~Satellite of Love~*
Scenes involved agent #9 Sutra and her fuming departure from a room on Iridium she was disappointed with
Hunter ( agent #3)
Simultaneously Agent #6 Satyr is being tutored in Grey Room by Bill in bright silvery mornings ( moonshine) - the
days industry has begun.
Sutra heads for stainlesss steel cornerless cubicles for a spray. She is stripped naked and stripped of microbes,
molecules, grit, make up, paint, flora, germs, other organisms ( black pores - eboloids) and other potential
contaminants that make merry way on a space-time traveller’s body.
Much more urgently the greasy old journo smell of HST and his earthy, effluvious aroma.
Perhaps she oughtta have left those mosaicy prozaccies alone but they were as irresistible as hundred’s ‘n’
thousands dipped in white milky chocolate with rainbow micro-crunchie fruit croutons. And the neutrino-granular
floaties. Hunter also brought a bottle of whiskey and a kilo of port cured matured cigar tobacco. He rolled it all
night while Sutra indulged one of the few obsessions that stood in the way of absolute celibacy. She was angry
with therself and felt a strong sense of guilt over her sexual instincts.
She had partied marsalaam pretty hard herself. Her head thumped in time with Iridium's generators obviously
enough energy stored for now as a familiar whirl indicated movement of the satellites universal position or time.
She crossed herself geofu. both sides symmetrically and shivered at the thought of recollection of these animalian
night mares. She just couldn’t stop. She had wondered about this obsesssion with sexlove. Still it reigned powerfully
over her - dragged her astern of her spiritual and professional ambitions in space.
Shards of night before embarrassing moments up on high big stoned orgasmic frames thrashed her brain what is it
with me ?
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got the chords to "Catch My Disease' anyone ?
'Cos I surely caught somethin' and that song is the only the start of it.
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I loved her instantly, the flicker of her eyes as she loved me; first moments.
~thy will be done~
Make it 'Yellowed canola carpets laid.'
Maybe...
It's how they look sort of. Umm can never decide, new word altogether maybe.
Adjust your textbooks for now children. Yes, I know you're wearing long trousers now but you thinks and acts like idjut savants
y'know ?
Live at odds with and against yersilves.
Seriously y'do. Do your homework and think about it.
You with the crumpled hat, broken tennis racket, holey stockings n smoking n gambling you a St. Trinnies girl or what ?
I want you down at the front young dude.
I doing Mistah Gormsby's job Bromwell high now y'know. You be doin' some bendin' over from now on little lady.
Usually the rebellious runts that come good best in the end.
Now get on with it.
~lovegods (#190594452)
Date: Nov 16, 2005, 6:58:23 AM
I really am very sorry, I didn't mean any of this stuff and cant erase it no ? I'll leave you alone g'bye
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~thy will be done~
jeez this was awful..I hope they can sort out this bi-p thing out quick
if you was kind enough to make allowances for me one last time I would be so grateful..dont quite always understand it yet y'know..
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~thy will be done~
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~thy will be done~
weel..'symp'm'. and 'autonomy' could be a goer soon..aand..west of eden is def'y on the way..the loose 'T.A.' (trans'l anal.) dev was an error
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~thy will be done~
and it has me thinking "..if only.." and "..what if.." of course and that aint no good..
Failing to be as gentle as I knew myself able - and desired so dearly - to be.
Trashing her most delicate matters over and over again. Forgetting and avoiding the consequences, her pain.
It's ugly. I knew it would be. It's a gloomy time for me I could fill pages like this.
Anticipating a gross inventory, seeing my plates stacked high when I eventually 'came home' to face my music, I comfort myself long time, by the moment, with penance and a never-ending prayer for the forgiveness of one angel, endless divine enchantments for her and for her blessings to annoint my slighted soul.
mahalo
manana
~if it's "news" to you, still love you or else I have a totally irrational obsession/fixation - sure feels like one ( round and round in tha head y'know ?) - "we're" working on it - opinions very welcome~
lots pxXx
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~thy will be done~
[link]
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oops get rid of sticky- dash it
~guess it just is~
thats better
this site and the new email is now entirely and exclusively accesible by one person the i/d's man, sistah, being,repeat orders, lovexxgods@yahoo.com.au ayand ahm aw yunmi once y'know here as lods with esses might have been smarter tho i tried that once and copped it aanyway, and the passwords respectively as you RILLY oughtta know cleverpantsy are what are they ? how to umm..well her name was one yeah real rarely used grown up woman one and the newer cult temple of two and the rune x which still sits in the email shit one was and two was and rune was geofu I remember it had 9 ? characters two numbers followed by that interesting old nordic german rune of love with 5 letters y'know ? unlocks the new one and all the mail is no longer and virgin and ANYONe but only could get into both if they knew there real name and our little secrets so now that email with just my latest health reports and some tiddle poetry is entirely accsble as is this so she could well if some gremlin sytarts red penning my stuff wouldn mind AT all easy to leave lying around in here in the middle of the night y'know ?...and I have switched profile set to online staus invis now so she could also play around in here with me and go in out mm totally undetected also I would think she be smart enough to work this out if I was to tell her too..walk in and out like a thief in the my boots can do some walking too break down old doors of opressions to life our relations god knows and well I may only be a visitor short time now and feel so much better addiction to cyber now broken I hope this all clear enough I sure find it interesting x
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P.S. could do with an upbeat new avatar too still req'd even more urgently *nurse-AGENT # ? onetwogeofu plus insert first name nee ellis cryptic passwords VIP swallow all papers gulp books of love and study all love codes 2006 big
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