Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Hearts Spades Clubs Diamonds

HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

a study toward sonnet #549 by FisherKingKQJ

He watches tv throughout our chitchat,
Else he talks over what I want to say,
His schedule he describes as this and that,
He lightly kisses me with some dismay.
Our love eroded, nought can he betray-
Our union is bereft of spark or squib,
He's passive-aggressive, pushes away,
I won't wipe his mouth or scrub up his bib.
He nods nought is wrong so as not to fib,
But I know he feels himself in a rut,
I know aggrieved fury cannot be seen as glib,
Our coitus is not at all or else smut.
I'm watching beautiful boys on the fly,
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.

(Chorus)
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the devious.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the hush.

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #548 by FisherKingKQJ

Girl, stupid, read the boilerplate font,
My butterflies shook my sweaty fingers,
Meanwhile pretending to be nonchalant,
Afraid of bathroom smell, which malingers!
I'm a girl next door for all dead ringers:
The hazel eyes, short permed hair, and petite,
The been there, done that harbingers,
But never mind, I'd be charming and sweet.
The primo short skirt spelt feat or defeat
When we chatted; he was a friend long lost,
Our humour and interests were upbeat,
Could we stand intimacy overglossed?
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all,
Relaxed in either, joining big and small.

(Chorus)
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at complete.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at entire.

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #546 by FisherKingKQJ

A slash of yellow sunlight hit my face
From parted curtains and enflamed my cheek;
I woke up in an unfamiliar place-
I was in someone else's bed and meek.
Pretending to sleep, I snuck in a peek-
He was in the bathroom; I grabbed my gear,
Departed on the smallest back door squeak,
The cunning nearly much too much to bear.
He had the large trapezoid, diminutive derriere,
It tempted me to overstay my welcome-
But our personalities weren't a pair,
The bubbly chat in retrospect was humdrum.
I guess that I played a defensive game,
It came across ingenious or else tame.

(Chorus)
I guess that I played a defensive game.
I guess that I played a defensive plot.
I guess that I played a defensive strategy.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #547 by FisherKingKQJ

My left side labia is small near and far,
Compared side by side, I'm afraid of boys;
My vagina smells sometimes vinegar...
Sometimes fishy, the caprice annoys.
Do tomboys give birth just to more tomboys?
I've got a small backside and narrow hips-
Highlighted by cream coloured corduroys-
Book me for Caesarean style clips and rips.
My dream of flounder babies yanked from snips
Alloys my angst about my undie stains,
The white and yellow five-cent sized dry drips,
The colour-coded diary itself strains.
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
When all I want is to be called missus?

(Chorus)
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
Where am I going with the god Egocentric?
Where am I going with the god Vanity?

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

Dear Diary,
I've got a backlog of about forty sonnets, but it's more important at this stage to write them than to publish them.
The two demo cartoons are:
Hitchhiker, featuring a blowfly called Geegee and a mite called Jockey.
Supertanker Stan, featuring a game of gridiron between a captain and a stowaway off the coast of (baked) Alaska.
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

At some stage a demo cartoon will be available from this web log free. The lead characters are automatic tellers. It is an alternative way to segment content, the other style being commercial breaks. :) :) :)

a study toward sonnet #545 by FisherKingKQJ

Might there be one girl round for only me?
Although she doesn't have to be complete,
Disgusting is something she cannot be;
Her company should be a scrummy treat.
I'm done with girls who wriggle, meander, cheat:
The girl who faked it with a push up bra,
The girl who was demure and indiscreet,
The girl who was contrived and la de da,
The girl who badmouthed my dear pa and ma,
The girl who nagged a familiar reproach,
The girl who readily said her tata,
The girl who was a good behaviour coach.
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal,
Maybe could my old flame snuff or repeal.

(Chorus)
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal.
A girl who didn't her deep down self expose.
A girl who didn't her deep down self show.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #504 by FisherKingKQJ

My uncle, like a Trojan, worked long hours,
A hundred hours per week; he'd always upbraid
My mother with supercilious glowers,
Her microskirts, her rouge cheeks overmade.
For family he was a stickler, and he forbade
The mention of my dad the drunken fool;
For junior black sheep, I was nicely paid,
He hired me fresh from secretarial school.
One night, I observed his own golden rule,
On my desk he was striking at a blond,
And intertwining, they sweat a typing pool,
The boss, the sales rep of whom he was fond.
I told my hairstylist who told her chum,
Who told my aunt who supported mum.

(Chorus)
I told my hairstylist who told her chum.
I told my hairstylist who told her friend.
I told my hairstylist who told her pal.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #503 by FisherKingKQJ

Should I wake now, or could stay I asleep?
A goddess carnate decked in fiery glows,
She's loving, understanding, prudent, deep,
Regardless of skin tone, sex, station, pose.
Untainted by rage, or hunger, read up close,
Her sentinels are lions without poo-holes;
Female or male, equal in size each grows;
Each purrs prayers for each smile she doles.
Then, one lion at her feet stretches and rolls
For tummy rubs, and bares gums with no teeth-
The ringleader of these large, clawless souls
Who else subsist on ozone that they breathe?
She won't let me be smothered by chance,
Joy is a cure for my sleepwalking trance.

(Chorus)
o $1,000,000 chance
o $1,000,000 luck
o $1,000,000 fortune


[Autocue3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #502 by FisherKingKQJ

When as I'm broken, disabled and weak,
My loving honey ministers to me;
And while she slumbers, I furtively seek
A soul infusing silent nirvana glee.
When dozy accidental senses flee,
They seek expanding, contracting ribcage,
The tousles of hair on cheeks are a plea
To surrender my material rage.
I'm dutibound to an enlightened sage:
True insight, just thoughts, fair speech,
Also, bona fide action, correct gauge,
Right focus, proper labour, all in reach.
With her, I move forward toward the truth,
Self-abasement, self-indulgence uncouth.

(Chorus)
With her, I move forward toward the truth.
With her, I move forward toward the fact.
With her, I move forward toward the reality.

[Autocube3, autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{After the 1000th sonnet is published, I'll be writing a history drama, based on King Richard the LionHeart, who was held for ransom in Jerusalem during the first Crusade.}
{As for 3d screens, frames per second 60 fps or 120 fps is all I'm interested in. The standard rig would be three cameras on a hoop suspended from motorised helium balloons.}

a study toward sonnet #501A by FisherKingKQJ

A temple friend begged from me a favour-
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooky Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a halfway house?
When I met him I had to muffle wows-
To Krishna and Shiva his prayers were said,
Those luck swastika tattoos worth a browse...
Despite the age gap we whirlwind wed.
We got incensed and talked charkas in bed,
But soon I was humiliated and slugged-
By chance I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.

(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #501 by FisherKingKQJ

A temple friend begged from me a favour,
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooki Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a half-way house?
When I met him I had to muffle vows,
To Krishna and Shiva all his prayers led:
Despite the large age gap we whirlwind wed,
Though soon I was humiliated and slugged.
By chance, I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.

(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

Just getting ready to transcribe from the next notebook. The header for this web log is starting to look dated, but it's not strong enough reason to change - science based colour coding is the reason...and having broken a world record I now feel it's time to take on G***le, Micro**** and P***Sta**** in that regard. :) :) :)

Hearts Spades Clubs Diamonds
K K K K
Q Q Q Q
J J J J
!0 10 10 10
9 9 9 9
8 8 8 8
7 7 7 7
6 6 6 6
5 5 5 5
4 4 4 4
3 3 3 3
2 2 2 2
A A A A

The tower of Babel as it was known to King Arthur, Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot.

a study toward sonnet #488 by FisherKingKQJ

Some fag hags want to go beyond a crank,
Ring up Boogie Board Boys gay escorts
Because they're lonely, others are more frank
And want to add fellatio to cavorts.
So, first the good news to settle her thoughts:
She should gently play with his perineum
Until his smoooth brow with pleasure contorts-
Depress the zone with forefinger and thumb!
Then firmly stroke the borders of scrotum
And bum till his penis is steel hard upright;
All the while she juggles his balls and tum,
Then sucks and circles his knob, breathing light.
She wants more tips for that erogenous zone?
She adds G.S.T. by card on the phone.

(Chorus)
She wants more tips for that erogenous zone?
She wants more tips for that erogenous district?
She wants more tips for that erogenous sector?

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #495 by FisherKingKQJ

It's a yawning feeling which generates
The impetus to exclusive matters,
It's my hot, brusque kisses she venerates,
My huge hugs leave her credence in tatters.
My cognisant benevolence flatters...
Meantime, diners and busboys are wary
Of us two lovers whose cold fusion scatters
Ebullient laughs midst glances chary.
She plays out love's magnetism as scary
To both herself and me, so hard to gauge-
She looks like an old flame sweetly eerie,
With public navel gazing she acts her age.
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not cuss,
About our impulsive deeds, there's no fuss.

(Chorus)
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not cuss.
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not oath.
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not swear.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

a study toward sonnet #496 by FisherKingKQJ

Profound emotions creating momentum
Individual concerns fuse or else sear
Communication soothes away the doldrum
Love is pleasing, secret, privy and sincere.
You're vivacious, poised without compare,
You're charismatic, furtive intimate,
You're my fleshly passion, my stoic confrere,
Your ideas my every idle thought infiltrate.
From deep sentiment deep truths emanate
For apt phrases my thoughts rambling jostle,
You're a paragon of grace and on your slate
Is scrawled kindness, and I'm an apostle.
Your steady, loving glare contains the spark-
It galvanises my faith in me in blaze or dark.

(Chorus)
Your steady, loving glare contains the spark.
Your steady, loving glare contains the flash.
Your steady, loving glare contains the gleam.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

sonnet #498 by FisherKing.rgby@blogger.com

I'm dressing down and doing it placid
The sure fire means to secure his regard;
To try hard is bad as wobbling flaccid,
My chances with him a sure bet to retard.
My perimeters in place won't be marred
By my fiancee who's a polished dunce;
For his diamond grit I don't give a shard,
The new boy has what I saw in him once.
Opportune imminence any doubt shunts
To one side since my bust is ample;
I often lean forward in my manhunts,
Or else lewd eyes from a distance sample.
Our slow burning passion banks up robust,
Some nightstore heat exchanger of lust.

(Chorus)
Our slow burning passion banks up robust.
Our slow burning passion banks up sturdy.
Our slow burning passion banks up vigorous.

[Autocue for interactive movies called Autocube3]

a study toward sonnet #498 by FisherKingKQJ

Can there be an aphrodisiac bigger
Than gasps of pleasure from your missis?
And can there be a dinkier, fleshy trigger
Than her ruddy, peeled, engorged clitoris?
You tolerate a mother-in-law's diss
Of your paypacket, status and dress code...
For carnal pleasure, afterglow premise,
You downplay later the awkward episode.
To your master strokes she squeals an ode,
Crescendo'd like a faux porn star she sobs...
At her cervix you fire your motherlode-
Your sweaty palms celebrate her knobs.
She's a try-hard, not at all a faker-
One thoroughly enchanting lovemaker.

(Chorus)
She's a try-hard, not at all a faker.
She's a try-hard, not at all a charlatan.
She's a try-hard, not at all a swindler.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

a study towards sonnet #499 by FisherKingKQJ

Like any neurotic teenager, or young adult,
About autonomous nature I felt a guilt
Which turned me onto the painstaking cult
Of self denial: I aimed for lightly built.
Around seven stone my fat feet would tilt
The scales even after toe tapping tests,
My resolve into bingeing routinely spilt,
Into dairy cream muffin up chuck fests.
Love is the cure, my own story attests:
Four years I live with a handsome bloke
In Jeddah, diverted by laughter and jests,
The toilet pan bulimia nightmare broke.
We split up as our love went out of whack,
And fingers down my throat are now back.

(Chorus)
We split up as our love went out of whack.
We split up as our love went out of kilter.
We split up as our love went out of sync.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

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I picked up this holy deck of playing cards in east Jerusalem during the second crusade in 1298AD. It gave me a special insight into the holy grail of 3d interactive movies.
Yours sincerely,
FisherKingKQJ

a study toward sonnet #500 by FisherKingKQJ

You shouldn't be in a rush going south,
She greatly loathes a muff diving foray;
Incur love kissing, licking, nibbling on the mouth,
Oestragen is foreplay, foreplay, foreplay.
The demands of her body can seem fey,
Yet is there a more worthy cause for toil?
With prejudice it's just yourself you flay,
Your amorous engagement you despoil.
She's Venus de Milo, not a gargoyle,
Just lick slow her tummy hips and torso,
Her labia open slow, she won't recoil,
Use eye contact, let her urge you more so.
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind boggles...
Are not clitorae such profound toggles?

(Chorus)
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind boggles.
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind flummoxes.
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind startles.

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #496 by FisherKingKQJ

At last I've met a man who's different,
He pulls the toilet seat down when finished;
He's mostly sweet, sometimes belligerent,
He's macho autonomous, not anguished.
But for his every shortcoming I've dished
Him thoroughly: such as marathon sex-
Beneath his prowess I will not be squished;
And some of his affectations plain vex-
Sometimes to his face sideboards will annex;
I swear he likes his bedsheets in a stench,
As his hygiene standards have to perplex;
Finally, now we're steady, he won't french.
He's so poor at listening, and thick skinned...
I love that torso, and he's got me pinned.

(Chorus)
I love that torso, and he's got me pinned.
I love that torso, and he's got me nailed.
I love that torso, and he's got me skewered.

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

3d interactive deck of cards

I found this relic in east Jerusalem in 1398AD when I took part in the
second crusade.
Through it I discovered all the secrets of the Holy Grail.
It is a pack of cards in which the hearts are yellow, the clubs are green, the diamonds are blue, the spades are red. The holy deck.

a study toward sonnet #487 by FisherKingKQJ

I loathe to watch someone forcefully hurt;
That you gag and cough back up my seed
Is torture for me, undermines the squirt,
You screw up your face as if I just peed.
Your biting of my stem, your fisting knead
Of my sensitive balls don't fit my plans,
You've got pornographic views of my need...
Such as your tongue flicking across my glans.
So you take exception to my deadpans?
I shouldn't ruddy talk with my mouth full?
Complete a list with my own beefs and cans!
As you're muff diving you copiously drool.
Remember that flavoured lube on my gash?
It gave me thrush according to your gnash.

(Chorus)
Remember that flavoured lube on my gash?
Remember that flavoured lube on my cleft?
Remember that flavoured lube on my slit?

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies]
[Naturally, the interactive music is flat and off key, it's just I don't want to clutter the screen, so it will be reintroduced from time to time. Each sonnet is a different tempo and the 'colour' is layered just as in mediaeval times.]

a study toward sonnet #486 by FisherKingKQJ

I've told him my secrets, plenty else
About me, the deeply instructive tales
And personal bio, how my psych gels
And from where the closet skeleton hails.
I've told him my sibling rivalry travails,
How it killed me to see myself destroy
Or resort to green mails and black mails
Or boost a boy or clotheshorse as decoy.
How he loves me, his sweet hobble-de-hoy:
With or without that fifty cent gee spot
By sharing bathroom sounds loud or coy-
He cooks for me when I'm stricken by bot.
When money is tight or proviso tough,
Our love saps a knot of more than enough.

(Chorus)
When money is tight or proviso tough.
When money is tight or proviso hard.
When money is tight or proviso rugged.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #484 by FisherKingKQJ

I know my soul mate is out there somewhere-
But what worries me is we've already met;
The One doesn't have to be a billionaire
Or a millionaire - on that you can bet.
The One is soothing in a tete-a-tete
Or heart to heart, accepts my kooky side,
My achilles' heel, too, he doesn't vet
My hairstyle and giggle to dent my pride.
The One and I share silence side by side
Or else complete each other's sentences,
From one another there's nothing to hide,
We shelve false positions and false pretences.
The One is my soul mate wholly in sync,
We share our best laughs at the kitchen sink.

(Chorus)
We share our best laughs at the kitchen sink.
We share our best laughs at the kitchen basin.
We share our best laughs at the kitchen tub.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #485 by FisherKingKQJ

I was kidnapped days into our honeymoon,
Then given a black eye by said bridegroom,
But people who write me off as this loon
Prejudge our love and should closer in zoom.
In bush law, lucrative grievances loom:
He's gone straight, he's finished with banks
And stethoscopes and safes which go boom!
He gives the love of this good woman thanks.
Those police sniffer dogs are silly cranks,
They planted on us meth and firearms;
Confiscating lightbulbs and blowdriers ranks
As civil rights abuse, and everyone harms.
I love him to bits, though he rapped my skull,
The licentious marriage can never annul.

(Chorus)
The licentious marriage can never annul.
The licentious marriage can never cancel.
The licentious marriage can never repeal.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #483 by FisherKingKQJ

The first night of summer quarter was cold,
The darksome drizzle was sporadic and warm,
The mute sheet lightning was a largess to behold,
Backlit the black sea and cresting wave storm.
The mansion lights sparkled her goddess form,
We backstroked twice the hilltop swimming pool,
Three or four lengths might've been her norm,
There were worse means to burn a kilojoule.
She squeezed off her bandeau of crimson tulle,
Revealing her large breasts, off came her pants,
She tugged down my trunks to further passion fuel,
I made love to her in some dogpaddle stance.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no shame-
I kneaded her breasts, then she came and came.

(Chorus)
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no shame.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no disgrace.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no obloquy.

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #482 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm I cruise the Bend Backward Barbara barAb
Bbm In drag and a wannabe bitchboy winks;Bb
Abm I'm witty up close, drop dead gorgeous afar,Ab
Bbm I'm any busboy's for rounds of free drinks.Bb
Bbm My bouffant wig is streaked by reds and pinks,Bb
Cbm My high heels offset this knotted sarong,Cb
BbmMy silver lippy pout outglams any minx,Bb
Cbm I wear padded bras and tape back my dong.Cb
Cbm My glomesh bag and thick slap can't go wrong,Cb
Dbm I like to shoosh and smooch and schmoozeDb
Cbm Primary school headmasters in the throngCb
Dbm As they shriek and screech their who's who's.Db
Ebm Wee Barb's state house went up in a twister,Eb
Ebm She met the wizard of cossie, a pussy fister.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm Wee Barb's state house went up in a twister.Eb
Ebm6 Wee Barb's state house went up in a spout.Eb6
Ebm7 Wee Barb's state house went up in a whirlwind.Eb7

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #481 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm She thinks that I'm a magician or god,Ab
Bbm My acts of kindness are returned three-fold,Bb
Abm I'm just the former with a wink and a nod,Ab
Bbm Life being a zero-sum game at length told.Bb
Bbm But her faith in me certainly does embold,Bb
Cbm Of late I've been an impromptu live wire,Cb
Bbm Her dizzy convictions and ideals extolled,Bb
Cbm All this for lengthy french kisses of fire.Cb
Cbm Her chameleon moods play out on my lyreCb
Dbm A vibrant melting pot of faith in cure,Db
Cbm Her flamboyant support tickles my ire,Cb
Dbm Her optimism doesn't boil up to injure.Db
Ebm A fisher dismisses his first catch to the sea,Eb
Ebm I banish her first kiss, then cash in three.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm A fisher dismisses his first catch to the sea.Eb
Ebm6 A fisher dismisses his first catch to the brine.Eb6
Ebm7 A fisher dismisses his first catch to the ocean.Eb7

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #480 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm You hide your tears in an offset rainbow,Ab
Bbm You're a yin yang bounce back mexican bean,Bb
Abm With happiness you wash away the sorrow,Ab
Bbm You're a considerate and mature teen.Bb
Bbm You're energetic, shy, attractive, lean,Bb
Cbm Emotionally secure, loving, young at heart,Cb
Bbm Presentable, sensual, feminine, serene,Bb
Cbm Faithful, shy, open-minded, a la carte,Cb
Cbm Well-behaved, well-spoken, reliable, smart,Cb
Dbm You apply a speedy kiss to a bandage,Db
Cbm And you're happy go lucky for the most part,Cb
Dbm Scornfully likewise averse to baggage.Db
Ebm So come here, hug me against hailstonesEb
Ebm Which skip like dice a chilly gust disowns.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm Which skip like dice a chilly gust disowns.Eb
Ebm6 Which skip like dice a chilly gust abnegates.Eb6
Ebm7 Which skip like dice a chilly gust repudiates.Eb7

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #479 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm My quadruple bypass through a keyhole Ab
Bbm Has opened my mind to mail order brides Bb
Abm I'm laid back about the whims of a mollAb
Bbm The scrapped Iron Curtain no longer hides.Bb
Bbm She's lovely in photoprints and on slides, Bb
Cbm But she's not the same as in classified ads, Cb
Bbm The wig and slap are thumb rule kind of guides,Bb
Cbm And to be fair, some of us men are cads.Cb
Cbm She's got a daughter, she then superadds,Cb
Dbm Assumes I'm genuine gent and moneytree,Db
Cbm That distance dashes envy twixt two dads-Cb
Dbm I should stoke her samovar by degree. Db
Ebm A magic bullet fired by a gremlinEb
Ebm At my heart from spinning top Kremlin?Eb


(Chorus)
Ebm A magic bullet fired by a gremlin.Eb
Ebm6 A magic bullet fired by a sprite.Eb6
Ebm7 A magic bullet fired by a pixie. Eb7

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactivemovies]

a study toward sonnet #478 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm When he displayed me an engagement ringAb
Bbm And solemnly asked me to be his fiancee,Bb
Abm I knew the de Leer diamond wasn't a sting,Ab
Bbm With cubic zirconium I was au fait.Bb
Bbm If his hands shook, it was a sincere play,Bb
Cbm Accepted of course, our love was awesome,Cb
Bbm And rooted in reality, our youthful heydayBb
Cbm Up till a blink ago, as he was my chum.Cb
Cbm Our first interview was static ho-hum,Cb
Dbm I sought out a flatmate to share the rent-Db
Cbm Else give up the flat and go squat a slum-Cb
Dbm First come, first served was the precedent.Db
Ebm That I'd collapsed in love came as a jolt,Eb
Ebm He'd started as someone who didn't revolt.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm That I'd collapsed in love came as a jolt.Eb
Ebm6 That I'd collapsed in love came as a bump.Eb6
Ebm7 That I'd collapsed in love came as a lurch.Eb7

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #477 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm Minutes minute drag out as ledger hours,Ab
Bbm Six yes men bicker with six sycophants,Bb
Abm Examine tiny print with glowers and lours...Ab
Bbm I dial into a daydream budding romance.Bb
Bbm Bluff oysters know my petty circumstance,Bb
Cbm Towards small pearls they prudently labour;Cb
Bbm I pick those open with a scaled down lance,Bb
Cbm Ajar poke these with a well matched sabre.Cb
Cbm Love's path way can be banged on a tabor,Cb
Dbm Two steps forward, one step back is the jig,Db
Cbm So he's the One first, then a nice neighbour,Cb
Dbm We've made pearly sunsets our special gig.Db
Ebm I'm not too analytical or questioning, now,Eb
Ebm Who's the boy who can be forced, anyhow?Eb

(Chorus)
Eb Who's the boy who can be forced, any-how?Eb
Ebm6 Who's the boy who can be forced, any road?Eb6
Ebm7 Who's the boy who can be forced, any way?Eb7

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]
{Or...music by numbers for all my young relatives. :) :) :)}

a study toward sonnet #476 by FisherKingKQJ

[Characters in this sonnet are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.]

Joined spiritually and physically,Ab
Emotionally on par, heads in sync,Bb
We determined not to further dally,Ab
A biro licensed our zigzag as ink.Bb
She's a gifted scholar given to think,Bb
Adolescent awkward and yet agile,Cb
She's partial to elevenses for drink,Bb
We chit chat about all things on the dial.Cb
I'm not allowed to go into denial,Cb
We take turns at ordering from the helm;Db
She's pleasant company, her key a smile Cb
Unlocking riches of her secret realm.Db
Our first official kiss was in a photo Eb
Snapped by tourist Kanji Hashimoto. Eb

(Chorus)
Our first official kiss was in a photo. Eb
Our first official kiss was in a mug. Eb6
Our first official kiss was in a snapshot. Eb7

[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #475 by FisherKingKQJ

You love balance - and you're prepared to play Ab
A devil's advocate to that end, so you'll argue Bb
Against the principles and causes that hold sway Ab
On behalf of the absent to bias back a skew. Bb
At other times you say things for shock value Bb
With nary a sacred cow round to iconoclast;Cb
At bottom, you're slave to conventional view,Bb
You spare oil cabals, old media you blast.Cb
You jump to conclusions, you put first lastCb
To paranoid effect which I cannot resist;Db
When you're red faced loud, then I'm aghast-Cb
I think out loud: is this the girl I kissed?Db
Our morals are tandem, venn and parallel,Eb
Though your ears, nose and throat are nonpareil.Eb

(Chorus)
Our morals are tandem, venn and parallel.Eb
Our morals are tandem, venn and analogue.Eb7
Our morals are tandem, venn and counterpart.Eb6

[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #472 by FisherKingKQJ

You mesmerise those people who love you,
Although your poses conceal and connive,
As for love per se, you do behove to
The upkeep of guard, for distance you strive.
I believe we can come out of this alive,
For starters, I've leapt down off my high horse
So histrionics and pettiness don't rive
Before your simmering gripes boil to bourse.
You keep genuine faith in love's benign force;
You're a catalyst for personal growth,
Your inner child is a behaved resource
Who leads in time of weakness with an oath.
My love anticipates your rare tantrums
As cute, powerful and quaking as quantums.

(Chorus)
My love anticipates your rare tantrums.
My love anticipates your rare hysterics.
My love anticipates your rare outbursts.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

a study toward sonnet #472 by FisherKingKQJ

You mesmerise those people who love you,
Although your poses conceal and connive,
As for love per se, you do behove to
The upkeep of guard, for distance you strive.
I believe we can come out of this alive,
For starters, I've leapt down off my high horse
So histrionics and pettiness don't rive
Before your simmering gripes boil to bourse.
You keep genuine faith in love's benign force;
You're a catalyst for personal growth,
Your inner child is a behaved resource
Who leads in time of weakness with an oath.
My love anticipates your rare tantrums
As cute, powerful and quaking as quantums.

(Chorus)
My love anticipates your rare tantrums.
My love anticipates your rare hysterics.
My love anticipates your rare outbursts.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]

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]