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My heart muscle is hard
Push your hand inside my arse
Take hold of my heart
Squeeze it between your fingers
Pull it from within
Out into this world
And beat it
Perhaps an angel looks like everything
We have forgotten, I mean forgotten
Things that don’t seem familiar when
We meet them again, lost beyond telling,
Which were ours once.
You think you’re being kissed
But I’m talking to you
My lips are mouthing words
Not slipping, meaning nothing
In truth I want you to hear
Stuff that isn’t spoken
These shackles, they remain to remind.
But with you on your cloud and me on mine.
Once, on Mannahatta’s bleak shore,
I trolled for spunkfish, but caught naught, nothing save
a rubber plunger or two. It was awful,
at that time. Now everything is cheerful.
I wonder, does it make a difference?
All his eggs in his inches.
Needs a map to get him there,
sniffing out that one sure thing.
(See the authors below.)
1. Aiden Shaw
2. John Ashbery
3. Aiden Shaw
4. Jason Curious
5. John Ashbery
6. Jason Curious
It's an interview with Phillip Aubrey: porn star, Spencer Reed's boyfriend, burp fetishist.
The COLT superstars joined a protest in Rome against the Catholic Church in order to make the claim that gay people are not pedophiles. There was a chihuaha involved.
I feel sorry for people with fetishes that can never be realized in real life. Take this Flickr user, who has to make do with his giants fetish using Photoshop.
I'm not one for bragging about intellectual accomplishments (it's something I learned from, you know, graduating with honors from Brown University), but Conner Habib is justifiably excited about his blurb in a book written by Carl Sagan's son.