a study toward sonnet #474 by FisherKingKQJ

So my patched man can pick up the pieces-
Staunch, honorable gangster in argot,
He does with my body as he pleases,
Avenges my block with shotgun aggro.
I danced for him in a laundry a-gogo,
He was a loan shark when he'd done his lag,
I wore skin tight hot pants and an afro,
He sprung me from my cage with a chin wag.
When he was kicked unconscious for his swag,
I nursed his broken ribs, femur and skull,
I wheeled him to the loo, I flamed his fag,
When his chances of walking rated as null.
I love his gang tattoos and toothless smile-
He's going to help block a bitch I revile.

(Chorus)
He's going to help block a bitch I revile.
He's going to help block a bitch I abuse.
He's going to help block a bitch I malign.

[Autocube3, autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #473 by FisherKingKQJ

I stormed out at low tide toward Rangitoto
And waded out past the bouys to thigh-deep,
Plain furious with you this side of blotto-
You, a dot on strand panoramic sweep.
Such a fine day, yet I wanted to weep,
My legs and toes waded in slow motion;
You might drive off in the open top jeep,
I might board a ship and head for ocean.
Your carcinogenic sunscreen lotion,
Your constitution weakening fad diets
Were part and parcel of my devotion
To your sunny outlook and cheeky riots.
A love of stranger this insight had brought-
That feelings about feelings are just sport.

(Chorus)
That feelings about feelings are just sport.
That feelings about feelings are just fun.
That feelings about feelings are just play.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

Hybrid poker machine jukebox

a study toward sonnet #466 by FisherKingKQJ

You were hurt by the idea you could be
More pretty now than then, I'd clean forgot
What a sensitive girl you were to me,
I kissed you deeply slow to your tummy knot.
You pulled away from me as if from bot,
My big fists gripped your wrists as you battled,
I stroked your rib cage bumps, your tight topknot,
You were overwhelmed and also rattled,
The next balcony down some tourists prattled,
I palmed your hidden, stiff, outlined aureoles,
My thighs shut your thighs as you tattled,
I loved you to point of switching roles.
I sculpted your pelvis plane with my palm,
You were the only girl with all the charm.

(Chorus)
You were the only girl with all the charm.
You were the only girl with all the hex.
You were the only girl with all the spell.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #471 by FisherKingKQJ

A virus put into my genes the mean streak,
I'm the trash man - you don't understand that-
I sharpen my claws on the insecure and weak,
Just like the feline king of the jungle habitat.
I tab a big busted girl who doesn't know scat,
Who hides her deep cleavage in the clearing
In a frumpy slip dress with bra straps so fat,
An industrial strength bra swell to endearing.
Disguised in an overly baggy blouse and top
Her fried eggs are brunch for overbearing,
One night stands in a trainer bra just flop.
I'll weed out your relations, make love work-
Please trophy trash with my pink erect dirk.

(Chorus)
I'll weed out your relations, make love work.
I'll weed out your relations, make love function.
I'll weed out your relations, make love operate.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #470 by FisherKingKQJ

I know there's peer pressure to conform,
She's just a plump girl with very big bones,
I know bulimia is the modern day norm,
She's scrumptious despite her insistent groans.
She can't wear garments in light colour tones,
She favours A-line skirts, bottom half black,
Those baggy butt-hiders she mostly owns,
Low carb diet is balanced by frenzied snack.
On the scales, and in the mirror I'm cack,
I don't deserve his love which is so pure,
His positive words and my arse don't stack,
I believe he's being nice not to injure.
Through making love in missionary style,
In darkness I hide my big bum with guile.

(Chorus)
In darkness I hide my big bum with guile.
In darkness I hide my big bum with artifice.
In darkness I hide my big bum with cunning.

[Autocube3, the autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

Dear TABcorp of Australia,
This is an invitation to put a hyperlink on this blog roll so linking to your web site. :) :) :)
All you have to do is contact Google.

Yours sincerely,
FisherKingKQJ

a study toward sonnet #465 by FisherKingKQJ

The mackerel seagulls in a spiral ascent
A dollar bill symbol traced on overcast sky,
It made me feel vacuously decadent,
Revelling in soured love at their cry.
I watched a greybacked seagull pick and pry
A mussel shell open for grey living gunk,
But it caved in to a mackerel seagull sly
Who weighed in like a wiseguy or punk.
And so away the rightful killer slunk
To the amusement of crowding sparrows,
So away I slunk like an initiate monk
Into a hermit cave retreat which sallows.
My next beach babe will be discreet;
Will be courted piecemeal and discrete.

(Chorus)
My next beach babe will be discreet.
My next beach babe will be tactful.
My next beach babe will be wary.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies]

a study toward sonnet #463 by FisherKingKQJ

She thought our love somewhat cadaver,
That she'd progressed and yet it wasn't true,
Minutiae she hadn't bothered to haver
Were just what she wanted to pursue.
To me, love was a charade, so up the flue-
Accept the sentiment she now sounded?
She thought she was ready to love anew,
Love me more than life itself, she rounded.
I took in her legs, my heart still pounded
For shapely, taut, skin, gristle and muscle,
My mindset in solid friendships grounded,
I feared her false fingernails and hustle.
An albino lioness detoothed and declawed,
She knocked me flat with flattery she roared.

(Chorus)
She knocked me flat with flattery she roared.
She knocked me flat with flattery she bellowed.
She knocked me flat with flattery she yelled.

[Autocube3 - an autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #467 by FisherKingKQJ

We look like strangers in a hotel suite-
My new bustiere, new tight curl hairstyle,
Departure from usual, for love entreat
As he checks an account on a mobile.
His sneaky gorgeous sidelong glances rile;
When love was better, I sat on the fence,
When love was finer, I stepped up the stile-
I gave up my power for what recompense?
I won't miss him as he's strictly past tense,
As altercations and grudges distract,
Calamity aggregate...and come from whence?
I won't say things critical just for a week,
I won't be first to slam a door in a pique.

I won't be first to slam a door in a pique.
I won't be first to slam a door in a huff.
I won't be first to slam a door in a nettle.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #464 by FisherKingKQJ

Thing I can't stomach is romantic love,
It's given me a craving for comfort food;
I hate to say this: best to give love the shove,
No one loves, really, not even the lewd.
So lately, I've flirted reckless and crude,
Not bothering to check if she's attached,
And risking a beating by her steady dude...
I sprint for my life if they're well matched.
My low rent girlfriend's jacket is crosshatched,
She favours herring bone tight pencil skirts,
Her blood red hairdo is layered and thatched,
She makes me feel such loneliness it hurts.
She wears about her annoying hauteur,
She burns as magnesium strips in water.

She wears about her annoying hauteur.
She wears about her annoying arrogance.
She wears about her annoying disdain.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

Xmas. I've always wanted to round up the year from 365 days to 366. The star of Bethlehem is a sister star to our sun, and it is my theory they are timespace wormholes with a babel, or gate of god appearing in the last six hours of the 365th day, leading into a parallel universe.

a study toward sonnet #462 by FisherKingKQJ

I said teasingly, kiss me goodbye, then,
As I wouldn't ever see the oaf afresh,
He pinned me as if a lab specimen
Against the wall, craving my tender flesh.
I'd fought to extract myself from his mesh
Of swagger and self aggrandising boasts,
Yet there was a grain of truth in the thresh,
He celebrated my exploits with roasts.
Sometimes he seemed one who just coasts
From day to day, other times he seemed
Defensive with heavy handed ripostes
So my advice or whimsy wasn't esteemed.
The kiss was provocative and surly,
I'd miss him, his friends, the hurlyburly.

The kiss was provocative and surly.
The kiss was provocative and brash.
The kiss was provocative and macho.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

People need to spend less time listening to the algebra of mathematicians, and more time listening to the abacad ab ra of time travellers.

a study toward sonnet #461 by FisherKingKQJ

I thought to myself, heck, I'd miss this girl-
She wore habitually moleskin short-shorts,
Her quivering thighs, the shadowy gristle curl
Of those knees left me dizzily out of sorts.
Her gently swinging breasts were my disports,
Her feminine wide hips made my heart race,
Her yellow pigtails were adored by cohorts,
I thought the crush would make me a scapegrace-
An impromptu smile flashed across her face,
She giggled girlishly, exploding into a laugh,
It made me laugh senselessly past grimace-
With anyone else this would be a gaffe.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a cloud,
We were immortal, in love, plain sight proud.

We looked long at the sun veiled by a cloud.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a mist.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a vapour.

[Autocube3, an autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #459 by FisherKingKQJ

It says master builder on his business card,
He's unregistered, but calls himself skilled,
A tradesman legally in great self-regard,
And studs are levelled, floorboards are drilled.
A fly on the wall, I make sure they're billed
For good workmanship, that they're not screwed
With shoddy materials, contract fulfilled,
Respect for privacy taken or eschewed.
His lockblock joinery as upside down ensued,
He chipped the inside panel of the frame,
He sniffed undies in a hamper, plain, lewd...
And hidden cameras captured his game.
Some folks would call this tabloid entrapment,
I myself buzz it love's guilty enchantment.

Some folks would call this tabloid entrapment.
Some folks would call this tabloid ensnarement.
Some folks would call this tabloid enveiglement.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3.]

a study toward sonnet #460 by FisherKingKQJ

Beyond the contentious marriage break down
I started seeing this bloke I now love heaps,
He always supports when I sob or frown-
So is this second love really for keeps?
I'm scared to ask questions and mental bleeps
Censorious mute his sweet, damning reply,
At least that's what my sixth sense reaps,
Commitment is the word to make him shy.
It's all my baggage that he shouldn't buy,
I've plugged him into a gap for nonce;
There's backstory he won't let me yet pry-
Might he try even a mistress esconce?
He's not one who'd common decency flout-
Begone, my mute, nagging, trivial doubt.

He's not one who'd common decency flout.
He's not one who'd common decency defy.
He's not one who'd common decency spurn.

[Autocube3: autocue for interactive movies]

a study toward sonnet #458 by FisherKingKQJ

We're going to have to learn to synchronise
Emotions with actions, and forget done deals,
The pressure to re-invent ourselves with lies
Is wild as falling in love head over heels.
Typhoon-tossed we need to keep even keels,
Surprise can roll suspicion to capsize;
We catamaran captains can check seals,
On built in ballast we roll, list and rise.
Prenuptials witnessed by third person eyes
On barometers register slipstream gusts,
The circumstance a house of cards implies-
Who wants to endure marriage and busts?
I know it seems coarse, cynical and cold,
But who know exactly how love will unfold?

I know it seems coarse, cynical and cold.
I know it seems coarse, cynical and frigid.
I know it seems coarse, cynical and icy.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3.]

a study toward sonnet #457 by FisherKingKQJ

She's sensitive and wounds too easily,
Cruel comments make her break out in a rash,
As much as she might fight back breezily,
I fear she'll go down in an allergic crash.
What attracts her to me? I'm curt and brash-
I've opened my heart to her together alone,
Together we've been confessional slapdash,
Together we've improvised to atone.
It's time for us to reconcile, not postpone
The memories which well up and scream
Their ambiguous sense in cuts to the bone,
As oxygen depleted as overslept dream.
Her tears of joy are a seductive frisson,
She loves however hayfever woebegone.

Her tears of joy are a seductive frisson.
Her tears of joy are a seductive buzz.
Her tears of joy are a seductive high.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #456 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm a shrinking violet or shy wallflower
From countryside, he's the office heart throb;
The less inhibited girls, on the half hour,
Will buzz by his desk or nearby hobnob.
He was gorgeous, easygoing, good at his job,
And prompted me into a secret love affair-
Then I overheard a girl dabbing her gob
In ladies' loos, she said his wife was a snare.
I met his wife to contest this nightmare,
Instead we had a girlish heart to heart-
She was stunning and we took off our gear,
And we learnt the bisexual gentle art.
While he's playing squash, perspiring pants,
I'm getting into his wife's off-white boypants.

While he's playing squash, perspiring pants.
While he's playing squash, perspiring gasps.
While he's playing squash, perspiring heaves.

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies down the margin of a 16:9 aspect screen.]

a study toward sonnet #454 by FisherKingKQJ

My girlfriend thinks I don't give a stuff,
As gigolo I should angle to be the best,
Two hundred bucks an hour is not enough,
She pouts and crosses her arms on her chest.
Some baby oil massage precedes love fest
When married and cute, she's easy peasy,
I'll even sodomise for client's request,
Though hideous women make me uneasy.
I'll flatter a skin tone, else talk sleazy,
I'll mechanically pound her her root,
I'll shout an orgasm, and then smile cheesy,
The moment savour - in and out for loot.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and moribund,
There's my guaranteed moneyback refund.

When I'm puffed out, flaccid and moribund.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and stagnant.
When I'm puffed out, flaccid and weak.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

I should have 1000 sonnet written by year end 2005; after which I'll be moving into half rhymes such as:
calm/come balm/beam damn/doom and so forth.

a study toward sonnet #453 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm looking for ways to tell if a boy
Likes me or not - there's a gleam in his eye
When he's flirting with me, but he's coy
And po faced, distant and furtively shy.
I know the best flirts are inscrutably sly,
Their opportunistic, fluent, practised guile
A dupe - and yet I'm terrified to pry
Into his inner being and clumsily defile.
Well, flirtation is a perfect way to trial
A courtship, to sort out bad from good,
To trove the worthy from empty style,
To validate genuine expression from wood.
The stakes are high if he's a fellow at work-
Can you tell cold contextual smile from smirk?

The stakes are high if he's a fellow at work.
The stakes are high if he's a fellow at labour.
The stakes are high if he's a fellow at toil.

[Autocube3: an autocue for interactive movies]

a study toward sonnet #452 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt shallow, immature, self-centred,
She'd gotten me worried, curious and steamed,
A strange conclusion had slowly entered:
She was more complex than she seemed.
Her smile assaulted, her almond eyes gleamed
To hide an unspoken inner sadness,
She trembled inside as many tears teemed,
She saw my happiness was a madness.
She dutifully fills me with a gladness,
She bakes a filo pastry or goes for a walk
To exorcise irrational feelings of badness,
She wheels a tea trolley, no catafalque.
She's got a bunch of orchids from a man-
Is he the boy with black hair and spray tan?

(Chorus)
She's got a bunch of orchids from a man.
She's got a bunch of orchids from a bloke.
She's got a bunch of orchids from a fellow.

[Autocube3: autocue for interactive movies]

a study toward sonnet #451 by FisherKingKQJ

She looms a powerful genie from a flask,
She's feminine, basic, true, aery,
Her perfume is lemon grass and damask;
Her powers seem generous voluntary.
Her dizzying good looks make you leery,
She's a renaissance woman on a spectrum
Of interests and pursuits, much too scarey
For bachelors insecure or lonesome.
She's a sudden violent kiss to the bum,
Transgressing strokes of forbidden region,
She's as understanding as they come,
She fixes personal problems legion.
She'll grant you your most hokey wish
The One you love served on a silver dish.

The One you love served on a silver dish.
The One you love served on a silver grail.
The One you love served on a silver plate.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #450 by FisherKingKQJ

I'd like to do my girlfriend a favour,
She must break a boy's heart in pieces,
Experience first love with no palaver,
Ready for true love with flirts and teases.
He's a mummy's boy in walkshort creases
And sockless boatshoes, his hair bowl cut,
With diffidence the fear of failure ceases,
I myself have kissed her with my eyes shut.
I'll stop my girlfriend from becoming a slut
By lining up a perfect fashion victim
As her first love - he has a small tight butt
In bicycle pants, his fringe meets a whim.
They say we're manipulative lesbians,
When we're really analytic thespians.

(Chorus)
When we're really analytic thespians.
When we're really analytic actors.
When we're really analytic players.

[Interactive movie autocue proof of concept, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #459 by FisherKingKQJ

She's such a cheek sucking lip pouting flirt,
She'll bat her eyelashes to promise a thrill,
She'll crumple back the hemline on her skirt,
She'll flatter with a blurb from a playbill.
She'll slap a kneecap to stress goodwill
And laugh raucously at a spectre jest
I certainly didn't tell; she airs small skill
In seduction when branding me the best.
She'll palm and lick my earlobes in quest,
Also stretch her neck to show off her throat-
When she leans forward to expose a breast,
It's then I fall in love again and dote.
A photograph in my wallet of this girlie...
For some girlies of her school it's burley.

A photograph in my wallet of this girlie.
A photograph in my wallet of this broad.
A photograph in my wallet of this sheila.

[Autocube3, which is an autocue for interactive movies. :) :) :) ]

a study toward sonnet #448 by FisherKingKQJ

I go out in a plunging neckline gown,
My tousled hair, my pendulous earrings
Like gyroscopes aimed at nightlife uptown,
But men avoid me to keep their bearings?
Yet when I wear a dress suit for hearings
Or jury trials, my hair pulls back in a bun,
My false fingernails turn to useless parings-
By blouse and ascot tie men's heart's are won.
The look I would've thought was dull and dun
Just makes me challenging and mysterious,
I feel assured and relaxed this side of fun...
As a marriage prospect I look serious?
That I love male regard can't be denied,
I favour sidelong glances to bug eyed.

(Chorus)
That I love male regard can't be denied.
That I love male regard can't be begrudged.
That I love male regard can't be rebutted.

[Proof of concept for an autocue for 3d interactive movies, called: Autocube3]
[The Hobart casino and the Havana casino would make great sister cities, would they not? :) :) :) ]

a study toward sonnet #447 by FisherKingKQJ

I've sussed you don't have a lot of money,
Also, you'd like to come here all the time,
It's the place you can bump into your honey,
I pour out your double vodka and lime.
He's a superb alpha bloke in his prime,
You dream of his hips between your kneecaps-
Scarce mention of adultery the crime?
You're not one of those typical mantraps.
You can read my diplomatic mind, perhaps,
I'll nod a love nest to keep the peace,
Or in your case, finish sentences, fill gaps,
If I can't sympathise, then I'll appease.
You've got a deep crush, you linger crushed ice,
I scribbled down his name - isn't that nice?

I scribbled down his name - isn't that nice?
I scribbled down his name - isn't that friendly?
I scribbled down his name - isn't that kind?

[Proof of concept for interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #446 by FisherKingKQJ

[The characters in this soliloquy are purely fictional and any resemblance passing or otherwise, to persons living or dead, is purely concidental.]

There's nothing like bodyblows and setbacks
To mature a schoolgirl's character somewhat;
I took incest and bankruptcy hard whacks,
I play role model in skirt and topknot.
I help new girls at the hostel find their slot,
I tourguide the high key brothel next door,
The sand in dungeons and the Sheikh's plot,
The manager who's a touchie-feelie boor.
Once, head prefect tiptoed barefoot the floor
Of the dining hall to sneak an early cookie,
I slapped the pussy of that thieving whore,
She didn't cry like new girls who're kooky.
I put my fingers down a new girl's blouse,
To teach tough love of the world and louse.

(Chorus)
To teach tough love of the world and louse.
To teach tough love of the world and cretin.
To teach tough love of the world and scumbag.

[Autocube3 autocue soliloquys for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #445 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt at a loss but had lost nothing,
I felt envious of a woman unknown,
I felt a terrible yearning for something
Which seemed to exist as an undertone.
He was vainglorious, also overblown,
Also mercurial, sullen and bellicose,
When his charming side was shown,
He'd navigate friends, associates, or foes.
His casual flirting was the start of woes-
He talked in passing of his sweet fiancee
To bait me into double bind angst throes,
Implied I was homing in - keep away!
He caught my arm air stabbing furious,
Our kisses made philosophy spurious.

(Chorus)
He caught my arm air stabbing furious.
He caught my arm air stabbing angry.
He caught my arm air stabbing livid.

[Proof of concept for a 3d interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3.]
[445 sonnets published, 555 to go, to roll G*.c*m. Haha hehe huhu.]

a study toward sonnet #444 by FisherKingKQJ

I was cool on the thought of a blind date,
I would minimise butterfly attack,
I wouldn't reveal anything intimate
To supply her ammo for full on flak.
No awkward long silence, no drawback
Faux bravado; she was cute-as-pie nice,
A woman to paper over a crack-
My mobile phone mightn't cut the ice?
I took the call in the street in a trice;
She was natural and forthright and polite,
She offered me her lemon cheesecake slice,
Her tapping toes signalled goodnight.
She was critical, but in a nice way...
She has a girlfriend for me in hearsay?

(Chorus)
She was critical, but in a nice way...
She was critical, but in a nice manner...
She was critical, but in a nice style...

[3d interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #443 by FisherKingKQJ

I wasn't anxious or perturbed in the least,
For a moment I got the butterflies,
When it comes to blind dates east is east
And west is west, the rest is surprise.
He had intelligent, sparkling brown eyes,
We set our preconceptions to one side,
The conversation was cruisey by the byes,
His humour, his ambition for place were tied.
He didn't know wine as much as he tried,
We switched to customary cocktails and shots,
A few love sparks flew high and drifted wide,
But I don't think either has got the hots.
He was courteous and paid me into a cab-
I'm perplexed...I maintain on him a tab.

(Chorus)
I'm perplexed...I maintain on him a tab.
I'm perplexed...I maintain on him a flap.
I'm perplexed...I maintain on him a strip.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

Autocube3.
In the original mother tongue of Babel autocube is spelt: auduacubuc.
audua = reflective self
cub = square
buc = block
So that is the definition of an autocube: a self reflecting block of squares.
bab = the reflective male
mam = the reflective female
So the original alphabet blocks which make up the tower of Babel are
mam made.
buc 1 = abacad ab raj
buc 2 = ebeced eb rex
buc 3 = ubucud ub rul
And from the carbon sheet of the tower of Babel comes human language.

a study toward sonnet #442 by FisherKingKQJ

I like to kiss and I'm pleased as punch
To act demonstrative passive love mate;
I may not look much, so do follow the hunch-
In bed my skill and stamina are great.
Your sex energy and mojo must conflate,
My needs are ordinary and no fuss,
No frills may my high standards complicate,
I'll celebrate sex aloud, or else cuss.
I won't be pinned down and put in a truss,
But I've taken note of every bit you said,
I believe marathon sex a massive plus,
And I don't think you're so easily lead.
Your beauty and flattery score, albeit
The milquetoast demeanour counterfeit.

(Chorus)
Your beauty and flattery score, albeit.
Your beauty and flattery score, notwithstanding.
Your beauty and flattery score, though.

[Autocube3, which is a proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue.]

a study toward sonnet #441 by FisherKingKQJ

We're doing lots together for love's sweet sake
And eyeing each other as in earlier days,
We've switched off our mobiles as a break,
And we're making plans for future essays.
And we're walking hand in hand in a laze
The shady oak footpaths of the Domain,
We're crunching fallen acorns as we praise
Our blessed lives urban, monied and plain.
We're drinking wine and rolling drunk to deign
Our tempestuous love a decade long hit,
We've decided to move on from the pain
Of past upsets and a fresh start permit.
No more gameplaying, which is obscene,
We live in the now and say what we mean.

(Chorus)
No more gameplaying, which is obscene.
No more gameplaying, which is heinous.
No more gameplaying, which is loathsome.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #437 by FisherKingKQJ

Why does every gorgeous girl I date
Reject me? I'm solvent, I'm employed,
I'm okay looking - don't tell me it's fate-
Tell me what to do, I'll be overjoyed.
I've studied manuals, videos, celluloid
On sexual techniques, marathon tantric,
With massage oils and tickles I've toyed
To keep a girl satisfied yet frantic.
My new girlfriend approved my idle trick,
Then hitched up to an unemployed scumbag
With three bastard kids, to give me the flick-
She said my sweetness was my achille's snag.
Lots of girls like a player, cheat or perv,
But others, not unlike me, seek simple verve.

Lots of girls like a player, cheat or perv.
Lots of girls like a player, cheat or deviant.
Lots of girls like a player, cheat or sicko.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3.]

a study toward sonnet #436 by FisherKingKQJ

This girl I love has multifarious quirks,
She's got a high metabolism to freely feast
And not gain weight, she can order the works,
Just stacks of t-bone and mash if so seized.
Her undies she finds uneasy and has ceased
To wear them, she likes to sleep in the nude,
At first I felt a vulgar, craving beast,
But she's sanitary clean and seldom lewd.
She's bookish, to Gibbons' Rise and Fall glued,
She carries on her a Greek-Aramaic bible,
She minds her p's and q's, is never crude,
She'll drop her guard but never to libel.
Her head tilts, trembles a laugh in her throat-
You wonder why I possessively dote?

(Chorus)
You wonder why I possessively dote?
You wonder why I possessively idolise?
You wonder why I possessively treasure?

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #438 by FisherKingKQJ

I had read her mind through her pastel blush
As she bit her lip, arms akimbo taut,
Her head forward tilted to loudly gush
How I was a toothless, fantastic nought.
I knew the mako shark she'd bravely fought,
She swore there couldn't be a second strike-
Intimate winking eyelids she'd bought-
But now a dogfish she might grow to like.
When it comes to tankinis, I won't pike-
She's bobbed around by baby hammerheads,
Such a tickling hot lovebite from a tyke
Would scarcely flip flounder in their seabeds.
Her plaintive entreaty I swallowed whole...
She's now travelling sunshark hole to hole.

Her plaintive entreaty I swallowed whole.
Her plaintive entreaty I swallowed complete.
Her plaintive entreaty I swallowed full.

[Proof of concept for interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #439 by FisherKingKQJ

A gentlemanly samaritan turn,
A gesture not to be read into much,
It came under manners which adjourn
A love affair with clueless such and such.
His languid gaze was as good as a touch
And gently rolled across my collarbone,
It massaged my white knuckles on a clutch,
It smoothed my hips and erogenous zone.
I myself had admired his muscle tone,
No doubt achieved by lifting big gym weights,
The muscle shirt contoured his abs of stone-
I flicked back my tight yellow pigtail plaits.
My Atlas lent me two jumper cables,
Such bad luck a secret crush enables.

My Atlas lent me two jumper cables.
My Atlas lent me two jumper hawsers.
My Atlas lent me two jumper ropes.

[Proof of concept for a 3d interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #435 by FisherKingKQJ

I feigned to bump into her at a truckstop,
To fortunely chat her loveliness up;
Upon a motel bed we slinked to flop,
She was densely sweet as maple syrup.
Through the open louvre we heard a chirrup
Of cicadas, a rasping of crickets,
And I stroked the fine lace of a bra cup,
And from her cleavage fell scratchie tickets.
She told of the polio and the rickets
Which permeated her idyllic girlhood,
The large bungalow and sharp white pickets,
And I could see her easily misunderstood.
Why she gave herself easily complete,
Why no lover fleeting since can compete.

(Chorus)
Why she gave herself easily complete.
Why she gave herself easily entire.
Why she gave herself easily whole.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #440 by FisherKingKQJ

A caricature when I first met you,
You became a personality and good laugh,
You became an experience I lived through,
The mystery of you seemed a holograph.
Now, I think you're my crooked other half
For messing around with some black magic;
I write love a long, thoughtful epitaph-
It lasts a while and cannot be called tragic.
You could call my new humour neuralgic,
The multiverse is now profoundly flawed,
You can't help your crooked ways nostalgic,
Details of your photo portrait discord.
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and boobs
Are proteonome for crooked myopic rubes.

(Chorus)
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and boobs.
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and knobs.
Your sweet unsymmetrical face and tits.

[Proof of concept for a 3d interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #434 by FisherKingKQJ

Some milestones you're obligated to christen,
By giving your girl a decent pump,
Pay heed to what I say now, do listen-
Don't wait till she's sad and looking to dump.
In a waterfall jigger along her rump,
In a batch isolated choir your climax,
On a beach let her climb on top to hump,
In a lift doggie her up to the max,
Let her work up a good head near rail tracks,
And trip her standing in the mile high club,
In a graveyard headboard the nickel plaques,
And lather her in an empty bath tub.
This is my argument for you to clinch-
You keep the motor warm, love is a cinch.

This is my argument for you to clinch.
This is my argument for you to decide.
This is my argument for you to seal.

[Proof of concept for interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #433 by FisherKingKQJ

I haven't quit her for anyone else-
But I want a life assured, less intense,
As sorrow for this love in my eyes wells,
I think solitude is my recompense.
Her imperfections make a kind of sense?
She'll be self deprecating with a grudge
In passing off blame from hence to thence,
She'll be trivial and preachy as a judge
In criticism of the slightest smudge;
Unpredictably given to fatigue,
She'll be a far too nice victim in sludge,
So passing over vengeance for blitzkrieg.
She's obsessed with getting the last word in-
Therefore I push the pedal on the bin.

(Chorus)
Therefore I push the pedal on the bin.
Therefore I push the pedal on the canister.
Therefore I push the pedal on the vase.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue called: Autocue3]

a study toward sonnet #431 by FisherKingKQJ

She wore a cream taffeta pinstitched dress
And leather sandals, and from her sebum
Oozed sexy gloss, from supple root to tress,
Her eyes were lustrous, so easy to plumb.
From that foil I bit a chocolate crumb,
A phenylethylamine whelming high,
By her silent mystique I was struck dumb.
Her uterus my gametes yearned to ply:
To caress her ribs and stroke either thigh,
To parlay her sex goddess pheromones,
To take her in the spa tub wet or dry.
To relieve in her muscle my two stones.
If not love, then she perspired oversex,
I sweated her g spot bull's eye apex.

If not love, then she perspired oversex.
If not love, then she perspired overcoitus.
If not love, then she perspired overfornication.

[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3.]

a study toward sonnet #432 by FisherKingKQJ

It's tandem and strange: I'm on the lookout
To sidestep a jealous girl who likes to annoy
As I've fallen in love, I'm insane about
A magnetic, assured, seductive boy.
I'd agonised over him, she was simply coy-
That she was magnanimous was a fact,
But with meanness it would tightly alloy-
He hated her hypocrisy and lack of tact.
She couldn't lever asunder our pact,
I narrowly escaped abuse in a prank
With waterbombs she'd farmed out to enact-
I have pals of pals and good luck to thank.
Reservations quickly turned to disgust-
Her chance with my love wetly turned to dust.

(Chorus)
Reservations quickly turned to disgust.
Reservations quickly turned to nausea.
Reservations quickly turned to revolt.

[Proof of concept for interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #430 by FisherKingKQJ

I'd met many Jackies since that Jackie,
Some better looking, some vanilla plain-
The way sous chefs talked of her was tacky,
I nosed clues through conversational train.
I sought out such happenstance and in vain
A spark or ember of my ancient flame,
I'd glimpsed her in the streets or nearby lane...
I couldn't believe she looked just the same.
I cried out gruffly her wine flambee'd name,
She sighed a shy crows' feet and dimples smile,
She was the one who hadn't left me lame,
We walked together a weaving half mile.
And together we'll tackle the future,
And over the past we'll crotchet suture.

And together we'll tackle the future.
And together we'll tackle the hereafter.
And together we'll tackle the outlook.

[Proof of concept for an interactive tv autocue called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #426 by FisherKingKQJ

The pundits proffer empty nest syndrome,
Our kids by different partners perhaps chortle,
But she makes me feel I've at last come home,
Three decades of science on, they're immortal.
The chance encounter opened a portal-
Who can say it would've sorted out then?
We were immature, blundering mortal,
We needed to grow, learn, rather than pen.
She's got the gist of other men and women,
She's improved with the years like wine,
She really looks better than way back when,
The superior cut and whitened teeth refine.
Then, I was tremulous round girls and naive,
But for that shy girl decades melt and waive.

(Chorus)
Then, I was tremulous round girls and naive.
Then, I was tremulous round girls and artless.
Then, I was tremulous round girls and simple.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movie autocues called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #426 by FisherKingKQJ

The pundits proffer empty nest syndrome,
Our kids by different partners perhaps chortle,
But she makes me feel I've at last come home,
Three decades of science on, they're immortal.
The chance encounter opened a portal-
Who can say it would've sorted out then?
We were immature, blundering mortal,
We needed to grow, learn, rather than pen.
She's got the gist of other men and women,
She's improved with the years like wine,
She really looks better than way back when,
The superior cut and whitened teeth refine.
Then, I was tremulous round girls and naive,
But for that shy girl decades melt and waive.

(Chorus)
Then, I was tremulous round girls and naive.
Then, I was tremulous round girls and artless.
Then, I was tremulous round girls and simple.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movie autocues called: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #427 by FisherKingKQJ

A few red rags which show that he's a cheat:
The evasion, the absences, the lavish gifts,
The squabbles over nought or else surfeit,
The handwringing and the capricious moodshifts.
So for a moment consider my shrifts-
I accept one hundred percent as is
The man doesn't have to resort to grifts-
I'll suffer mundane true over fraud whizz.
Revisit with me now the clues and quizz:
In a cafe he sunk low in his chair
Beside a girl with permed ponytail frizz,
He put a handspan over his face in fear.
Girls, be warned - that if he's overly nice,
He's dating her you wouldn't look at twice.

Girls, be warned - that if he's overly nice.
Girls, be warned - that if he's overly agreeable.
Girls, be warned - that if he's overly pleasant.

[Autocue for 3d interactive movies: Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #428 by FisherKingKQJ

[Characters in the following sonnet are purely fictional and any passing resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.]
[Auto cue proof of concept for interactive movies: Autocube3]

Starchie's got a slygrog still in a flat,
The Newtown police station next door,
That constables can't canary a rat
Or bypassed gas meter is pretty poor.
A toast to Starchie, the scamp I adore:
He flavours with caramel and vinegar,
He tweaks forty gallon drums to pour
The spirit into flasks for pub or bar.
Our runty son is bound to go too far-
He's resigned to a bedwetter health camp
He's stuck a hose on his noodle not to mar
The strawfilled mattress with tepid damp.
The little pisser won't get between us,
Starchie and Cat, bootleggers in nonplus.

(Chorus)
Starchie and Cat, bootleggers in nonplus.
Starchie and Cat, bootleggers in perplexity.
Starchie and Cat, bootleggers in standstill.

a study toward sonnet #425 by FisherKingKQJ

She complains about the thick glass ceiling,
That it can be so wire mesh, tempered tough,
But it seems to me a supercilious feeling
Invoked to make a poor white boy's lot rough.
Sure, she's had a gutsful of old boy guff
Which stymies crazy love of her mastered task;
She giggles boys void of the correct stuff
From behind a wide spread finger face mask.
If she wore a burka, not much to ask
Of her fantasies built on muslim oil,
In her own loud guffaws she could safely bask
So taking measure of a goatherd's toil.
How it is for burkas in the middle east:
They can laugh aloud at who owns the least.

(Chorus)
They can laugh aloud at who owns the least.
They can laugh aloud at who owns the smallest.
They can laugh aloud at who owns the tiniest.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #429 by FisherKingKQJ

So I fell in love with a married man
A few years ago - it was horrid bad
To sneak date him and yet once we began,
Delirium overrode the feeling of mad.
Is our marriage, too, a frivolous fad?
I maintain secret tabs on his ex wife-
I'd like to deus ex machina a tad
Her tribulations, to resolve her strife.
Their marital woes were inanely rife-
I wasn't the intractable excuse
For a twist of the double edged knife-
It was a centrifugal pull, not a ruse.
Expanding universe large mystery:
We make room for nostalgia in misery?

(Chorus)
Expanding universe large mystery.
Expanding universe large conundrum.
Expanding universe large enigma.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #424 by FisherKingKQJ

I met a hottie in an unlikely place-
But it was love and lust at first sight,
I was rapt by his chiseled, handsome face-
He would rescue me from my lonely plight?
Yes, he swept clean away the banal blight,
Although we didn't truly fizz or click,
He was a dynamic, stong, silent sprite
Who'd whisper in my ear with a tongue flick.
His patter and jests were a tad too slick
For my taste, and my role was tightly mapped-
His insincerities got on my wick-
But I didn't mind having my bum slapped.
I fondly recall now unbuttoning a shirt,
As he unzipped my tight blue pencil skirt.

As he unzipped my tight blue pencil skirt.
As he unzipped my tight blue pencil dress.
As he unzipped my tight blue pencil tutu.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #423 by FisherKingKQJ

There's no reaction from his erectile tissue
Which puts on me a massive load of guilt,
And he's been given a clean bill of health-
Did I chancily ballbreak to make him wilt?
Has my nagging perfection now built
A colonnade facade and stately hall
With piles sunk into a bed of fathomed silt
And turned it all into a quicksand squall?
What precipitated this drop and stall?
A death in the family, unresolved loss,
Perhaps, or some empiric rise and fall
Or perhaps some aery, temporary engross?
I've had more than enough of vagina-
I'm going to keep it simple with viagra.

(Chorus)
I'm going to keep it simple with viagra.
I'm going to keep it simple with cialis.
I'm going to keep it simple with levitra.

a study toward sonnet #422 by FisherKingKQJ

She's nauseating - I think I'm going to die,
She seems to be the impeccable girl,
She wears platforms, her cleavage high,
And a microskirt - but it makes my lip curl!
This is the tale of my desirous pearl,
How she was unapproachable and aloof,
How she would her cold biography unfurl,
How she gushed my looks with over proof.
She was a perfect china doll and goof,
And not a sympathetic open ear,
So pretend blase I could've hit the roof,
And not a pal for tickles, that was clear.
She worried dead a fumbled pick up line,
Long after I politely said it was just fine.

(Chorus)
She worried dead a fumbled pick up line.
She worried dead a fumbled pick up feint.
She worried dead a fumbled pick up rule.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #421 by FisherKingKQJ

I watch him perform - his eyes screwed shut
As he administers his thrust and poke,
As his supple hands squeeze around my butt,
I love the roughride in his sinewy yoke.
But I have to hold the tears back and choke
In anguish that I've got no sex appeal,
That his eyes when closed deceptively cloak
An impersonal and cold makeshift deal.
That you make love eyes open is unreal-
Perhaps you climax with a ludicrous grin-
And expect him to politely grunt and squeal
As you've got him under your pampered skin?
The pleasure of your pubes is best felt
When into his thrusting you blindly melt.

The pleasure of your pubes is best felt.
The pleasure of your pubes is best experienced.
The pleasure of your pubes is best sensed.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #420 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I've gotten past reading between the lines
And mixed messages, and my eyes don't peel
For peacocks anymore, and my heart pines
Far less now for monkeys who cop a feel.
I'm smitten by a fellow who's no huge deal
He's an infatuated submerged crocodile
Who spoils me with a huge restaurant meal
Who wants for handholding or just a smile.
Pseudointellectuals and dullards rile,
They're as cold and clinging as frozen beef,
My love has a sharp, encouraging smile,
I'm a princess in his seductive belief.
My reptile is kind as he's eaten to overfill,
I'm giddy and insulated by overkill.

My reptile is kind as he's eaten to overfill.
My reptile is kind as he's eaten to over cram.
My reptile is kind as he's eaten to over glut.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. It goes almost without saying the ip for the simpler sonnet is mine, too: A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D harp, E sharp, F sharp, G sharp. ]

I've never made a secret of the fact I want to buy the Hobart casino in Tasmania and turn it into an interactive movie theatre. Lucky Letica also salutes Fidel Castro and Alzheimer's with bean bag rifle shots in the air. Viva Havana! :) :) :)

a study toward sonnet #417 by FisherKingKQJ

I've been asked out by a boy on whom
I've had a massive enduring secret crush,
A girl among several I've been given room
On his list of dates, my knees knock, I blush.
At this moment, it's all low key hush hush,
But he asked me how far I'd go first time,
But I just giggled dizzy with the new rush
Of being with an older boy in my prime.
My undercurrent feelings are just slime-
I mean, this arrangement is my first date
My first kiss should be slow if not sublime
The worries leave me in a sleepless state.
Should I flirt and cuddle with him in public,
Or get immediately down to things pubic?

Or get immediately down to things pubic.
Or get immediately down to things crotch.
Or get immediately down to things genital.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #418 by FisherkingKQJ

My girlfriend's a sweet little honeyblonde,
She's my favourite piece of time to kill,
And her gluey sighs and kisses are our bond,
If she's cute, her looks don't give me a thrill.
But she's fun and for now I love her still
For loving my pigheaded swaggering style,
My bellicose, gruff, tell it like it is drill,
My studied and sardonic bad boy bile.
So what if we cower together juvenile,
If we trek emotional desert sand dunes
In our imperfect match there is no guile,
I'm a saint when compared to other hoons.
There's power in knowing exactly who you are,
I'm in the market for a babe and car.

I'm in the market for a babe and a car.
I'm in the market for a babe and a automobile.
I'm in the market for a babe and a motor.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #417 by FisherKingKQJ

I was so quietly furious as he tried
To grope me, without uttering hello,
He tried to bypass decorum and pride
With familiar recherche stroking mellow.
I didn't feel anything for him down below,
Not even after tumblers of dry white
He'd turned an amusing distant fellow,
His gravity was mock love at first sight.
I was hurt vaguely, I was dry and tight,
He twigged I didn't want sex anymore,
I didn't return his mumbled good night,
It was time to quit I mentally swore.
His smile was a cipher or line of code
But a peculiar love for him still flowed.

But a peculiar love for him still flowed.
But a peculiar love for him still ran.
But a peculiar love for him still streamed.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #416 by FisherKingKQJ

I gave him the benefit of the doubt,
In his convictions I've become so brave;
To be fair, he's the occasional lout
And my hot air attitude is a rave.
Whether we focus convex or concave
Conciliatory peace now subtly seals
Awesome popularity stakes I crave
Amid my friends - I'm kicking up my heels.
And his objective mature feedback wheels
In solace where once I'd exaggerate
Or deflect into propaganda spiels-
Constructive critiques which do enervate.
My ego based opinions now get the purge
As my passions ruthlessly for him surge.

(Chorus)
My ego based opinions now get the purge.
My ego based opinions now get the excise.
My ego based opinions now get the heave-ho.

a study toward sonnet #415 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm overpowered by my need for him again,
Months after the decision that we split-
The boredom and loneliness are my bane,
His mannerisms in sentiment revisit.
My friends would chortle if I were to flit
Back into his life and kindle anew
The histrionics of that comedy skit,
As customary couples so often cue.
Do I yearn for him alone in full view
Or corner him into a private to-do
And promise in whispers to be discrete?
Would I come off as a contrived autocue?
It's almost like being a mail order bride,
This planned reunion by swallowed pride.

This planned reunion by swallowed pride.
This planned reunion by swallowed egotism.
This planned reunion by swallowed vanity.

414 sonnets down, 586 to go. But I think I could do 2000 sonnets. Taking out Petrarch's world record of 317 sonnets, which has been the record for the last eight hundred years has been exhilirating, especially since I believe even writing one sonnet is an achievement. This is the system of interactive tv which has an autocue in the margin and pays out everyone through the Punters' Union.

a study toward sonnet #414 by FisherKingKQJ

I pin her against the pebble cast wall
As if it is an upright bed of nails
She arches her back cutely in its small
My breath her fast blinking eyelids assails.
She was a favourite of alpha males
Her hair extolled a deep auburn lustre
Her icy blue eyes lilted judging scales
Enough to put a boy in a fluster.
With all my meagre discipline at muster
I undid buttons on her chiffon blouse
I stroked a breast in its lacey cluster
Exactly the way rich playboys espouse.
I watched as I floated on the ceiling
A girl, a boy, we two, stroking, feeling.

A girl, a boy, we two, stroking, feeling.
A girl, a boy, we two, stroking, experiencing.
A boy, a girl, we two, stroking, sensing.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #412 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

She asked me some questions to which I knew
No reasonable answer, and she also nagged
And mothered me, she worked herself into
A hissy fit and I was often bagged.
And our problems to her girlfriends were dragged,
Or she'd take a lot of time to pick and choose
My clothes and decor until I was fagged,
Until I yearned for the life of a recluse.
She went through my diary, which is abuse,
She flirted with many of my male friends
And she would either cry or blow a fuse
And then as quick kiss and cuddle amends.
I was shaking close to landing a punch,
She was meant for someone else at a crunch.

(Chorus)
She was meant for someone else at a crunch.
She was meant for someone else at a test.
She was meant for someone else at a vortex.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 12/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #411 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

I differentiate now I've got the means
Of organising on demand orgasm,
I was into deep and and wide in my teens,
But one day sciatica spiked the chasm.
I felt a twinge in my back, a tiny spasm,
I closed my widespread legs round his hips,
To round out his strokes with enthusiasm,
His sternum brushed against my areole tips.
I love his spooning clitoral fillips,
Redolent musk signature of our lubes,
The searing flushes as my orgasm rips,
A glorious push inside my enflamed pubes.
I reccommend the mystery of spoon,
By looking away, you come last or soon.

I reccommend the mystery of the spoon.
I reccommend the mystery of the fork.
I reccommend the mystery of the knife.

{Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 11/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #410 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

I heard him boldly flirting with a colleague,
I was stumped as to how I might react,
Although I wanted his reassurance to segue
Through doubt - it was best to have the fact.
An overreaction would bust the pact
Of love between us which was edged with gilt,
He would take much umbrage at a pious tract,
My stomach churned, exacerbated by guilt.
I tickled him under the goosedown quilt,
I forementioned the inappropriate hours
He spent chatting to his colleague spilt
Non-commital nonsense on us and ours.
I asked if he would like the same done to him-
Workmate and I could duet a harmless hymn.

Workmate and I could duet a harmless hymn.
Workmate and I could duet a harmless anthem.
Workmate and I could duet a harmless peaen.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 11/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #408 by FisherKingKQJ
Letica Interactive

I loved his mind and demeanour so much
I thought I could ignore his many faults;
The passage of time truncated that crutch,
Rough diamond mannerisms looked assaults.
I wriggled into place with frequent jolts,
The pump was primed and the shoehorn heeled,
The bread was leavened, too, so calling halts,
By calling better different he was annealed.
So hindsight allows it to be coolly revealed:
No longer does he zero into my clit,
No longer do my boobs his biting field,
No longer do his french kisses snake spit.
We've mutated to be people more like ourselves,
As our deep love into deeper love delves.

As our deep love into deeper love delves.
As our deep love into deeper love explores.
As our deep love into deeper love rummages.

[Proof of concept for three dimensional interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 10/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #409 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

I persuaded him to gradually to confide,
I nurtured a friendship of mutual respect,
With my gentle guidance he complied,
I changed him into a gentleman in effect.
Not that he and my high standards intersect,
I'm too far into my own comfort zone,
He doesn't rouse or challenge my intellect,
But I love him for his testosterone.
My girlfriends simply contend the very bone-
That he'll wag engineering at night school,
That he'll party late and never phone,
That he'll ignore me at best as plain cruel.
One day we would join the mile high club,
And we would be beyond the puerile snub.

One day we would join the mile high club.
One day we would join the mile high guild.
One day we would join the mile high society.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp.]

a study toward sonnet #407 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

Love was an easy, smooth form of avowal,
A tickling fresh zephyr to get along-
It was no half turned head to mutely scowl,
The dialogue of spirit and heart was strong.
I walked around lost as if in a throng,
My eyes felt overglazed on rapid blink,
I dreamed my beloved could do no wrong,
Bemused friends contemplated what to think.
But my love was at variance in the pink,
I realised he was more kind and more blunt
In private, it was substance to his kink,
Instinct was rubberstamped by the punt.
It was a blissful segue to the afterlife-
I'd change from new to ancient loving wife.

It was blissful segue to the afterlife.
It was blissful segue to the hereafter.
It was blissful segue to the everlasting.

[Proof of concept for three dimensional interactive movies 9/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #406 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

I fell in love with his corny stilted jokes,
I partook of passion which he'd invest
In classic cars and other hobby stokes,
Which synthesised as common interest.
He fully satisfied my intellecual quest,
But I wasn't bonded to his physique,
His gesticulation annulled or messed,
Now I've withdrawn into a mystique.
My previous lover had been just as weak,
At first he'd given me certain glad stares,
I was hooked by his dimpled impish cheek,
I didn't pay mind to his lint and smears.
Deliberating all by love's gut pinch,
In love with love, I avoid either's clinch.

Deliberating all by love's gut pinch.
Deliberating all by love's gut cramp.
Deliberating all by love's gut nip.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 9/11/04]

A vegan and a vegetarian munching in a foodcourt. The vegan says to the vegetarian: your faux polecat bomber jacket is in poor taste. The vegetarian tells the vegan: I wouldn't throw up on your minky whale leatherette sandals.

a study toward sonnet #405 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

She called me a rapacious, filthy liar,
She was the opposite her words implied,
A phoney subtext which lifted my ire,
Delivered in a voice sardonic and snide.
She was just getting her bit on the side,
I was a playboy who silkily preyed
On ingenues as a matter of pride,
So she hypocritically inveighed.
Her blows were actually a barricade,
Her peacenick values irrational peeves
Deployed with the angry edge of a spade,
Against the pawns of globe trotting thieves.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me snitch,
She was to cut a long story short a...bitch.

She was a blabber mouth yet called me snitch.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me grass.
She was a blabber mouth yet called me nark.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #404 by FisherKingKQJ
Letica Interactive

And so I scribbled my full christian name
Across the blank of an application form,
And I worried the bureaucrat might claim
I couldn't find myself in a brainstorm.
I wasn't somebody, I was a swarm:
I'd pretended to love a certain style
Of music, or I'd faked love up to norm
For computers - all with a phoney smile.
I waited for genuine love with little guile-
Someone responsive, patient and so kind
With intellect and career on the dial,
Who my natural self would love and mind.
Love even chilling and distant appealed,
When compared to botheration congealed.

(Chorus)
Love even chilling and distant appealed.
Love even chilling and distant entreated.
Love even chilling and distant solicited.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 8/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #403 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

I look for creative methods to express
My love for my man - I'm a lightning rod
For brilliant ideas and there's no excess
Of circumstances for getting him to prod.
Although as singletons we used to plod,
We size up other couples, we now compete
To demarcate who's gracious, who's clod,
And thankfully often it's ends dead heat.
There's any man who can achieve the feat
In bed or on a sofa sweating and stark,
But I've got a like mind it's so hard to meet,
To which girlie innuendos seldom hark.
Our love has surface tension in its bounds
And desire therein safely sculls and sounds.

(Chorus)
Our love has surface tension in its bounds.
Our love has surface tension in its confines.
Our love has surface tension in its limits.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 7/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #402 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

I had my first wet dream at Carrick Lodge,
The orgasm was toecurling, and my life
Before my eyes flashed a hodgepodge
Of Pug Puffer glossy porn and babe wife.
I felt my penis inside her throb and knife,
And cucumber slices sat on her lids,
Mud packed cheeks to detour urban strife-
My balancing strokes she got for quids.
And schizo Badger who puffs as he bids
Stood dumbfounded in the door now ajar,
Discovering babes for boys on the skids
He rubbed his clamdiggers over his spar.
Caregivers and antipsychotic drugs
Are no match for transparent nightie mugs.

Caregivers and antipsychotic drugs.
Caregivers and antipsychotic medicines.
Caregivers and antipsychotic remedies.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 7/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #401 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive

A surprise which sorely hit me deep down
Disrupted my belief system today-
That helping someone who wore a frown
Could lead one's own schedule astray.
I cheered your return with a simple lay-
Misunderstandings cause the heart to yearn
And our mutual commitment to obey
Replaces our collective need to spurn.
Now as experts the sharp line we discern
Between goal focused and uptight pride,
Decide that each must equally take a turn
At being the loyal follower or guide.
Sometimes it takes another person's pain
To appreciate the love for which we strain.

(Chorus)
Sometimes it takes another person's pain.
Sometimes it takes another person's agony.
Sometimes it takes another person's torment.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. It almost goes without saying ip for the easier sonnet form: A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp, F sharp, G sharp. 6/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #400 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies

We reminisce our previous interludes,
She lets me finish what I've got to say
Before she pipes up, or else she exudes
A confidence which glosses all okay.
So compromise is a small price to pay
For a lover who's considerate and fun,
Across whose face small ironies play,
Whose sexual inhibitions amount to none.
She sees my fears when I'm under the gun,
And I always take a risk to be sincere,
We're totally in love, all said and done,
I've got her by my side, so nil can scare.
We laugh together, or drop our guard
For perfect love we've laboured so hard.

(Chorus)
We laugh together, or drop our guard.
We laugh together, or drop our barrier.
We laugh together, or drop our shield.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 6/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #395 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

His physical closeness is what I crave
As he's good for a sensuous romp,
In difficult periods we're quite brave,
We celebrate the wins with little pomp.
A way he surprises me: he'll slyly swamp
With hugs and kisses and then he'll ask
If he can assist me, not wishing to stomp
My feelings or take my bad luck to task.
So just for me he rolls away his mask,
For me he is one hundred percent true,
It's afterglow in which we sated bask,
And again and again each other we woo.
I love to give counsel at his requests,
All unsolicited advice he detests.

(Chorus)

I love to give counsel at his requests.
I love to give counsel at his entreaties.
I love to give counsel at his petitions.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 5/11/04]

a study towards sonnet #399 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

Despite the hectic claimants on my time,
Regardless of finances on my mind,
The bigger townhouse in a summer clime,
Our telephone sex fantasies do bind.
To my partner's requests I'm still aligned
And she tells me exactly how she feels
And to astral travel we're both inclined,
Our bodies are one of those cosmic deals.
And later I find making love plainly seals
Our relationship as warmth intimate-
It soothes my deep muscle pain and heals
With grinding slow ecstasy up to sate.
We believe each other honest equals
In an onion skin of sequels and prequels.

(Chorus)
We believe each other honest equals.
We believe each other honest matches.
We believe each other honest likes.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 5/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #392 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

To block out distracting thoughts is a cinch,
Our sex fantasies replace them with ease,
I slide back to reality at a pinch,
My partner and I, we mutually please.
Whatever makes her happy without cease
Is what I do to her, and I'm so glad
In a similar way she gives me some lease-
Though occasionally she acts the cad.
If she does something to drive me mad
I'll confront her with a please explain,
In hindsight yet such glitches make me glad.
When she's a counsellor after a row,
White bedsheets and scented candles follow.

(Chorus)
When she's a counsellor after a row.
When she's a counsellor after a fight.
When she's a counsellor after a squabble.

[Proof of concept for 3d interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 4/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #391 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

My perfect love life lurches often dire,
Her definition of love doesn't mean
What I believe - she'll intensely admire
And cherish, or else vent her spleen.
I'd colour myself never-was has-been,
According to her eyes we have symbiosis
And to everlasting love somewhat lean,
She doesn't suss my internal crisis.
So does she know what my true bias is?
Or my paltry dreams, anxieties and hopes?
My fear of rejection creates a stasis
Or worse - I could lose myself in her tropes.
I assert no perfect partner out there,
But she mulls otherwise, I mutely swear.

(Chorus)
But she mulls otherwise, I mutely swear.
But she mulls otherwise, I mutely attest.
But she mulls otherwise, I mutely vow.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 4/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #390 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I stopped trusting my intuitive impulse,
I worried more about my protean looks
Which under neon light could convulse,
My libido was in limbo for spooks.
We were apprehensive and mulling sooks
Defensive in guilt in a troubling patch,
And we took solace in hobbies and books,
Enforcing perfect peace and perfect match.
And soon a new insight began to hatch,
As he bounced about my jelly backside,
As he stroked my cellulite and bushy snatch-
He was dismissive and yet never snide.
I strongly believe that love conquers all.
The tedium at the eye, or total squall.

I strongly believe that love conquers all.
I strongly believe that love conquers entire.
I strongly believe that love conquers whole.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 3/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #389 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

For plenty of people she's lots of time,
And when a troublemaker picks a fight
She holds back from exacting vengeful crime,
She's often the target of jealous spite.
She throws wobblies with a terrible might
But once in a blue moon, and what to make
Of that I haven't a clue; and she's bright,
As she won't argue for argument's sake.
I'd like to help her in her struggle or ache,
I've figured she's a sexy glamour girl,
Who's bold one moment, whom doubts rake
One second, who's never ever the churl.
Into her hypnotic turbulence I fell,
The sentiment of love I wouldn't dispel.

Into her hypnotic turbulence I fell.
Into her hypnotic turbulence I dropped.
Into her hypnotic turbulence I lapsed.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 3/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #388 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

An eye keep on that dextrous, placid chick
Who's seemingly uptight on second glance,
Among friends she's restless analytic,
She formulates all and sundry askance.
If you pass her introspection perchance
To astute and poignant things she says,
You come across her idealistic stance,
A bellow or a snort are alien to her ways.
You'll find her perplexing although you gaze
So closely into her eyes, you'll then squirm,
She's cold, cold, but as warm she's a blaze;
In the genome she's an angel, you a worm.
Though your genes are a razor cut apart,
She can give you love in dynamic art.

Though your genes are a razor cut apart.
Though your genes are a razor cut discrete.
Though your genes are a razor cut separate.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 2/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #387 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

My skin sizzled over muscles taut,
All my nerve tips were zinging bullseye hit
As arcing flaming arrows, as he sought
My wishbone and fingered round my clit.
Our pumping he'd slow down rather than quit,
I could count on him not to blow his wad,
He pecked and rolled the areole of a tit,
I turned to ripples as he churned my pod.
My pod squeezed and released his sturdy rod
Forever, it seemed, as he teased the pace,
As he came his grimacing head shook a nod
And adrenalin bursts made my heart race.
That's just how it is with us: either lax
And mutual in smiles, or frowning climax.

That's just how it is with us: either lax.
That's just how it is with us: either drooping.
That's just how it is with us: either slack.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat.3/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #386 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens

You have my sympathy, you fit by nous,
I've got some liberal advice for you
On your wan half life in a halfway house,
In your stifling outhouse or port-a-loo.
If you really love her, give a genuine clue,
She's bleeding on the rag, and so high strung,
She feels icky bad inside, and bloated, too,
So on her backside your pelvis is slung.
Your glans by her labia is overhung-
As you groove at her, her thighs quiver tight,
The week her bloody nice pussy is bung,
You didn't penetrate her, it's no slight.
A gentleman such as you jiggles cheats,
You bring her off on red shot silk sheets.

A gentleman such as you jiggles cheats.
A gentleman such as you jiggles dupes.
A gentleman such as you jiggles gammons.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 1/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #385 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I rubbed and licked behind her tender ears,
Her beestung lips parted and mutely gasped,
I stroked her soft breasts in loops, arcs and flares,
I felt her goosebumps on me as she clasped.
The words yes, yes, yes, into my ear she rasped,
Her deep eyes dilated from brown to black,
Her breasts again I rolled, moulded, and grasped
Her body was flushed pink and yielding slack,
Her areoles darkened, an enchanting knack
And I raised them with a long, rounding lick,
I kissed her shoulder blades and small of back,
Her violet panties were shiney and slick.
She lucked into my tongue on her wishbone,
Around her clitoris fenced her groan.

Around her clitoris fenced her groan.
Around her clitoris fenced her lament.
Around her clitoris fenced her whine.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp.
1/11/04]

a study toward sonnet #384 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

Where she was lax and didn't believe,
I was exerting a massive effort,
It's nothing serious over which to grieve
I'm happy to itemise and report.
She'd hog the en suite bathroom like a fort,
Her lovely but dull parents I'd endure,
My own were the ashes in vases sort.
Her white toy dog ankle nipped to injure,
Her gift for giving me head was a lure,
I couldn't criticise her speedy blow,
But the aftermath was an open sewer,
I'd only kiss her forehead, then, just so.
And cunnilingus is a marathon,
It stops me getting a decent hard on.

It stops me getting a decent hard on.
It stops me getting a decent erection.
It stops me getting a decent stiffy.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D lat, E flat. 31/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #383 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I grit my teeth and checked the shaggy pile
For any surfaces my yellow slingbacks
Might catch on or stab at, and all the while
A jungle cat he padded tight looped tracks.
He wore a safari jacket and bootcut slacks,
A scarf, a stetson, dingo cuban heels,
I wondered if he could ever relax,
I watched for more signs the body reveals.
I don't see such playboys as red hot deals,
This wasn't my first organised blind date,
But flattery to my heart always appeals,
And expert hands are a good skin deep trait.
I was between boyfriends at a fire sale;
It was a hunt for a non-husband male.

I was between boyfriends at a fire sale.
I was between boyfriends at a fire flog.
I was between boyfriends at a fire hawk.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 31/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #382 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Screens

She coccooned herself in the mindset
Of being in love, the whole rigmarole
Of infatuation, and it made me sweat,
I wasn't an enormous comfort doll.
To her own informed opinion she'd skoal,
She had the biggest regard for my mind
Into which her own beliefs she'd cajole,
So I was suffused with love and refined.
So my ideas to idiots were assigned,
There was no wiggle room for agile debate,
For my looking glass self I sadly pined,
True love in a kiss he could delegate.
She was counsellor in love beyond belief,
But I found etiquette to be my brief.

She was counsellor in love beyond belief.
She was counsellor in love beyond dogma.
She was counsellor in love beyond faith.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 30/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #381 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

She needs to fake it in a push up bra,
I'll gawk as I like at their for instance,
The pair arouse an onerous hurrah,
I'd leer the same way at saline implants.
A club soda and gin handholding grants,
A beer and whiskey chaser scores a kiss,
Two highballs can get me into her pants-
She's quite the prostitute of shouted piss.
If you're a man, you've stumbled on this-
She'll force you to retell her feeble joke
At her on the second date, or reminisce
You're that one in a trillion special bloke.
She got here about twenty minutes late,
Unforgivable for looks less than great.

She got here about twenty minutes late.
She got here about twenty minutes overdue.
She got here about twenty minutes tardy.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 30/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #380 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

The argument has left me sad and tired,
I fear a loneliness, and we agree
To disagree as we're hopelessly mired
And at odds in a wilful cap a pie.
She's certain that she knows me to a tee,
Yet hidden agendas are all her own,
Her decisions are selfish, me, me, me,
Her precious self esteem is overblown.
Enduring axioms I've certainly known:
On solely one person you can't depend,
That a moan is harmonised with a groan,
That a beginning is stacked on an end.
And I'll give her a due luxury massage,
Misunderstandings, not lies, the message.

And I'll give her a due luxury massage.
And I'll give her a due luxury knead.
And I'll give her a due luxury rub.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 29/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #379 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

Aged fifty one, I got enlarged prostate
And I was made redundant from my job,
It can leave you depressed and postrate,
You can become a listless weeping slob.
At the public bidet I shook my knob,
I thought at first he gently took the piss,
He'd pay me bucks to shoot a creamy blob,
My big balls in porn videos couldn't miss.
I averred my modestly sized penis,
But he hired for benchmark specialty kicks,
I'd do the moneyshot, not poke or kiss,
I'd contribute with stunt cocks and bi chicks.
Above a sexy chick studs make a scrum,
On her tits I'll post a big wad of come.

Above a sexy chick studs make a scrum.
Above a sexy chick studs make a bunch.
Above a sexy chick studs make a cluster.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 29/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #378 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

We're sexy makeups as well as tantrums,
We're assertive, independent, strong willed,
Allergic to tedium, our hectic routine hums,
Our boisterous social life is well drilled.
We're sexually impulsive, always thrilled,
We chitchat one another's ear lobes off,
As seductive and heady we could be billed,
We dazzle our friends, and yet never scoff.
We lend a hand to others in the trough,
It's central to our ideological bonds
And fearful of loneliness we just doff
Inhibitions so that neither absconds.
But the depth of our love none can deduce,
One another we time and again seduce.

But the depth of our love none can deduce.
But the depth of our love none can figure.
But the depth of our love none can suss.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 28/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #377 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

His finger ran up and down my spine,
The discs turned a silent, tingling braille,
He pulled away when I was wet as brine,
As my heart beat rate rocketed up the scale.
I was puzzled, the situation hard to nail,
We'd cultivated lots of commonsense
And anything less than robust and hail
Would just temporarily make us tense.
I felt my eyelids bat at the suspense
As he teasingly clicked open a box,
A diamond ring sat in its velvet fence,
He worried that the bluish coloured rocks
Might offset my forget me not blue eyes,
As tears hung on my eyelids at the prize.

As tears hung on my eyelids at the prize.
As tears hung on my eyelids at the medal.
As tears hung on my eyelids at the trophy.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp. 28/10/04]

In this movie theatre 101 different nationals can sit side by side and hear and react to the movie in their own language and everyone is quite tuned into the semantic through the hexes, the dice of phasing. The security screens at the exits diagnose and cure cancers and kidney stones - this is how deliberate incompatibilty works according to Chapter 11 of Genesis, once the grime and patina of the Christian cargo cult are wiped away.

a study toward sonnet #376 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I'm not just looking to settle a score,
I want you to feel equalising distress,
Therefore I point up a misdemeanour,
And hope to basic reason you'll acquiesce.
Your sensibility I second guess
As calculated and nothing humble,
And material status symbols possess
Your chitchat as a prelude to rumble.
Your pitiful qualms instil by grumble,
To quintessential self you self confess,
The piles of love shiver and crumble,
And if it's sabotage, I'd cuss, not bless.
If I'm late now or then you can leave,
To collapse is better than to deceive.

If I'm late now or then, you can leave.
If I'm late now or then, you can depart.
If I'm late now or then, you can depart.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 28/10/04]

a mock up for a FAQ

Q. Do you use black magic?
A. Only occasionally. It looks too much like bad luck to be worth anything as vengeance. There was the gangster found on the back streets of Ponsonby after a war, and three or four other envious fellows who hurt me bad. Let's just say I can make an ambulance sixty seconds early or sixty seconds late.
Q. Do you use white magic?
A. All the time. Black magic is fatalistic whereas white magic is holistic. I was shown the following spell by time lords when I was six years old. It's the code for three dimensional tvs, teleporters and time machines going back to the first Council of Human Language at the tower of Babel about 100, 000 BC. Some people call them hexes, other people call them dice.
abacad ab raj
ebeced eb rex
ubucud ub rul
I'm talking real magic here, not the Christian cargo cult. The printer's alphabet bricks are dipped in petrol, stacked and set alight, so creating printer's ink and movable type. That is the true meaning of the tower of Babel.

a study toward sonnnet #367 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I tabbed into the unfortunate hunch
That she didn't hanker after my man,
She just wanted my life, or to crunch
Me down flat as a kooky-kola can.
I spied on them canoodling in his van,
I nearly shuddered aloud in their shade;
I turned into a mess and I looked wan
And listless, my appetite was waylaid.
In a drunken stupor and yet dismayed,
I dreamed up for myself a six foot hunk-
Against such sly minxes he inveighed,
For such a ladykiller I did a bunk.
From his hazel eyes I took a sweet hint,
I loved his natural or lightbulb glint.

From his hazel eyes I took a sweet hint.
From his hazel eyes I took a sweet inkling.
From his hazel eyes I took a sweet tip.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 27/10/04.]

a study toward sonnet #373 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

I pondered my marriage versus divorce,
If I could do something to make it work,
We were stubborn, shouting hoarse,
And vying for attention as if beserk.
Unsolicited mutual advice would irk,
As would an occasional flagrant flirt,
And in overbearing critiques would lurk
A spoilt, loud crybaby, ever alert.
We would feed each other fearful dirt
And mantra us losing what we've got,
And lately we've become resentful curt
In our moods and oversensitive hot.
As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt trips,
And as she does, too, imbalance tips.

As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt trips.
As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt escapades.
As I'm pressured, I pile on guilt journeys.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A sharp, B sharp, C sharp, D sharp, E sharp 26/10/04]

a study toward sonnet #372 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

[The characters in the following sonnet are imaginary and any passing resemblance to either persons living or dead is purely coincidental.]

I'm getting my pendulous breasts reduced
So as to get a few things off my chest,
I think it's about time you were seduced
Into my first and last suckle fest.
I've not been immune to your blatant jest,
Your crude comments were a peculiar thrill,
My saucerlike aureoles harden and crest,
Go on, in my cleavage lap to your fill.
My shoulder blades ache and bra straps kill,
I've got fungus infections in a fold,
But go on, you runt, on my paps dry swill,
This momentous day I won't bitch or scold.
Our love flits transient as adult mayflies,
Farewell forever now we say byebyes.

Farewell forever now we say byebyes.
Farewell forever now we say adieus.
Farewell forever now we say tatas.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies in the rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat. 26/10/04. It goes almost without saying that I own the ip for the relatively easier sonnet rhyme scheme A flat, B flat, C flat, D flat, E flat, F flat, G flat.]