot

    He asks, 'Where am I?'

    'The edge of heaven.'

    My grin now feral and harsh

    'Now get the fuck out of my car.'

    For a moment he stares up at me

    Confusion showing on his face in a range of emotion

    I find him and his emotions quite pathetic

    Reaching over his body I open the car door

    The rain rushes inside the car

    Falling across his naked flesh

    With one swift motion I push him from the car

    He lands in the soft mud

    His once pale body now blackened from the filth

    And the bruises of our night of lust

    'My clothes,' He stammers out

    Already shivering from the wind and rain

    Looking around the interior of my car

    I spy my used boxers on the seat beside me

    Grabbing them I throw them at his head

    'Here.'

    And then I press the accelerator to the floor

    The powerful V-8 engine caused the car to lurch forward

    The car door slams shut

    As I speed away into the morning storm

    Leaving the boy crying and naked in the mud

    Rain falls upon his battered body

    And I wonder briefly how he'll make it home

    But by the time I light another cigarette

    The boy is forgotten

    Fading into another blurred memory

    In my long search to escape the edge of heaven

    Crazed Nights on the Edge of Heaven

    I arrive at the club shortly after one AM

    My blonde hair is loose about my shoulders

    I had decided on a pair of faded brown leather pants

    A sleeveless fitted T and my favorite pair of boots

    I look something like a hunter searching for prey

    As the bouncer eyes me up with a mischievous grin

    I pay the twenty dollar cover charge

    I dazzle him with a smile and enter the club laughing

    It will take more than a nice body to get my attention

    For tonight I am looking for something epic

    The club is dark giving off a fa?ade of beauty and mystery

    Rows upon rows of black lights litter the walls

    And flashing lights and revolving strobes

    Cause a never ending flashbulb affect that assaults the senses

    And leaves one with an euphoric high long after the sun rises

    Returning several smiles I casually stalk through the throng

    Relishing the stares I receive by the many drunken inhabitants

    I move gracefully eyeing up several promising candidates

    With a smile that could only be described as feral

    I wait for the twink behind the bar to notice me

    Catching the bartender?s eye I smile and nod my head

    A smile that I know will get me moved to the front of the line

    As he walks by again he makes sure to smile back at me

    And he thrusts his cotton covered ass out for me to stare at

    I grin and oblige him by giving it a thorough examination

    He screams out to be heard over the music, ?What?ll be sweetie??

    Grinning, I answer loudly, ?Any imported beer you have.?

    ?None of that domestic shit for you,? He says, flirting with me

    He doesn?t know just how true that statement really is

    I was looking for something truly exotic this night

    I turn my attention back to the mass of dancing flesh before me

    Taunt bodies glistening under the lights to the pulsing beat of the music

    Out there in that sea of bodies was the lucky boy

    The one that would accompany me to the back room of the club

    And beg me to ravish his body only to leave them wanting more

    This obsession of dancing is one I never truly understood

    I come to these clubs for one thing and one thing only

    To find some poor unsuspecting boy and use him as a cum dumpster

    And out of the hundreds of boys on the dance floor

    Only two caught my attention and sent my imagination rolling

    One was a barely twenty something with a body built for fucking

    Narrow waist, toned muscular back with long legs

    His brown hair, gelled and pushed forward, was damp with sweat

    The only clothing to adorn his form was a pair of faded blue jeans

    And stamped across his ass was a red star that reminded me of a bull?s eye

    The other was a fellow blonde, his hair short and plastered down

    He also wore blue jeans but had a long sleeve white shirt as well

    I could see through the wet material to the tone body underneath

    Blondie?s muscles were straining to keep up the furious pace he set

    The intensity on his face makes me ponder how far he?d go to please me

    Both twink?s would make the perfect bottom for me this night

    And I wanted them both though for different reasons

    The blonde looked more experienced moving around the floor

    With a kind of confidence that only comes with sexual prowess

    I feel like a kid in a candy store that must choose only one item

    But Red Star looked to be shyer under the lights

    Like this was something new but he was willing to experience it all

    I gulp down another swallow of beer and watch both intently

    Both were dancing with two average looking boys

    And I notice that neither seems overly interested in their partners

    I down the rest of my beer and hand off the bottle to some old queen

    I grab his crotch and give it a small squeeze as a way of payment

    And ignore his smile as I walk across the dance floor

    I make my decision and keep my eyes intent on my prey

    I choose Red Star, I guess I like the nervous look that creeps into his eyes

    Hoping my instincts are right, I walk over to where he?s dancing

    I step between the two boys, my hand running down Red Star?s chest

    Stopping just shy of his faded blue jeans and look at his face

    I catch my breath as I stare into the bluest eyes I?ve ever seen

    Without realizing it we start moving together to the pulsing music

    Up close Red Star is even sexier then I had first expected

    He has high cheekbones and a narrow nose with thin lips

    That looks absolutely soft yet firm at the same time

    My hand creeps up to his neck and I pull him close

    He returns my lustful gaze with a nervous smile

    Red Star?s arms snake around my waist as he gains confidence

    He pushes himself tighter against me and I feel the heat from his body

    I can smell traces of cologne on his body mixed with sweat

    A fragrance that is all male and intoxicatingly innocent

    I continue my probing stare into those endless pools of blue

    By now a thin layer of sweat covers my body

    I feel it dripping down my chin and rolling down my chest

    Tickling my stomach before being absorbed into my leather pants

    Red Star?s hands finds my ass and pulls me closer to his sweaty form

    His other hand rakes across my back as we gyrate to the music

    I know I made the right choice when I saw the unbridled lust in his eyes

    With every thrust of my hips I could feel his cock grinding into me

    With every rake across my back he is urging me to take him

    I had him right where I want him I only had to show him

    So I show surprise when he leans in and presses his lips against mine

    I have been kissed by numerous boys and know each one has a different style

    Some kiss hard, their mouths open wide, almost engulfing mine

    While others are gentle, as if they are politely asking me for access

    But this kiss was different, like maybe it was his first time kissing a boy

    Like he is trying it out, comparing this sensation to other experiences

    Blushing deeply Red Star presses his lips hard into mine again

    This time with the same urgency I feel in his caress

    I grab Red Star?s hand and drag him towards the stairs

    This leads down into the backroom of the club

    I am surprised when he comes along willingly, almost urgently

    As we descend into the semi-darkness of the backroom

    I can see men all around us in various states of undress

    Some of these men were sucking and some were even fucking

    But all were moaning in pleasure as they searched for quick release

    I notice Red Star?s eyes widen at the sight of so many men having sex

    He grabs my hand tighter and continues walking further into this orgy

    Finding an empty space against the wall I push him against it

    I devour his mouth hungrily, invading the space with my tongue

    I caress his chest roughly, pinching his nipples until they are red

    I continue to kiss him even as I lose myself in the impending release

    Turning him around I press his face into the wall

    Even as I bite and suck on the flesh of his neck

    I fumble with the button of his pants as he reaches for my cock

    Ripping down his pants I grin when the whiter flesh comes into view

    I growl loudly at the sight before me and lust takes over

    With one hand I stroke his cock as my other hand opens my pants

    Without bothering to waste time by pulling them all the way down

    I pull out my cock and press it against his trembling flesh

    Rubbing along his crack I tease him, waiting for him to beg

    All rational thought burns away in the aftermath of his scream

    Biting his neck hard enough to leave marks on his tanned skin

    I slam myself deep inside him not stopping until I can go no further

    Crying out in pain mixed with pleasure he pushes back against me

    His hands and arms holding himself upright away from the wall

    With every thrust he clenches down causing me to push wildly into him

    By now both of us are grunting as we lose ourselves in the moment

    My shirt clings to my back as I concentrate on the vice around my cock

    Leaning my head on Red Star?s back I reach around and grab him

    Finding the natural rhythm of our bodies I know it won?t be much longer

    He is the ultimate bottom, wriggling around as I jab into him

    Clenching his muscles tightly each time I withdrawal

    He meets each of my thrusts with wild abandonment

    I feel something wet on my hand as Red Star yells out

    His seed exploding all over the wall before us

    Bringing my hand to his lips he cleans them as I fuck him

    Feeling the familiar tightening I push inside him as far as I can

    And moan as the sensation shoots from my groin and into his body

    Resting my head against his back I try to recover my breath

    He turns his head around and tries to kiss me again

    But I push his head away even as I hear clapping around us

    I look around and notice several guys had gathered around us watching

    I could tell some of them are hoping for their turn of our frenzied fucking

    Grabbing a shirt out of the hands of one of the bystanders

    I pull out and wipe my cock off on the shirt before zipping up

    Giving the shirt back I make my way up the stairs and out to the street

    The memory of Red Star fades as I open the door and speed away into the night

    By the time I arrive back home I will have forgotten the entire encounter

    My mind already focusing on the next twink, the next anonymous fuck

    He?ll be another blurry memory to go along with the memory of ?him?

    Just a usual night in a string of nights that makes up my life

  10. What Have You Done?

    By: Jason Rimbaud

    He was in the shadows

    Standing alone

    Was he there, was he not?

    I stepped up

    A mask covering my eyes

    The air was still and so was he

    I walked up holding my breath

    In truth I knew

    This was the moment of his death

    I had but one chance

    I grabbed his arm and pulled him close

    Wanting him to savor the warm night air

    What have you done?

    He screamed to the night

    Then over to the wall

    His back towards me

    Smaller and vulnerable than in life

    His hair damp with sweat

    And clinging to his ears and neck

    Our love was suppose to protect us

    It didn?t

    Our love was suppose to heal us

    It didn?t

    I had begged you not to leave me

    You did

    A finger on the hammer sounded a click

    His body still and red

    Is this what our love looks like?

  11. I think this video is fall down on the ground and piss yourself funny. Though now that I think about it, why would anyone want to do such a disgusting thing. Oh well, it's another one of those weird slang terms.

    Anyway, I did find this amusing, but what makes me laugh even harder, is there are a group of people who believe that this is going to happen in the next few years. Brave new world...I wish I could find the link, there is a short story written by Bruin, I think, called I-Plug, kind of hits on this topic but in a creepy way. It's a great story though, brilliantly written.

    Anyway,

    Jason

  12. What a shy, slowly awakening tale about a man who is finally stepping out away from the shore. Much like Des, I flirt outrageously with almost everyone, I find that it gets me what I want easier. And no I'm not talking about sex, but I find approaching these clerks with a bit of humor and a flirtatious manner gets me that refund, or that special deal.

    Jason

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