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]