There was a young woman from Ealing,
who had a peculiar feeling.
She lay on her back,
opened up her crack,
and pissed all over he ceiling.
Sheer poetry!
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October
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- Documentary
- Spurt (pun always intended)
- Passive listening
- The resolution
- songs to listen to
- critical period
- Warning:
- Virginity defined
- Interior decoration : A Poem
- Ugh!
- Spurt (pun always intended)
- Awakening
- Sleeping with The Dame.
- Slag Meeting (Desdemona and Arthur)
- Answers
- The Cast
- The Devil wears Prada
- Free and Raw
- SEX: defined
- Mary Poppins
- Soooo Ho
- CUNT
- Taming the Beast by Emily Maguire
- Random
- Case of the Ex
- Consumption
- Heaven
- Escorts (1)
- Trial and Error
- Searching
- Getting to know each other
- Preparation
- Bent
- A Crack at The Dame
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About me
- Tainted Visionary
- London, United Kingdom
- The Opening occurs like a dream, solid sand amongst parted waves, Each murmuring a hymn. Slowly. There I stand, and there you are, Staring into the abyss.
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