a study toward sonnet #301 by FisherKingKQJ

My habitual actions I now query-
I'd never have second guessed she'd depart-
Hindsight is a lesson to the unwary
And ghouls in the machine improvise art.
The washing machine grumble made me start,
I swear it caught her timbre and key words,
And her words of woe made my eyes smart-
The life with me she had, had been just turds.
I'm right up there with all the other nerds
According to the rusty cambelt memory bank,
Which like ferrous oxide tape spools and girds,
But I still miss her red hair lustrous or lank.
I missed her pale skin freckled by dark races:
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve traces.

Our blood to red Adam and red Eve traces.
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve leads.
Our blood to red Adam and red Eve ushers.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #300 by FisherKingKQJ

I secretly despise my boyfriend's chum-
His arrogant sneers sign that he's insane,
His burps are gurgly obnoxious in scum,
His dogmatic boys' nights out are my bane.
It's put unnecessary stress and strain
On our relationship - he just tags along-
He loves his mirrors, and he won't refrain
From jibbering about weed plugging bong.
He lingers thick much like a toilet pong,
My boyfriend and he go back is the gist,
If he gets his way nothing can go wrong-
He's got my shy best friend on a blacklist.
My boyfriend looks great, he's a perfect foil-
Can I let this pot simmer on, or overboil?

My boyfriend looks great, he's a perfect foil.
My boyfriend looks great, he's a perfect contrast.
My boyfriend looks great, he's a perfect offset.

[ll1-14 overhauled for typeset, content the same.
22/9/05]

[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #299 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm not some ingenue or curmudgeon,
Or feisty drama queen, and so I worked
Up some bravado to rubber bludgeon
The boy about the duties he had shirked.
I loved him almost all, but one thing irked-
No public show of affection - no hug,
No kiss, no squeeze - all in shadow lurked
In privacy, as if from crook to thug!
I'm not saying he was a two faced mug,
All Im saying is: we were two soul mates
Not a twenty four seven shoulder shrug
About on platonic business dates.
He gave me a reluctant public kiss,
Then improvised a pash of manic bliss.


[ll1 and 14 lengthened, shortened for typeset. 22/9/05]

He gave me a reluctant public kiss.
He gave me a reluctant public buss.
He gave me a reluctant public pash.

{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

____________________________________________________________________________________
Punters' Union payslip


Thingummy, Roger
222 Road Street
Auckland


Paypoint: part time tv actor
Tax Code: secondary

Bank acct: 33-3333-33 Mob phone number: KKQ JJJ JKQ QKQ


10 syllables of laugh track @ $1000 per syllable: 10,000
Less P.A.Y.E. tax @ 25%: 2,500
______

net pay $7500

for the following recital of laughter in primetime sitcom "Everybody Butt Ricky": Haha hahe haho haha hahe.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Canned laughter pay scale for part time actors:

Haha $1000
Hahe $1000
Haho $1000
Hehe $2000
Heho $2000
Heha $2000

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Punters' Union payslip

Suchandsuch, Nigel
555c Mt Aetna Rd
Mt Aetna
Auckland

Paypoint: twenty syllables
Job Title: unionised part time movie actor
Tax Code: Secondary
ND: 15/9/04

Hours: 20 seconds Base Rate: 1,000 x 20 syllables Value: $20,000

P.A.Y.E. 25% deductions 5,000
______
Net earnings $15,000


Bank Acct: 33-3333-3333333-33 Mob phone number: KKK JKQ QQJ JKQ

a study toward sonnet #298 by FisherKingKQJ


The blustering, insecure notes returned
To the timbre of her sweet little voice-
Her lips I watched stick shut, they burned
With fury coated in mellifluous noise.
By an inner counsel she was my choice
Among her circle of women, and thus
Assume I, I was her pick from some boys,
But I'm doubtful it caused her as much fuss.
Apparently for a while now she'd cuss
Against me under her breath as my ears
Could hear her words but not semantics suss-
She felt fobbed off by my honeys and dears.
At first I was deafened by my heart throb-
Now I'm stupefied by love as a job.

At first I was deafened by my heart throb.
At first I was deafened by my heart beat.
At first I was deafened by my heartdrum.

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a study toward sonnet #297 by FisherKingKQJ


She wriggled along me, hurried and vexed,
On the square and narrow wooden stairwell,
As if she was pure, as if I was hexed,
I second guessed it a love affair death knell.
She pursued distractions in the pell mell
Of daily life, and her girlfriends would beep
On her mobile, my chitchat she'd dispel
Along with period cramp general sweep.
I'm ashamed to say, friend, I'd quiet weep-
I was a banished grey-zone zombie reject-
And her eyes away from my eyes she'd keep:
Yet to another man she won't defect.
She's always full of fibs and little white lies,
My eyes from her eyelids I cannot prise.


My eyes from her eyelids I cannot prise.
My eyes from her eyelids I cannot loosen.
My eyes from her eyelids I cannot sever.

a study toward sonnet #296 by FisherKingKQJ


As my love for him was plainly known,
I shuddered in ecstacy as his lips
Were clamped upon my hungry own,
And I couldn't resist his delightful nips.
So I surrendered to a pash full blown,
I constricted my arms around his nape,
My tongue jousted his with many a moan,
So moulded my teeth of invisible shape.
I felt his fingers my shoulders undrape,
His caresses exposed my aching breasts;
I pulled off his shirt the spirit to ape,
Our urbanity we got off our chests.
Before, the opportunites we'd waive,
Now, clinched on a probability wave.


Before, the opportunities we'd waive.
Before, the opportunities we'd dimiss.
Before, the opportunities we'd void.


ip of Letica Interactive Movies and Plastic Transistor Screens

a study toward sonnet #295 by FisherKingKQJ


Stranger, you think it's a little crazy
To take my hints from her tresses and locks
As barometer; yet thus I'm hazy
Because I don't like surprises or knocks.
Distant thunderclaps can be gentle shocks
With any wind conspicuously absent,
It can be a time to take mutual stocks
Of any fair wear and tear ding and dent.
A habit for each other we were meant
In crackling static literal beach comb,
Her midwinter red cheeks a fury pent
As she toed the yellow peaking sea foam.
I kissed away a strand on her forehead
And in its softness a hurricane read.


I kissed away a strand on her forehead.
I kissed away a strand on her brow.
I kissed away a strand on her pate.

a study toward sonnet #294 by FisherKingKQJ


Tears hung in my eyes and turned to vapour-
I'd caught the sexy girl and perhaps him
In the trembling rearview; a jealous lour
I shot back at her figure hourglass slim.
I put an arm on the back of the seat trim,
My cheeks red hot with humiliating sweat;
The runabout's wheels began to skid and skim-
I engaged the clutch, the rearview reset.
He was more handsome than my love and yet
He was shorter too, which forced me to flinch
At my mistake, and my trifling upset,
My anguish turned to ether at their clinch
As the handbrake clicked and creaked into lock-
I cussed my feeling which'd run amok.


My anguish turned to ether at their clinch.
My anguish turned to ether at their embrace.
My angusih turned to ether at their hold.

a study toward sonnet #293 by FisherKingKQJ


At the bottom of Strawmarket I'd caught
A jolly mermaid who liked to nestle
Beneath my arm for saucy lass-lad sport-
On Sinister Bridge she was my trestle.
Beneath us pumped on a steam vessel,
And no cloud on our blue sky tried to impinge;
Our chemistry oozed like bowl and pestle,
On her salty flesh my tongue would binge.
My crabs are cured in salt at a wee twinge,
My seasquirt blows into seasponge filled box,
And I'll tip her a pound, as I'm no stinge
When it comes to salt flaps on the dry-docks.
She wears a pretty rosebud in her bust,
I love mermaids who love their burley crust.

She wears a pretty rosebud in her bust.
She wears a pretty rosebud in her cleavage.
She wears a pretty rosebud in her tits.


{I had to quickly re edit this love sonnet. The digital technology sometimes runs away from me.}

a study toward sonnet #292 by FisherKingKQJ


Something bad happened to me as a child-
You sense it bend over hairs on your skin,
The shallow ripple of my breath, so mild
And counted, the awkward twitch of my chin.
Beneath my sweet aromas, you can pin
The smaller bruised darkness of your own soul:
The rue and parsley soften my white skin,
The pennyroyal spurs menses on the whole.
I've met you thrice in the woods, by the bole,
My crinoline soaked in cypress perfume,
And though your own hardships have taken toll,
I never about the future presume.
Perhaps uncle left me too damaged below-
Let me enjoy you, fellow by fellow.


Perhaps uncle left me too damaged below.
Perhaps uncle left me too damaged nether.
Perhaps uncle left me too damaged under.

a study toward sonnet #291 by FisherKingKQJ


O friend, she's made you cry the bitter tears
And I haven't seen you emote like this,
But I don't believe it's bad words or sneers
On her part which careened your love amiss.
Now's not the proper time for me to diss
Her personality or her grooming skills-
At analysis you yourself are a whizz,
And crisis irrational thoughts instils.
I listen, I nod, as the tranquil air fills
With your lover's plaint, as you yourself trash
The girl - from your mouth the venom spills-
My lips purse, my teeth grit and gnash.
I've put these rare moments in the love-bank-
Against my own future woes, to be frank.


I've put these rare moments in the love-bank.
I've put these rare moments in the love-hold.
I've put these rare moments in the love-store.

a study towards sonnet #290 by FisherKingKQJ


I wasn't ashamed of the way I felt
As I trapped her diminutive physique
Upon the bistro wall; she tugged my belt
Defensively, and played a pique.
She certainly parlayed a mystique,
And yet, you my friend know her well,
Such a dynamo is far from unique,
Imaginative insights always tell.
They echo loud the jocular hermit shell
And in a gleaming eye detect amour...
But I've only brushed on her nipple swell
Here - and she wears repartee as armour.
Yes, she broke away from my pinning arms
And counted it least of all worldy harms.


And counted it least of all worldy harms.
And counted it least of all worldly dangers.
And counted it least of all worldly perils.

a study toward sonnet #289 by FisherKingKQJ


My love, I look on my byzantine life
If not with disgust, then a sense of defeat,
And the old anxieties are brimming rife,
Or else they're fitted bespoke and elite.
And openness I hesitantly delete
As remedy for even a peeping tom,
It would be hypocritical deceit
Redirected by me with your aplomb.
For secret lives the genome is a bomb-
Can I turn in my need to be insane
Then lucid? I've built atom by atom
A lover for you by being dryly vain.
On sight I believed I knew you, girl:
O, but all the science said give it a whirl.


On sight I believed that I knew you, girl.
On sight I believed that I knew you, female.
On sight I believed that I knew you, woman.

a study toward sonnet #288


They found my body on the poopdeck
Of the rusty ship SS Vichy-Quisling-
I drowned in inch deep bilge, but what the heck
Six pirate broadcasters were left whistling.
At local musicians we were bristling
As self appointed yankee middle men,
Our sleeping partners would swing in a sling-
Mr Bureaucrat lubber a yankee den.
I was gripped by these slippery seamen,
Although dead for them I went overboard
And my soul became a flying fish, then
In a raincloud of mermaids I was lord.
Out at sea murder two is a blunder-
I pimp my mermaids in flashes and thunder.


Out at sea murder two is a blunder.
Out at sea murder two is a fault.
Out at sea murder two is a mistake.

I've been writing down a few ideas for kitset interactive novels, lately. But back to the sonnets.

a study toward sonnet #287 by FisherKingKQJ


She became a stranger to me again
As she sat among her several friends
In the cafe, and I returned to the pain
That intimate one on one love suspends.
Dysmorphia and low carb diet mania lends
A stash to arty portions by the plate,
An air of bonhomie in tidbits rends
Small tomato consomme consummate.
I ordered lattes, and we talked her weight,
I quietly worried her blue temple veins,
But her violet eyes were in sparkling state,
So the picking at food was in her reins.
She was earning a middling salary-
She was fine, give or take a calorie.


She was earning a middling salary.
She was earning a middling compensation.
She was earning a middling pay.

a study toward sonnet #286 by FisherKingKQJ


His quizzical look caused my heart to race,
My body temperature then to rise;
But his enigma gave up scarce a trace,
He was by rota cold yet sexy yet wise.
He'd forgone pomades and effete hair dyes,
The hair at his temples had seeded grey,
Yet his clothes were immaculate new and nice
His clean coupe bonnet could bounce a sun ray.
The boy I wanted, his jokes would parlay
Insurmountable troubles into nil;
To be nice, no feeling would I betray,
Myself, how shall I say, over the hill.
I'm but one day older than half the world-
And my passion for him is yin yang whirled.


I'm but one day older than half the world.
I'm but one day older than half the earth.
I'm but one day older than half the globe.

a study toward sonnet #286 by FisherKingKQJ


His quizzical look caused my heart to race,
My body temperature then to rise;
But his enigma gave up scarce a trace,
He was by rota cold yet sexy yet wise.
He'd forgone pomades and effete hair dyes,
The hair at his temples had seeded grey,
Yet his clothes were immaculate new and nice
His clean coupe bonnet could bounce a sun ray.
The boy I wanted, his jokes would parlay
Insurmountable troubles into nil;
To be nice, no feeling would I betray,
Myself, how shall I say, over the hill.
I'm but one day older than half the world-
And my passion for him is yin yang whirled.


I'm but one day older than half the world.
I'm but one day older than half the earth.
I'm but one day older than half the globe.

a study toward sonnet #285 by FisherKingKQJ


I was an idiot when I stubbed my toe
On a bump of tree roots in the tarseal-
Afraid to be a buffoon, what do you know,
Just as she got her off-white toy dog to heel.
But it was kindly smile, not laughter peal
With which her violet almond eyes met mine,
The dinky leash she buckled was surreal,
As we surveyed the Ardmore st incline.
I'd felt a feathery tingle up my spine
As she leaned down as to pick up her pet,
Her elongated cleavage looked just fine
And quivered where the underwire cups met.
I could feel in my cheeks a powerful blush
And on her peachlike cheeks I saw a flush.


I could feel in my cheeks a powerful blush.
I could feel in my cheeks a powerful colouring.
I could feel in my cheeks a powerful reddening.

a study toward sonnet #284 by FisherKingKQJ


"The Nuddy Tarsier" by a Jack A. Napes -
That's one of mine, a superior ad lib,
One stands outside a society and gapes
Like a fat wiseguy, one eye on the snib.
What advantage does bottle blonde hair dib?
Peroxide makes pussy hair soft and thin
And denies white crabs a place to crib,
It smoothes out any wrinkled scrotum skin.
Incognito, my chauffeur- spy looks in
Or trolls coloured brassieres in brasseries,
He'll pxt me Brazilian waxes from his shin,
He'll pxt a back of pants g string series.
Sometimes my driver goes bonobonos,
He fields taboos and selective nonos.


He fields taboos and selective nonos.
He fields taboos and selective cordons.
He fields taboos and selective faux pas.

a study toward sonnet #283 by FisherKingKQJ



As my young couple began to embrace-
I told my hanging mirror zebra finch,
Those two will clamber up the staircase
As true love can be such a foregone cinch.
Today I peck an ayatollah inch by inch
On the newspaper floor of my gilded cage,
I always peck my poppy seeds in a pinch
From the millet seeds on the front page.
In their relationship they'd reached a stage
Of all consuming hug and kiss and squeeze-
He uttered to her what girls think a rage,
Those three magic words: Say pretty please.
My friend, inside the hood my words are caw-
But it's you who's got cuttlebone lock jaw.


My friend, inside the hood my words are caw.
My friend, inside the hood my words are twitter.
My friend, inside the hood my words are peep.

a study toward sonnet #282 by FisherKingKQJ


The moment I became a little girl,
The men, besotted began to hit on me;
Sure, I've lost my golden baby curl
But gentlemen still adore what they see.
I'm pre-emptive for the masculine mind,
They're always ready to grope, to pounce-
The law cordons off my boobs and behind-
Girls, the gods gave me this vital ounce.
As much as you might ogle, flirt and flounce,
Though your beauty is diluted by a quart,
Wolfwhistles to me all your angles trounce:
It's my superb hourglass figure they court.
But most of all men call me a frigger,
It's not under fragrant, so go figure.


It's not under fragrant, so go figure.
It's not under fragrant, so go analyse.
It's not under fragrant, so go diagnose.

a study toward sonnet #281 by FisherKingKQJ


I clasped the undersides of my knees
Above and over his shoulder blades
I received delicate strokes of ease
So unlike the missionary which jades.
I sobbed softly at his probing raids
And peculiarly felt myself denied
It was one of those fun unfair trades
I jockeyed for the position inside.
His groans were low whereas I cried
Aloud and shook and I felt a sunburst
As I felt his comets inside me slide
And thereby a supernova was nursed.
My hair was clotted by my joyful tears,
Also, he does have the tiniest of rears.


Also, he does have the tiniest of rears.
Also, he does have the tiniest of arses.
Also, he does have the tiniest of backsides.

a study toward sonnet #280 by FisherKingKQJ


A fictitious Mrs as my surname,
By proxy a saucy grand duchess-
All men covet what other men claim-
My scandalous success breeds success.
A veil of fine gauze, a satin white dress,
And best of all - my two timing watches-
The silver trinket one I love no less-
Lord Melbourne is one of my top notches.
I see the creme de la creme of crotches,
Now, it's through a theatre box seat spyglass
In worsted pants free of telltale splotches,
I curtsy as Covent's favourite lass.
And noblewoman exclaim my beauty
My diamond necklace carries no duty.


My diamond necklace carries no duty.
My diamond necklace carries no fee.
My diamond necklace carries no tarrif.

He leaned on a step of the stepladder...


He leaned on a step of the stepladder,
The rung back legs were terrible crook,
Our best china shelf just got me madder-
I wiggled the duster in the farthest nook.
But then I quickly took another look
At him - his eyes sat firmly on my peach-
He read like a leatherbound antique book-
I might wriggle then wiggle out of reach.
He took the chance to air a stale set speech:
The exertion had turned my cheeks a pink,
And the worldy lesson this might teach:
Such behaviour had an orgasmic link.
Though he gives me an adrenalin rush
He's through on ambiguities of a blush!

Though he gives me an adrenalin rush.
Though he gives me an adrenalin buzz.
Though he gives me an adrenalin high.

a study toward sonnet #276 by FisherKingKQJ


He smirked at me - it raised my chagrin -
And before I could complete my sentence
He touched a finger on my lip and chin
And kissed away my lingering pretence.
My raspberries stood erect and a sense
Of tingling invaded my aching breasts
And I held my breath in teasing suspense
My lace bra outline brailled its two requests.
Upset, I'd been staring into a space
And thinking through an unfair parking fine-
In a blindspot he'd somehow taken a place-
I'd always admired him down the line.
That's how a bizarre little office prang
Upsized from a slow burn to a big bang.


That's how a bizarre little office prang.
That's how a bizarre little office crash.
That's how a bizarre little office ding.

a study towards sonnet #275 by FisherKingKQJ


{The characters in the following sonnet are fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.}


I'm sick of my hoes who know only bling
Who no more put out for their pedicures-
It's wasted viagra when pork's in a sling
When back up sisters lose their allures.
I put them in the lear jet as an up yours
I u turned the gulf stream to the north pole-
If only two fifty thread truly endures
I'll fly in the king sized bed for my soul.
An all night Viking suntan was my goal-
Then I saw Jesus in white boots on ice,
In two layers of chinchilla out I stole-
Barefoot I stepped out on an iceberg slice.
I'm abominable snowman, my dear-
With a mobile phone frozen to my ear.


I'm abominable snowman, my dear.
I'm abominable snowman, my honey.
I'm abominable snowman, my love.

a study toward sonnet #274 by FisherKingKQJ



The white shadow in your photo portrait
Envelopes a nurturing guardian ghoul-
And now you hit a calamitous strait,
It promises solution as a rule.
It knows you've been mistaken for a fool-
As ectoplasm on a flash memory plays-
It disarms with white magic spells the cruel
As you remain in a mystified haze.
It shields you in an upheaval or a laze-
Your uncle's love no condition can rort
Or buckle or fudge or divert or raze-
So your heart doesn't have to hide in a fort.
I placed a hand on him and got a vibe-
It's love not open to auction or to bribe.


It's love not open to auction or to bribe.
It's love not open to auction or to graft.
It's love not open to auction or payola.

a study toward sonnet #273 by FisherKingKQJ


But can you keep my dirty little secret?
I mean I'm not exactly a virgin...
And what is there in pleasure to regret-
Even- with your darling dental surgeon?
Amazingly, he got his own dirge in-
His dull work and family brought him sobs-
And I felt my kinky desire burgeon,
I felt his eyes rest on my fulsome knobs.
I was myself as it were, between jobs,
I guided his hand up my micro skirt,
And I'm not the sort who teases then fobs-
While I gave him head, he was sobbing curt.
How I got my Hollywood mouthguard smile-
By using my wits and feminine wile.


By using my wits and feminine wile.
By using my wits and feminine cunning.
By using my wits and feminine insight.

a study toward sonnet #272


Maybe boys in leather thongs who gyrate
Are my thing - I'm terribly unaware
Of my own life, my mood swings to irate
One moment, the next to bubbling cheer.
After a beer and chaser shot I can leer
Unbridled at a hard hat and tool belt,
A strip down to white boxer underwear,
A smooth ribcage and a backside svelte.
The women ooh and aah; he's often dealt
Crude remarks or a witty wolf-whistle,
And oddly, my vacant heart could melt
As I heatsearch over his love missile.
The astronomic price of cocktail drinks
Always back to humdrum reality links.


Always back to humdrum reality links.
Always back to humdrum reality connects.
Always back to humdrum reality joins.

a study toward sonnet #271 by FisherKingKQJ


Diary, her outbursts and sarcasm versus
My silent treatment and slamming walkouts,
Her batch of frowns and moans and trivial fuss
Versus my eyerolls and sniffles in bouts!
And so we've had a powwow which reroutes
Our love affair as tit for tat ice cool-
And I'm sure she has her own secret doubts-
But a roster is better than a wreckless duel.
She's as stubborn as the proverbial mule
But I think I'd love her much the less
If she hung on every word with a drool
And smirked at my opionions under duress.
Today I'm set to do a rotten chore-
Tomorrow waits a duty she'll abhor.


Tomorrow waits a duty she'll abhor.
Tomorrow waits a duty she'll hate.
Tomorrow waits a duty she'll loathe.

{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

a study toward sonnet #270 by FisherKingKQJ


You know my girl from the human genome,
She builds thick walls against the ravages
Of a brutal world and calls the place home
Away from gross, clamouring savages.
She defies several gender adages-
She's silent or hardly speaks a sentence,
She anticipates and does things by stages-
She's far too trusting and dislikes pretence.
She relies on good luck and her sixth sense
And to people's auras and vibes, she's a sponge
But when it comes to people's failings she's dense
She's ever ready to pedestal then expunge.
You know my sweet girl who you've never met
You love her shyness as well, which we fete.


You know my sweet girl who you've never met.
You know my sweet girl who you've never convened.
You know my sweet girl who you've never joined.



{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

a study toward sonnet #269 by FisherKingKQJ


Our first meeting played out like a gig,
Your unique and novel ways so thespian,
From a green room, your hair a clever wig,
Or my heart beat faster for a lesbian.
As the conversation turned pedestrian
And shadows subtly mutated your nose
And shaped your jutting bust halter hessian
I couldn't help but shift to kissing close.
I wondered about your laddered pantyhose,
I wondered if you were mannered or unique,
I would ask when the natural chance arose
I might an ambiguous situation tweak.
The world seems bespoke peculiar show,
But I love you as hallow and hollow.


But I love you as hallow and hollow.
But I love you as hallow and absent.
But I love you as hallow and empty.

a study toward sonnet #268 by FisherKingKQJ


Accept the hex see-yous, tatas, goodbyes,
My dark side has rotated quite enough
On your irreverence, Ms Thunder-Thighs,
As much as you're made of superior stuff.
Your value system - it looks up the duff,
Against some physical defects you bitch,
Against sebaceous glands full of dandruff,
Against girlish giggles at macho pitch,
Against hairy moles with a nervous twitch,
Against thick, joined eyebrows raised at a hint,
Against small boobs in scarce a bra or stitch,
Against foaming lipless mouths sharp as flint.
I was mesmerised by your flagrant bile,
Now I find your wilful ignorance vile.


I was mesmerised by your flagrant bile.
I was mesmerised by your flagrant phlegm.
I was mesmerised by your flagrant venom.



{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}

a study toward sonnet #266 by FisherKingKQJ


Old media fame loosed crooks on me fast-
I got sixty grand compo for the scale
Of razor barbs - even in plaster cast
My ribs and knees quiver, my elbows quail.
I was overpriced by the terms of bail,
Against remand too weak to argue
I turned tv critic on a pitch and sale-
To infomercial new age respect due.
I got a crush on that wicca chick Sue,
A golden serpent twisted up my spine;
A golden ball on my ankle, we flew
Above the exercise yard, rain or shine.
If there's a choice: tv babe or parole-
I'd rather take gate fever on the whole.


I'd rather take gate fever on the whole.
I'd rather take gate fever on the balance.
I'd rather take gate fever on the line.


{Proof of concept for interactive movies.}