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Ice Cream Lesbians
Some an army of horsemen, some an army on foot
and some say a fleet of ships is the loveliest sight
on this dark earth, but I say it is whatever you desire.
And it it possible to make this perfectly clear
to all, for the woman who far surpassed all others
in her beauty, Helen, left her husband
the best of all men
Behind and sailed far away to Troy, she did not spare
a single thought for her child nor for her dear parents
but the goddess of love led her astray
reminds me now of Anactoria
although far away,
Suckle the titties of a young virgin to flow
vanilla clouds drip down her face.

Bella Vendetta is officially the world’s hottest nerd
I recently got the sad, sad news that bespectacled badass Bella Vendetta would be shutting down her eponymous site because the credit card billers don’t like her brand of porn and she’s not willing to water it down. In mourning that awesome site, I am more than a little comforted by the fact that Bella is sure to still be out there posing for shoots like this irresistible set from Amelia G and Forrest Black. Bella sums up so many things I love in a woman: she’s smart, geeky, iconoclastic, nasty and unfailingly sensuous. But let’s get shallow for a moment: my God what a gorgeous body she has. Perhaps more importantly, there’s something very special about being up close and personal as a punk chick with NRRDCORE and RIOT GRRL tattooed across her fingers slides a big glass dildo deep into herself. Mmmmm, Bellla.
Ironic
I tried to stop again, and as usual it didn’t work. I scarred myself this time cuz i cut a little deeper than i usually do and i didn’t have anything to keep the blood from getting all over my sheets. i grabbed the first thing i saw. it was a scrap sheet of paper with this unfinished poem on it. i thought it was kind of ironic and chose not to finish it.
I was almost there; i was ever so close
but then i got scarred, i wanted one more dose
one more dose of my blade, one more drop of blood
to join the scars i made, my thoughts in the mud
Everytime i tried to speak, i couldn’t get it out
my mouth, too weak, alone i scream and shout.
























