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Saturday, January 31, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,448 by FisherKingKQJ
(llxxxxxi)

Said you'd love me like your little sister,
Which meant I could no longer lounge half nude,
Oathed you'd love me whole summer interlude,
Which meant senior girls made your eyes glister.
Said your timing was a sad head twister
Which meant a break up would be quick and crude,
Oathed you were a feckless, messy mister,
Which meant a likely love had been previewed.
Said I was pretty, you craved someone plain
To match your hypoallergenic plain looks,
Oathed I was clever, you craved a slower brain,
Mine put your trembling heart on tenterhooks.
Je t'aime, monsieur, et non, je ne c'est quoi,
You cut me slack, can you say au revoir?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 quoi
o $10,000,000 vas
o $10,000,000 what

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[This sonnet is my Valentine's day gift to S.M.
Je t'aime, mademoiselle, tojours.]

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Friday, January 30, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,446 by FisherKingKQJ
(lllllviii)

I've pinned you pretty much on your own saying,
Sure couldn't camouflage a master plan,
If this were gonad games I was sashaying
I'd measure partially self realised man.
I've bid last farewell, forgo mental flaying,
Of begging you for sex, of course you can
Get it from me all workaday outweighing,
I'm far too easy, fear a lifesized ban.
Guess that I'll keep passive sweet you guessing-
What part's gone stale? Onset of rare disease?
When you attempt occasional striptease-
That I don't care to see you undressing.
You patronise - don't care if you don't come,
That true, next time right over your warm bum.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 come
o $10,000,000 approach
o $10,000,000 materialise

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Monday, January 26, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,445 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm so in love, there's a gorgeous lady like
Dear you, I'm pre-emptive, mesmerised by props-
Large earrings, plunging neckline, each dress hike,
Unblemished skin which never naked stops.
I'm not the build of boyfriend who'll just pike
Out when things get tough, who then flipflops
Affairs in secret, who steals you a dike,
No, theres context where brilliant better tops.
I singled her out hot one night stand
From ten yards out, slim body, tinted hair,
We caught a cab to her three storey lair,
But afterglow brought me her countermand.
Please, darling, help me, please, what can I do,
As soulmates beautiful are sweet and few?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 do
o $10,000,000 enact
o $10,000,000 perform

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Friday, January 23, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,442 by FisherKingKQJ

I gave away a girl who was more rich
And pretty than old you, for lovely you,
I don't regret the status switch,
And people puzzling over my lowered view.
As there can be no growth devoid of glitch,
As character with quite nice looks pulls through,
As building is where I broach the itch,
As therapy is thought out well to do.
You cry, I shed a single tear in suit,
You play me this melancholy man;
You rage, I panic inside my brain pan,
You play me this spastic spent en route.
I couldn't sponge off dear you, nor be cruel,
I suffer stoic your philosophic school.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 cruel
o $10,000,000 brutal
o $10,000,000 harsh

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,443 by FisherKingKQJ

You noticed me as someone who I'm not,
Pure flattery when first I thought of it,
I'm hailed more heroic than my honest lot,
You size me up and force a magic fit.
What fun, I'm framed the artist who's well shot
Of social double standards, full of wit;
When jobs are scarce, the scant typed pages rot,
As well, inside a scrimboard walled bedsit.
You're planning on replacing silly mum
Whose brogue is Eastern European old crook
Misheard as Celtic quaint and by the book,
The false identity aggrieves me glum.
I hate mother, it's so slipstream breezy
Replacing her, you've struck easypeasy.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 breezy
o $10,000,000 airy
o $10,000,000 windy

[Autocube3 for 3d interactive movies.]

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,444 by FisherKingKQJ

The last time when I saw my babe, he smiled
Goodbye, he boarded platform Sylvia Park,
Electric fences rained on hissed to spark,
I wept how I'd see him soon, was not riled.
He was uplifting, though in manner mild,
His strong face was offset by eyes deep and dark;
He'd pitched a ponzi past some sharp loan shark,
A thousand dollar kick start there I piled.
Mum slagged him off as a gaudy grifter,
We hunted him up, down steel Britomart,
We tagged one dress alike and skinny tart,
I defended him as no shoplifter.
Over mudflats clacks the diesel carriage,
Oystercatchers wading sign good marriage.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 carraige
o $10,000,000 unit
o $10,000,000 vehicle

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Monday, January 19, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,440 by FisherKingKQJ

I catch your name, Sheryl, Shelly, Shirley,
Far too much background noise in grim High Street,
This carpark building cafe where I greet
You with big hand gestures, whispers burly.
Certified, your latest look is tong wavy, curly-
By stepping out with stereotypes I cheat
My fate of broken heart, cut loss upbeat,
Exit true commitment late or early.
One thing which I hate is sailor cussing,
But what if its your only feature fault?
What are sad blemishes which make you bolt?
I do tell some fibs to save the fussing.
This tryst goes custard, I'll still yet succumb,
I know that waitress, working solo mum.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 succumb
o $10,000,000 accept
o $10,000,000 yield

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Sunday, January 18, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,435 by FisherKingKQJ

Things seen in our world are what they just seem,
Its pliant, cooked iron core under pressure hard;
The girl of my daydreams is such a dream,
Going through dress sizes, with or without lard.
There's native platinum in her eye gleam,
Her archetype in likeness, queen playing card,
In mirth, in sadness will her teardrops teem,
She's frontal found within wing mirror shard.
I look at Cheryl, her blonde hair going white,
And paper pages seguing into plastic sheets,
Where mall with virtual reality now meets,
Where death to stem cells stands as boring blight.
Shamed, I'll live with Cheryl dear forever,
How could self immersed youth those ties sever?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 forever
o $10,000,000 continuous
o $10,000,000 eternally

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,434 by FisherKingKQJ
(civ)

I tapped through your e-mail a dozen times,
Shall give you greater benefit of doubt,
Though I don't know quite why you brag about
Your misdemeanours and muffs, claim small crimes.
Your Cain-like persona which biased God primes
To not like, being less favoured, not shut out,
Asserts all commonsense it can then flout,
Two wrongs can make a right, such are those chimes.
I love you like a brother, we're alike,
I can't suffocate her using kindness,
As her inner beauty stirs to blindness,
Afraid I'm going to have to pray and pike.
So you end by praising Auckland City,
Though you're native, skipped its nittygritty.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 City
o $10,000,000 Metropolis
o $10,000,000 Town

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Friday, January 16, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,433 by FisherKingKQJ
(ciii)

A strapless, seamless bra right underneath
A mauve tube microdress I'll often wear,
My shoulders shown; as often tight jeans sheath,
And ever steel rings hang from either ear.
I'll go seaside beergarden, hedge and wreath
On trellises, men catch in casual gear,
With open collars, two piece suits, white teeth,
Their eyes on my cork wedges I'll ensnare.
In happy hour I'll double up tomboy,
Six to one among young males who matter,
Freakishly, I'll meet a bitch who's fatter
Or taller, wearing same tube micro ploy.
Or if I'm nervous, giggle, sniff and smile,
Across the street walk sand one half a mile.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 smile
o $10,000,000 approval
o $10,000,000 favour

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,431 by FisherKingKQJ
(llxxxxix)

You need to lay back, leave off the overkill,
And breathe in silently harmonious peace,
As your girl loves old you now without cease,
Allow pure pheromones unseen draw still.
If she breaks silence, show strength of will
And act the soundboard, suffer her caprice,
Her circular declamation, give lease,
To her fraught prejudice, effect but nil.
In her steamed venting, her old gossip gall
There's nothing which you can denigrate now
Which can't make you come off cruel know all,
Repeat in verbatim, her snippets vow.
Remember what you're cut out for, at core,
Effusive big hugs from whom you adore.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 core
o $10,000,000 base
o $10,000,000 pitch

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,428 by FisherKingKQJ
(lx)

We dry humped steadily, bum idly slapped,
I came while stone hard, while still fully zipped,
Hot, thick wads into cotton undies slipped,
My hamstrings hot, she tickled, tweaked or tapped.
She hadn't noticed, I was hugely rapt,
My tool yet hot and hard, and spongy tipped
She fondly stroked out flies, she flopped and flipped,
I poked her pussy, wet flapped, closely napped.
Her dress was rolled back round her writhing waist,
Air pockets wafted smells of sweat and sex
Round our limbs; how I humped with haste
Knowing how I'd last, avail her groans, not vex.
I banged her orgasm best as then I could,
And ground against her turgid little hood.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 would
o $10,000,000 could
o $10,000,000 should

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Monday, January 12, 2009

DRAUGHT
42.
Personal Assistant- You remember Miguel the Magus?
Governor- I knew him passing well, we'd meet in social
clubs and in the street, here and there.
Personal Assistant- And how quick the public were to
drop his sensational disappearance as a publicity stunt.
Governor- The media had done its quota of kidnaps
and murders for the week, he would've been a
drag on circulation.
Personal Assistant- I fear we too will vanish under a
succession of crises.
18.
[Enter, Clone and Maria, passing through a mangrove
thicket, the Magus trailing.]
Maria-I suppose I could make a sportsbra out of two
coconut half shells.
18a.
Maria- You look happy as can be.
Clone- To cover my anxiety about our imaginary future.
If good fortune can be primed with good will and
prayer. Let me guess your name, Maria.
Maria- Is not every second girl in Bogota called Maria,
then factor it in as a family name as well.
Clone- People have no imagination.
a study toward sonnet #1,439 by FisherKingKQJ
(cvi)

If her old dad's old money then charm her
Your heiress, haut couture and textile mill,
But if he's church mouse poor then pur
That you know haunts where hearty meals fill.
At her dear brother's brilliancies do concur,
In small print safety, your nods trust instil,
But if he slacks off lots and toils on the spur
Of moment gift him one cool party pill.
Yet if she looks much like your brother's wife,
Years and years they've been tap, stroke and cuddle,
Then you've just struck jackpot, clearest muddle,
You've got to play her out to get a life.
Chilled wine and summer rain are your hot style,
You fall in love still laidback, all meanwhile.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 style
o $10,000,000 manner
o $10,000,000 vogue

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

a study towards sonnet #1,441 by FisherKingKQJ

To gratitude you give lip service glib
Ad nauseum, pleasant manners play your code
Of ethics, I cringe your each last episode,
Your pledge now seems a flippant fib.
I'll do you favours free, you needn't crib
Door openings, chair tug outs, there's an ode
To your looks, even while you're crash diet mode,
All chivalry as you're my chevron dib.
Truth is, our love has not yet been tested,
Drycleaning suits shows something how you feel,
It's my cash which you thus count divested
I think how I do treat you royal, get real.
I owe you favours, since you saved my arse,
That's my character, this mental parse.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 arse
o $10,000,000 backside
o $10,000,000 rear

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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The Ballad of FisherKing

Here's FisherKing's weird tale of sex obtuse,
It's somehow sentimentally profuse,
Since he was not a young, committed girl,
As even immature he would unfurl;
The bloke who took him down the bushy park
And jacked off holding his wrist was a lark,
The bloke who picked him up not far off school
In his Minx dashed remembrance as a rule;
But, sheepishly, FisherKing owes the most
To sterile bald man, local friendly ghost,
Who'd tease him often that he had no dick
In front of his own parents, funny trick,
I have so got a dick he would try plead-
At which then FisherKing was groped indeed:
One day that family friend had cut out
His kidney stones, there was no other bout.
FisherKing's now hetero but kinky,
Likes being ravished by nice girls who're slinky.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,426 by FisherKingKQJ
(ci)

A break up is such grindingly tough going,
A challenge as to who will fall out first
Without true feelings fanned out, part showing
The lowest card being emotional outburst.
Yes, we've grown apart so wary, well knowing,
And right along you've seen me self immersed
Too late, my love, no feedback fully owing
I'll treasure your looks when at angry worst.
Recall our slow walks round the bending bays,
Tide out or in, the artificial strand,
At concrete balustrade, warm hand in hand,
Your or my smiling, squinting sunset glaze.
Please darling, give this love one level chance,
My fingers miss your digits, that enhance.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 chance
o $10,000,000 gambol
o $10,000,000 opportunity

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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A merry Christmas care of Zimbabwe
From Santa Claus and Judas on our sleigh;
Bank note chipboard laminate engorged
The only honest money, never forged;
These gifts for grifters who now sleep in cars,
As Jesus for you sleeps rough under stars.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,432 by FisherKingKQJ
DRAFT
Our great grandparents probably would show
On city streets and scale Depression's height;
Pass one another phased, unphased smiles bestow,
They may have all been far too frank or light.
In Atlantis twelve thousand years ago
Our lookalikes in love fell, through hindsight;
As we two avatars wild kisses blow
In civil war against the moon, our satellite.
Slowly saw we our moon's turning shudder,
As warning flares blew off its southern seas,
We saw our colony would not appease,
Night sky blazed above us white on judder.
The vimana peeled smoothly lifting left,
As I worked out your cleavage, clit and cleft.

Monday, January 05, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,340 by FisherKingKQJ

He didn't treasure his three score and ten,
The bachelor enforced at fifty seven years
Went senile first, in front of married peers,
He yearned for love, no spinster served that yen.
He lugged explicit luck of meeker men,
Was pushed aside by girls for brutal leers
And beatings brutes delivered past good cheers,
The womens' hell lip service, classic hen.
Female coupling made him grin and garble,
His eyes were childish staring straight at you,
I watched his eyes settle smoking marble,
He was stone-hard dead and weighed a statue.
Van ambulance dollied, driver-fetcher,
And I hoisted him plumb down the stretcher.

o fetcher
o getter
o hauler

Sunday, January 04, 2009

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS
I've got a valentine's day card lined up
for a girl I've found out is single, no children,
doesn't smoke.
And as she's not a creative, she's just right for me.
Because there is only one way to do art.
The FisherKingKQJ way.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,429 by FisherKingKQJ

I've caught this galling case of de ja vue,
It's no prior life or virtual video game,
It's your ancient neighbourhood sort of same,
As you described in smiles and while I'd woo.
Selective memories I rarely rue,
As when distracted from your words, no shame
In trying to follow your white teeth, no blame
In sensually resonant days in lieu.
I may remember now the holding hands,
I'd tease you, laugh at your more childish looks,
You were fast tracked ahead of gonad glands,
A pretty face atop a pile of books.
It kills me how I can't put out a trace,
It could engage and add to my disgrace.

(Chorus)

o trace
o reach
o search