a study toward sonnet #854 by FisherKingKQJ

You stroked my thighs lightly till I was moist,
Kissed my decolletage and throat and nape,
My green ruche satin dress began to hoist,
Your organ inside me felt like suede or crepe.
Then, you thrust back and forth your fleshy grape,
I strived not to lapse into screamed orgasm,
Pulled in my nails, which had started to scrape,
Felt you blow inside me, in womb core spasm.
Between us, there was much less of a chasm,
Although, since I'd never stopped loving you,
I sobbed and kissed you in mutual miasm,
How could I have envied your girls in lieu?
Why did I let Daddy call you old and wild...
When you're kind, patient, cute subtly styled.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 wild
o $10,000 errant
o $10,000 maverick

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a study toward sonnet #853 by FisherKingKQJ

O, my heart, I must leave you for my sweet girl,
Mount my trusty steed or else mountain bike;
I love your goodbye wave and red bang twirl,
What is there in you that some man can't like?
For you, my hypocrisy, for her, my first strike;
Hairstyles and shadows can shape you twins,
You cuddle a toy dog, while she tickles a tyke;
Thus, my win-win excursion now begins.
As she shaves where you wax your comely pins,
Between two damsels I shall never pick,
I smile my luck, and your oblique chagrins,
As cogs and gears change smoothly on a click.
The long way here is handsfree fast and steep,
The short way there is stopstart, plod timekeep.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 steep
o $10,000 abrupt
o $10,000 ravinous

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a study toward sonnet #852 by FisherKingKQJ

I've just entrapped a boy with whom I click,
Though I'm only going to play me as me;
In past times, I've been fey and pretty thick
By trying to mould myself as a queen bee.
I think that I know his type down to tee,
Dowse inner self and outer self at odds,
Substantiate what my loving eyes can see,
His moving lips moist nectar of the gods.
Then I'm tuned in by his inviting nods,
His words conjure a cottonsheet oak bed,
Fine dark cognac, and with my impish prods,
Sweet nothings french as mellifluously said.
He wants me in bikini top with cute shorts,
And sneakers, though I'm not out of sorts.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 shorts
o $10,000 bermudas
o $10,000 cutoffs

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a study toward sonnet #851 by FisherKingKQJ

My spelling out that auspicious moment
Pushed you away, you looked tearfully aghast;
My clipped tone of voice invoked the foment,
Put fear between us and our mutual past.
My eyes are dry but my heart is downcast,
It's a long list of good times I'd need erase,
The shared remembrances so very vast,
My love stayed true, as everyone says,
We thrived in summer nights and winter days.
Gods and guides of tarot, scry and astro,
Please forgive me, and correct my mean ways,
With the whimsy charm of Cupid's arrow,
My jealous words gild now, without rephrase.
By zodiac signs well timed procession,
Shield my love from envy rid possession.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 procession
o $10,000 movement
o $10,000 shift

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a study toward sonnet #850 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm bringing you back your cute little pet,
Serve penance for belittling his disease,
He should've been off sooner to our vet,
Distressed bald by miniature crowds of fleas.
I'll ask your forgiveness on bended knees,
For tandem optimism and lassitude,
Expecting strife to get better by degrees
Of self healing, elsewhere given lattitude.
Deja vu drives sense near your altitude,
It prints a frown on your sweet baby face,
Coins symbols for which you've an aptitude,
I see a spat about fleabombs and mace.
He's fluffy white, between us, on a beach,
But dare I say, his bum requires a bleach.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 beach
o $10,000 littor
o $10,000 strand

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a study toward sonnet #849 by FisherKingKQJ

Sweet plea bargain as that would-be rapist,
My landlord's locked up in the loony bin;
He made such a botch of hives as apiarist,
Myself, I've seized the garden with a grin.
Hard ten out the pen sounds forever kin,
I've bought in cherubs and gods of my own,
And taken their dear prices on the chin,
On arches grapevines wild and twisted grown.
Bright monarch butterflies have shown
A taste for my bulb dangling swan plants,
Iron Butterfly herself might've singing sown,
In Golden Age of Hollywood prior rants.
On terracotta flagstones with skip and hop,
I kiss the frames from your two dollar shop.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hop
o $10,000 jump
o $10,000 leap

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a study toward sonnet #848 by FisherKingKQJ

You could call it sick - I like to compete,
Will even risk true love, which is a safe bet,
And tempt girls with a boy mine complete...
No tuned in girl has snagged him in her net.
My open heart and open mind sure get
My boy standing by me free of fluster;
Not so great news for rivals newly met,
Amazons clammed by my filibuster.
Love's inward hope tied to outward lustre,
Else serene mysterious, though never wrong;
Love's sometimes this silver knuckleduster,
That joins up megameek with superstrong.
Their pigeonholes soothe the Galapagos,
My boy hints that I'd be galled at a loss.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 loss
o $10,000 deficit
o $10,000 negative

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a study toward sonnet #847 by FisherKingKQJ

I know that you've gotten tired of my style,
But you know that I've been flawed for ages;
You haven't criticised me for a while,
I guess the love is getting chilled by stages.
First it's one shrugged shoulder that engages,
In lukewarm manner distantly unfazed;
Then it's eyes rolled one side that enrages,
As you're a hedonist who craves funcrazed.
The nice things I do of late are none praised,
Forget flaws, I confess imperfect knowledge,
Bad timing, straightforward by bad luck mazed,
Dogeared diploma from hard knock college.
O well, who am I to deny you such license?
As I know myself just through our licence.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 license
o $10,000 permission
o $10,000 warrant

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a study toward sonnet #846 by FisherKingKQJ

You're egocentric and rugged as old boots,
You only live for men's adoring gaze,
Your superior good looks are in cahoots,
As even my experienced eyes can glaze.
Though neither of us offers less than blaze,
The other gender sounds out to enslave,
It's your own house of mirrors set to raze,
You'll purge and binge yourself up to grave.
I'd been in love before your me-first rave
The pyrrhic victory left her smirking limp,
From sequel break ups her couldn't save
So I ask for less, intimate feelings skimp.
I'm going to say what you want as a chump,
When you're besotted, I'll expertly dump.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 chump
o $10,000 rube
o $10,000 sucker

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a study toward sonnet #845 by FisherKingKQJ

You must press charges of delinquent fraud,
On my behalf, against that misleading ad;
Such terms as classic, striking bombshell broad,
The she was shemale and I was greatly had.
You might think me chump, cavalier or cad,
I swear to God that session was prepaid,
And lamplit thingy didn't look half bad,
But seeking slot, on doodle my hand laid.
Your union coppers sure have got it made,
The maori wardens guarding your deep trough,
There's citizen's arrests, comp legal aid,
So they can chase skirt, leisurely get off.
I want you, half ass, to catch this half arse,
Else love and law enforcement turn to farce.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 arse
o $10,000 bum
o $10,000 derriere

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a study toward sonnet #844 by FisherKingKQJ

I love some of your manly quirks or tricks,
You drive your car as though it's a rocket,
Especially when we're lost in the sticks,
The map book useless as a crinkled docket.
There was the time you were out of pocket,
Gave me this ring of cubic zirconium,
You slung round my neck a golden locket,
Cheap as well, not as one who'd shirk odium.
Your engaging good looks work econium,
And fumble loose to one side my bra strap,
Hint tall pedestal or else perk podium,
In taxi backseats, common booze mishap.
You say that you love me down to letter,
Pitying, stroking, fobbing, talk me better.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 letter
o $10,000 character
o $10,000 symbol

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a study toward sonnet #843 by FisherKingKQJ

I've got my cash stashed in a money box,
Away from torrents, fade of sunny day,
My doors inlaid by peepholes, chains and locks,
Near paths patrolled by camera array.
Somehow I don't mind letting sunlight play,
On your sweet face for lotharios to view,
And more fool I not to treat you as prey,
I share the wonder of cool things you do.
I should break you in with a fun curse new,
Dress you in burka that you backwards swear,
Place you under twentyfour hour curfew,
As it's your gold heart I hold much more dear.
In neither looks nor mind you being a dud
In tablecloth garb, I'd concede nose stud.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 dud
o $10,000 bogus
o $10,000 fake

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a study toward sonnet #842 by FisherKingKQJ

Weekends with you, my love, are as thrilling,
Hot drum and bass, cool hypnotising thump,
Crazy parties, odd friends, booze and pilling,
On later, ourselves alone to bump and hump.
The ecstasy leaves me with one sore rump,
Box and tits glowing pink with sinful pleasure;
In its shadow we'll bond strange blissful slump,
Workaday sex being dross by said measure.
Career prospect somehow we more treasure,
Now, we scarcely spare time for each other,
Life waves goodbye to those highs of leisure;
Pill free, I'm as sister, you're like brother.
Next weekend we might have to call it quits...
I'll chance now my turn, thus love you to bits.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 quits
o $10,000 null
o $10,000 void

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a study toward sonnet #841 by FisherKingKQJ

I caught my babe looking down a bustier,
Her boobs were so firm and more than ample;
Silly thought as other males are lustier,
Feelings things he'd never mean to trample.
Latest stressed opportune great example
Of doubts I wanted off my pigeon chest;
Broad daylight, I would pull from his sample,
In pitch black only could he cop a breast.
Skin round my eyes is blacker than the rest,
And my long neck, too, mocks me as a swan,
My shoulders round, exacerbate our nest,
Goose down pillows we rest our heads upon.
Darling calls me his sweet, ugly duckling,
Bar a honk or quack or whoop to suckling.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 duckling
o $10,000 gosling
o $10,000 cygling

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a study toward sonnet #840 by FisherKingKQJ

Now you're away, I'm lonesome as davecat,
Your portrait glazed on ornamental plate;
Your sweet profile laminated place mat
Craves me peck your smooth as skin latex pate.
O figurehead, for you I can scarce wait,
Now respect your need for personal space;
I choose to cheat on you with you innate,
Your thorough mystery unbound by place.
I loathed your silent fume or up down pace,
But now that I have them in spades as trump,
She you wears your enticing silk and lace,
We bond as one dark heat exchanging pump.
Come back, my heart, I miss you pretty much,
As well, your far too quick or listless touch.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 much
o $10,000 lots
o $10,000 heaps

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a study toward sonnet #839 by FisherKingKQJ

My chin trapped with a fingertip and thumb,
In your blue eyes there was a mocking glint;
I was quite speechless as if swallowing gum,
As my mind rankled words not fit to print.
You bent your head down low to peck a hint
Across my beestung lips, so parched with ire;
As yours were tender pressing for their stint,
Expert, soft, slick, somehow my own caught fire.
You grabbed the small of my back into gyre,
Madly, I clasped my arms round your triceps,
Sculpted your wide shoulder blade edges higher,
Then I was grasped tight by your hard biceps.
O, how could I fall for such a blatant cynic,
Who learnt all his strokes in a macho clinic?

(Chorus)
o $10,000 cynic
o $10,000 pragmatist
o $10,000 realist

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

The letter A in morse code . _ is the same as the iamb v /
in iambic pentameter.
The letter N in morse code _ . is the same as the trochee / v
in trochee pentameter.
This means musical instruments can communicate simple
instructions to each other audibly, and create melodies
over a lyric, by stacking.
This idea is similar to the stacking of half notes on top of
whole notes, the stacking of quarter notes on top of
half notes, the stacking of sixteenth notes on top of
quarter notes. It can cue in and cue out singers or musical
arrangements.

a study toward sonnet #838 by FisherKingKQJ

Men have always chased me up with vigor,
Because of red head fragile pretty looks,
But I thwart their dearth of factual rigor,
Can't be a clinging vine, won't sink in hooks.
I'm as tough as open leatherbound books
To analyse, past this snub freckled nose,
Accept the clear pure white skin of my nooks,
Blue vein branches where lacking adipose.
My back of knees, my temples by fringe flows,
My upturned wrists, public blue veins begin,
But in my ribcage pure humanity stows,
Don't count on a submissive, trembling grin.
You'll groom me feisty to get me into bed,
But when I turn you down, I'm poorly bred.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bed
o $10,000 cot
o $10,000 futon

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a study toward sonnet #837 by FisherKingKQJ

My heart tells me you're set up for passion,
But my eyes say you're a knockdown beauty;
My heart thinks of light as a savoured ration,
And stifles glamour out of precious duty.
My gut tells me you're more than just a cutie,
But my heart says you're loyally tailor made;
My gut thinks of female touch as lite fruity,
And blockades personal growth overlaid.
My eyes tell me your features make the grade,
But my gut says you'll tire of mirrors soon;
My eyes think of you under keyhole blade,
And censor medicine against sick loon.
This lonely soul great racked in civil rout,
Heart, eyes, gut run at you as roundabout.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 rout
o $10,000 battle
o $10,000 skirmish

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a study toward sonnet #836 by FisherKingKQJ

Had a large gap between school and uni,
And I was anxious that I'd lost the plot;
Tell me, boyfriend, nor beefed up nor puny,
Why shouldn't I kill dreary time with pot?
You miss the old me who made love a lot,
Who was dynamic and bliss going lucky;
The new me is a listless, withdrawn clot,
I might add, a chick who stymies clucky.
Thus you say the smell on kisses is yucky,
You yourself do like dopey warm numb;
My stumbles and setbacks in past mucky,
Embarrassing small, monumental dumb.
I blow off your third world wogs on a joint-
You lecture my low self esteem no point.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 joint
o $10,000 reefer
o $10,000 smoke

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a study toward sonnet #835 by FisherKingKQJ

My dear hairstylist is one smooth talker,
So many of his friends have died of aids,
Helping out as sidekick wedding stalker,
I decked myself in burberrys and plaids.
I was caught between suitor serenades,
So put up with our lurking near the church,
With widow biddies, glad rag renegades,
Eclipsed by branches of old yew and birch.
Slow death or death had left us in a lurch,
Afraid to crash the large cash bar inside,
I watched my escort's joyful teary search
Of wizened, grizzling mother of the bride.
He wept the bride's white georgette gown,
I whisper asked him to just tone it down.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 gown
o $10,000 dress
o $10,000 kaftan

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a study toward sonnet #834 by FisherKingKQJ

Love, let's tiki tour the compass humours,
You staying alone northeast in so far east;
Love, let's put paid to time zone led rumours,
I'm lonesome south east in so middle east.
You're sanguine phlegmatic, inspire zeitgeist,
Wet cold, wet hot, water oxygenate;
Your calm and courage by set back increased,
Gall bladder, spleen you foxy generate.
I'm melancholy choler, doxy grate,
Dry hot, dry cold, earthen pot near kiln fire;
Bad tempered sleepless, moxy delegate,
Brain, lungs and liver myself poxy mire.
This autumn winter, I'm a vase to fill...
Spring summer, you'll be my bubbling rill.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 fill
o $10,000 invest
o $10,000 load

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a study toward sonnet #833 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm just a weekend sniff, no cocaine fiend,
But it helps me live without hunky guys;
I don't want him replacing my best friend,
Nor do I want a cramped, submissive guise.
You're right, I now say pass on trou and flies,
Think over twice that caboodle we call bloke,
Unreliable male hormone that makes eyes,
Elusive when blatant, smarm thread bespoke.
You say, touche, I now pass on cock for coke,
Though one size fits all in that department,
Please take my cheek peck as a kind half joke,
Twist on me your book on head deportment.
When I'm high there's no abuse by talent,
Self absorbed times near you so prevalent.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 talent
o $10,000 ability
o $10,000 endowment

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a sudy toward sonnet #832 by FisherKingKQJ

I must have been mad or four glass tipsy,
To hook up with you in a student squat,
I fell in love with you, black haired gipsy,
We're starcrossed lovers, so no matter what.
My stomach twisted, looped itself a knot,
I watched you break in with a master key,
Your smouldering eyes, your embraces hot,
Filled me with guilty and mischievous glee.
Your Russian tea merchants might agree,
Who've never set foot on their Russian soil
For generations, on our shanghai spree,
We watch the samovar come to the boil.
My lips in kidnap, your kisses weakened,
This mansion was absented all weekend.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 weakened
o $10,000 lightened
o $10,000 softened

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a study toward sonnet #831 by FisherKingKQJ

I miss you so much since you're far away,
Talking cross time zones engages dangling;
Your gene inset skin flakes beg me to stay,
Perhaps for your child or you cloned angling.
Don't undervalue quantum entangling,
And bountiful ripe stem cells in the nose;
Man, who jiggles us hard without mangling,
Kills us like clippings from fingers or toes.
On gravity strings my love thought goes,
To you, my poppet, copied many times,
Deleting prior selves with previous throes,
The teleporter tests first dirtier rhymes.
We know each other as pleasing habit,
If dying brings me to you, then I'll grab it.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 habit
o $10,000 routine
o $10,000 way

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a study toward sonnet #830 by FisherKingKQJ

Prim friend, my love and I are dirty dogs,
Who ride rigid mountain bikes on boulders,
We dress in nothing but kelp, sand and togs
So admiring each others sweating shoulders.
Scrawl this down in your voyeur bent folders:
Complemented jockstrap and sportsbra swell,
Mutual grimace of tanned laughline smoulders,
Complimented marine and pheromone smell.
Out of my hair he'll pluck seagrapes or shell,
And kiss hot unique smells between my breasts,
And just behind my ear to waft round a spell,
I'll sniff full his scalp as there his musk nests.
Enormous tyres smooth out a rocky chasm,
Togs as bedding now conflate my orgasm.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 chasm
o $10,000 gap
o $10,000 slash

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a study toward sonnet #829 by FisherKingKQJ

Should I halt or coax your instant dazzle
Through some security minded rally?
Smooch-oiled memories gear up for razzle,
Brazilian wax boisterous my hill and valley.
Spark or orchestrate right in this alley,
Redhot love underway scarce after spur,
With my sheer haltertop your brain sally,
My hand on your hand guiding cannot err.
Instinct speeds hassle-saving jolt and whir,
The skirt and pants rowdy, conjuring breeze,
Unzip as crotch free cinch, a quickie concur,
Dust mites imply peremptory as wheeze.
Extraction fans above alloy our heat,
Their dirty churns versus gasps compete.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 heat
o $10,000 temperature
o $10,000 warmth

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a study toward sonnet #828 by FisherKingKQJ

Indoors to outdoors, these eyes quickly blink,
Whelmed then visceral from gazing navel;
I've grown to love you with a friendly wink,
But tonight clammed rods and cones unravel.
There's too much detail with astral travel,
She's no one I've known or met passing by,
Her face oval shaped, not round, smack gavel,
My oath of love to you tapped out blatant lie.
The One's bow lips enflame my lips now dry,
And thorough spread her vision's hyperbole;
Where she yields mega memory through scry,
You've dismissed control of dreams my folly.
She melts snow in the Himalaya peak range,
And controls her heartbeat to heat exchange.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 range
o $10,000 cluster
o $10,000 series

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #827 by FisherKingKQJ

The marriage had gone from hot to lukewarm,
You seemed distant, though at times tender,
And you worked long, long hours as if the norm,
Straight to sleep would your poor head surrender.
I thought that I caught glimpse of suspender,
As you dragged on your shoulder some rag doll,
Through the stake out I was on sharp tenter,
Betrayal well barbed, a grapple ragged soul.
Your best friend ever eager, bright and droll
I sneaked french kisses, he went sweet on me,
His heart I won to smash your two time toll,
With double whammy I planned myself free.
I jettison lead deadweights in my wake,
You heart sneak soldered upon his heart ache.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 wake
o $10,000 exhaust
o $10,000 trail

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a study toward sonnet #826 by FisherKingKQJ

I loathe half baked half arses of your ilk,
Who see cooking as the latest fashion,
Who mix soy milk up with wet nurse milk,
Who shrink quality with aesthete ration.
On my reputation I could cash in,
I keep my stocks as fresh as I'm able,
Lobster ravioli is my newest passion,
My sweet, as I bend you on chef's table.
Where snobs sit out me master of fable,
As I gut line caught turbot drop jaw glum,
As I dice live petals plucked from gable,
I stick a ghee brie courgette up your bum.
My mentor bollocked me as up my butt,
For sniffing at the challenge of lower cut.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 butt
o $10,000 arse
o $10,000 derriere

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a study toward sonnet #825 by FisherKingKQJ

I answered her plea by setting her loose,
To double check if our old love was stale;
To you my friend I feel it is I lose
My sweet young girl now without fail.
The circumstance is not for me to rail,
Inside a friendship predating money,
As volunteer descriptions from regale
Turned you onto my hot bashful honey.
Any thoughts of you both are sunny,
You're as volatile as blended whiskey,
She as witty and you as slapstick funny,
I lose one or none whereat you're frisky.
Tell, do I love too little or too much?
Is your glass over flowing or even dutch?

(Chorus)
o $10,000 much
o $10,000 lots
o $10,000 plenty

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a study toward sonnet #822 by FisherKingKQJ

Your stern gaze tunnelled my inviting mouth,
I tried decoding through your frowns your mind,
For moments your eyes travelled cleavage south,
You cradled my cheeks in hands big and kind.
Our trivial row shrank down to time's rescind,
Bland lacuna replaced foul tempered speech,
Eyes dropped eyelids intimate strange aligned,
My parched lips grabbing at your kiss hot peach.
I held back strange tears acrid hot as bleach,
Blind, you begged that I absolve a blunder,
I weighed up weird if I should sob or screech,
Your hard thighs verse mine our shaking wonder.
I hung my arms around your warm, smooth neck,
My arms akimbo dreamed, me dishing heck.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 neck
o $10,000 funnel
o $10,000 spout

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a study toward sonnet #824 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched them from the corner of my eye,
As he leaned nearer that young pretty girl;
They'd never guess me envy riddled spy,
I felt my fists clench as white knuckle furl.
My gaze took in sunset veiled by cloud curl,
I blinked quick her touch of his upper arm,
His smiling parry over even teeth of pearl,
They were almost coupled in looks and charm.
Here we were on our friends' chic coastal farm,
Though I craved said man of my orisons,
Crude nature of his taste cause for alarm,
My curls red coral, hers red horizons.
A speedboat's throttle down, we two would gun,
For our own universe through setting sun.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 gun
o $10,000 blast
o $10,000 shoot

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{There have been several clues as to what Adam and Eve looked like. Adam has been called
"red" and Eve has not. Eve means eve, and Ada, surely means after, red sunrise and red sunset
in the earliest human language.}
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a study toward sonnet #823 by FisherKingKQJ

Eventually on sweet faces truth tells,
I bet your rumpled early morning face
Has adoration found by someone else,
Unlike my love now nostalgic at base.
So gradually you've mutated with grace,
To crinkled face wrinkled youthful smiling;
Your loose flesh so expert in neck embrace,
Craves May-December toyboy defiling.
Then, your heavy periods, no reviling,
Or now, your quietly flushed menopause,
Methods you make pain small are beguiling,
As you don't delegate the blame or cause.
You're overripe, a blue attractive bruise,
Our sickly peach, intoxicating booze.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bruise
o $10,000 hurt
o $10,000 injury

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a study toward sonnet #821 by FisherKingKQJ

You like to argue for great quarrel's sake,
Your overreaction shades to histrionic,
Established facts you like to rake and rake,
Thorough in dispatching kiss free tonic.
Since I know you, I'll call it demonic,
That way you glorify me with whinge,
Club my shortcomings in slurs subsonic,
If I dwelled on unknowns I'd then unhinge.
You hide score settling in confession binge,
You're fascinating as a garbled scream,
At last I'm in your shoes, I feel a twinge,
Of understanding that we're single team.
As not once do you bellow that I'm short,
I'm hobbling stilleto heels plain your sort.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 short
o $10,000 curtailed
o $10,000 diminshed

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a study toward sonnet #820 by FisherKingKQJ

Was awful to go through its history,
See growling porno starlets sodomised;
Say you hate westerns, don't find this gory,
Still by pages tabbed I was compromised.
My thought was to get the den deodorised,
Wipe surfaces on which your hands lay;
My husband would then be lobotomised,
If my pinch on the situation held sway.
I'd take or leave you libertine or gay,
It's just that I can't bide this double life,
So speak up as you squirm, insult defray-
Explain how I have failed you as your wife?
If you can keep your feet off a table,
You can shut eyes near x rated cable.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 table
o $10,000 bureau
o $10,000 desk

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a study toward sonnet #819 by FisherKingKQJ

You're so wrong as to how much I love her,
You're reading way too much between the lines,
Between your words I blink, I cannot err,
My heart, as well, for her enflamed love pines.
Your foolish action friendship undermines,
Though that seems camaraderie at best,
All mapped out in martial sines and cosines,
I puzzle your fresh, pyrrhic styled conquest.
My love for her atrophied seeks your jest,
So go ahead, with sweet talk you can mesh,
Buff her up for another male obssessed
With her entrancing primps, her toned up flesh.
Say she's not your type, but could still be friends,
To stranger's stranger signals hot it sends.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 friends
o $10,000 mates
o $10,000 pals

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Dear Diary,
I won $25 on Makybe Diva at the Melbourne Cup. No horse has won three times, before. As in the case of the NZ
election results a month ago, I knew the Aussie bookies had got their facts
wrong way up.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #818 by FisherKingKQJ

Darling, perfect men are dime a dozen,
Your standards are too high, too too surreal,
Since he's not a brother or a cousin,
Then you can propitiate or close your deal.
I don't want you denying what you feel,
But so what if he's plucking grey hairs out,
Or capping his worn canine teeth with steel,
He's not the sort to hide a rash or gout.
You're forty now, by clocks you want to flout,
You love his skin tone, eye colour falling short,
In your dream man, undermine your doubt,
Your own failings aired, does he ever snort?
If we loved saidsame glittering gold coin,
You'd be inspired to tarnish or purloin.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 coin
o $10,000 disk
o $10,000 token

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a study toward sonnet #817 by FisherKingKQJ

Them streets of Auckland are little kinder
For blokes like you with a showy handicap;
I would march forward as your minder
To shield you from any gag or slow clap.
She knows of your incubator mishap,
Her Siamese sister wants you just the same;
She gave my bum a friendly, bossy slap,
Said I could bank five grand in your bad name.
She said that life was nothing but a game,
My genetic disease not worth the tweak
Fed me free coffee, then took back the blame,
I said that we're queer bashers as we leak.
Life is a scratchie card or bent trust fund,
You wed, my pretty teller way outgunned.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 fund
o $10,000 bank
o $10,000 pool

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a study toward sonnet #816 by FisherKingKQJ

I've fallen out of love with sweet girls twice,
But for misunderstanding with the first,
But for misleading the second as nice,
Still by misfortune I'm in you well versed.
Your body to strangers you've lots disbursed,
Posed sexy shut in or sultry stay at home;
Those lonely chancers in your arms nursed,
Have been so many names to blot out tome.
Across your flesh, mens' lascivious eyes roam,
My memory of your beauty there awakes;
I rank your oath as froth, my pledge as foam,
For your unknown life my heart still aches.
I'm smooth indifferent when over shy,
Whereas the One enflames as bye the bye.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 shy
o $10,000 lowkey
o $10,000 retiring

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Get a paycheck for laughing during an interactive situation comedy.

a study toward sonnet #815 by FisherKingKQJ

I wonder who's dry humping her right now?
She spreads herself thin with her aim to please;
She rid herself of me through contriving row,
I gave her butt a playful, ill timed squeeze.
She seems more of a show off than a tease,
Top buttons left undone on sleeveless blouse,
A slipped bra strap this side of soft core sleaze,
And panty hems her arching jeans unhouse.
I'm not the first or last to therein browse,
I'm not the last or first fobbed off half done,
But she's the sort to rub and never bowse?
Has she made love to several or none?
Now that I think of it she's a tomboy,
Amused tarts do see through her flirty ploy.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 tomboy
o $10,000 feminist
o $10,000 vixen

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a study toward sonnet #814 by FisherKingKQJ

I know you through your calm golden aura,
Your silhouette rotating slowly to face me,
We're standing knee high in exotic flora,
Some venus flytraps, near an old cork tree.
Our juggled future life ahead I scry and see,
Above your face there floats a buckyball,
It's trapped by avatar Da's cosmic knee,
Pink flames any bad karma do forestall.
You can remember what my words recall,
Arm wrestling, itchy toes flicking out sand,
Those tailgate picnics on the barrier wall,
A low tide curve of Mission bay's pale strand.
Symmetric reversals have us stricken,
Rosey dawn dusk after black sands thicken.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 stricken
o $10,000 captivated
o $10,000 mesmerised

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a study toward sonnet #813 by FisherKingKQJ

I can't be laid on conscious conscientious,
Love asks for one cornerstone that's solid,
Grout gets telescoped as mild contentious,
Since instinct might not arbitrate for stolid.
All your gestures, sighs, and smiles are salted
In motor memory deep, part known clear;
From your spirit time has washed the squalid,
Converged as one my booty calling leer.
I'm jerked round by a gravity string weir,
Lie in bed not counting on next morning,
That I'll wake once more, find you supine near,
I can't manage my pulse, gait or yawning.
My hands roam of their own will in caper,
Stroke your painted toenail, thin leg taper.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 caper
o $10,000 adventure
o $10,000 rollick

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a study toward sonnet #812 by FisherKingKQJ

Digits on that plaque read twenty twenty,
And bubbles cross my lips zipped from afar;
I remember that you'd beat me plenty
Explains me now as this head in a jar.
White coated medics dug about your char-
You'd died asleep in usual old age bliss,
No deathbed blubbed regrets or pleas to mar
Your phoney public face, coccooned from hiss.
I've outlived you, I take comfort in this,
Enjoy strange allergies that pass for pain;
And people would say it so wrong to diss
The dead who might attempt reply in vain.
How young love can somehow yet be saviour,
Cancel blackouts, envied blunt behaviour.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 saviour
o $10,000 lifebouy
o $10,000 rescuer

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a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth being told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 blubber
o $10,000 fat
o $10,000 lard

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a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth be told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.

a study toward sonnet #810 by FisherKingKQJ

Said that I love you one hundred percent,
In troubling times, for better, or for worse;
But now I can't zoom out of what I meant,
And your creek of mischief is now a bourse.
Tell myself facets turn and shades disperse,
The good and bad ruled by our common sense;
You're babble vengeance if not sarcasm terse,
Your overreactions can't help but incense.
I loved your stickles thorough going intense,
Revered you once entrapped by other mode,
Howso small that might be as recompense,
Such storms more such adrenalin well bode.
I'd say that when she's good she's really good,
As you're crooked or plain misunderstood.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 good
o $10,000 dex
o $10,000 right

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a study toward sonnet #809 by FisherKingKQJ

I don't know what you see in your fellow,
You're stranger now to one and all of us,
He gives me looks far from smiley mellow,
You know it's so bizarre for me to cuss.
So do tell him - naff off, go board a bus,
Get on a bike, goof on out of this life;
You can do better than his maudlin muss,
It only squares off as two timing strife.
Stumble, fumble, mumble takes you his wife,
He gets you doing my own bitter trouble;
Too sweet and trustworthy ends crises rife,
Short of saying he's my ex hubby's double.
So, come join us girlies for a shout of drink,
As all old socks else all ersatz men stink.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 drink
o $10,000 booze
o $10,000 liquor

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a study toward sonnet #808 by FisherKingKQJ

We had a great time snorting up the coke,
The fruits of our work as exclusive thieves;
But in the property crash we went broke,
As laundered cash no trace of itself leaves.
Bittersweet my sentimental heart grieves:
My wife who's his wife's identical twin
Got one of them throat cancers that bereaves,
Public health shortlists could not let us in.
We burgled reckless, felt no feckless sin,
Far off dinner parties clamoured violins,
We'd safecrack those gemcases under din,
Gentlemen not vandals, shy of violence.
Old private detectives would envy us,
I saved my darling's life with scrappy fuss.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 us
o $10,000 ours
o $10,000 selfsame

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[Private prisons: "I did not do it."
Public prisons: "I didn't do it.']

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fierce blazing heated
Dear Diary,
It's a golden key to the gates of the Celestial City. I'm enjoying this low tech period
of my life...but it is really bad news for our competitors, because when it ends, I'll
be programming computers to write thousands of sonnets, plays, novels, tv series
movies, musicals, symphonies using playing card algorithms.

a study toward sonnet #807 by FisherKingKQJ

Accusations stream off your tongue as glib,
With covering smiles you're untrusting cruel,
Displays more of love you still want to crib,
I'd soon as tort my tears to rocket fuel.
Verse backbiting backsliders goes your pule,
I shake my fist on your behalf at them;
Verse guttersniping gripers goes your duel,
I shadow your sharp tongue to point condemn.
You could use me as spitoon for your phlegm,
I'd cut my arms if you were just to ask;
Tell me to die, I'll book the last requiem,
Or broadcast me putdown so I might bask.
In midst of tribulations small and fierce,
Your subtle smirks and livid eyes do pierce.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 fierce
o $10,000 blazing
o $10,000 heated

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a study toward sonnet #806 by FisherKingKQJ

I wish that I could get enraged by him,
But he's aware and self confessed in vice;
His flippant slag of girls came off grim,
Yet his brown eyes appeared just as nice.
I've been around the block the once or thrice,
You might call me confirmed, avid cynic,
But after lust is gone, love turns to ice
Give and take become a game or clinic.
Problem is that he's wealthy, outward civic,
Knows what I think without one word spoken,
Else he plays funny, when mock acidic,
Once before by such my heart was broken.
True as true to call him my chosen type
The road defined, also including gripe.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 type
o $10,000 kind
o $10,000 style

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a study toward sonnet #805 by FisherKingKQJ

I didn't think that I'd greet you again,
It was low cunning to beg you with tears;
You didn't deserve the sudden strain,
You say it's an inkling of your worst fears?
In one night club I got odd blinking stares,
Drinks from a photographer on a bout;
He offered me money for baring my wares,
I didn't know that he was a short con lout.
I went back woozy, marketed my pout,
Helped a boozy salesman find his wallet,
Lurch into five star bed and then black out,
One grand hit me like a rubber mallet.
Like my parents we could do real estate,
My work in parenthesis shan't gestate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 estate
o $10,000 land
o $10,000 property

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a study toward sonnet #804 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched his big hand stroke a change of gear,
And his calf quail as he stepped on the gas;
I filled with craven angst just short of fear,
Through motor memories of sexual sass.
His sideways glance made a brief slaking pass
Across my svelte profile and trembling throat,
My figure voluptuous half bent hourglass,
His eyes then narrowed on the road in gloat.
I thought these wondrous things aligned by rote
Would turn to tedium on a bland plateau,
Long after our honeymoon we would tote
Unwanted baggage down from his chateau.
But, darling, he had a gym tuned physique,
Those gasping interludes passed for mystique.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 physique
o $10,000 anatomy
o $10,000 body

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a study toward sonnet #804 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched his big hand stroke a change of gear,
And his calve quail as he stepped on the gas;
I filled with craven angst just short of fear,
Through motor memories of sexual sass.
His sideways glance made a brief slaking pass
Across my svelte profile and trembling throat,
My figure voluptuous half bent hourglass,
His eyes then narrowed on the road in gloat.
I thought these wondrous things aligned by rote
Would turn to tedium on a bland plateau,
Long after our honeymoon we would tote
Unwanted baggage down from his chateau.
But, darling, he had a gym tuned physique,
Those gasping interludes passed for mystique.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 physique
o $10,000 anatomy
o $10,000 body

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a study toward sonnet #803 by FisherKingKQJ

I've gotten used to this world upside down,
That correction of my eyesight via brain;
You flood my metaphysics sotted crown,
With frames gravity's properties ingrain.
Blame presbyopia else ibid cornea strain,
When not distracted, ever I search you cute,
Few other beauties can my red eyes train,
Your bluster challenge, my mad blinks refute.
They babble that you're glossing bad repute,
They gossip that you're shy to hide a plot,
They chitchat that you're bluffing for reboot,
They jabber that you're mum till parting shot.
Between your size and seal expires their loss,
You're double negative bright under dross.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 loss
o $10,000 deficit
o $10,000 minus

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a study toward sonnet #802 by FisherKingKQJ

I heard myself laugh loudly when you rolled
And rested on your elbows over me;
Your lips teased mine but to then withhold,
Your kisses merely breath away yet free.
My fingers read your ribs, thereby did see,
My teasing eyes sparking your sparkling eyes;
Provocation and providence slacked lee,
That love lived by ommission rid white lies.
I heard myself squeal in engaged surprise,
I felt throbbing, then quivering in my boobs,
Around us pulled tightly the white sheet plies,
And melted at the grind of our warm pubes.
Your dashing head eclipsed the ceiling lamp
The saintly sight gave me engorging cramp.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 lamp
o $10,000 beacon
o $10,000 torch

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Dear Diary,
800 sonnets are the equivalent of four full length stage plays.
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kooky eccentric maverick

a study toward sonnet #801 by FisherKingKQJ

My hunch rose from our involved disorder,
Our multi personality spooked psyche;
Bobby had crisscrossed a blue thin border,
Yet Bob and Rob refused to hitch a hike.
Immature frontal lobe teen brainwave spike:
He'd swished another skater in the park,
Impregnated her zigzagging turnpike...
Mad Bob and Rob of timeshare lumped the dark.
Translator Robert, I have made my mark
For Lucky Horse Import Export triad front;
You could say chi-chi wangles are my arc,
I close a deal with universal nod or grunt.
Bob's a barber, Rob's an artist kooky,
Marriage is one crumbling fortune cookie.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 kooky
o $10,000 eccentric
o $10,000 maverick

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beauty glamour pretty
The golden key to the gates of the Celestial City.

a study toward sonnet #800 by FisherKingKQJ

I get my kicks through double jeopardy,
Now I've scored your glandularesque fever;
You quickly shook off your hot lethargy,
My gene sequence could pull no such lever.
Sickness makes me boldest self deceiver
In quasi, proxy, pseudo sexual sweat;
You're my divine, faithful love receiver,
An hour of need turns on infinite debt.
I'm rotten if not neutral, chalk upside bet,
You're wetnurse trophy, if not ugly mug,
My mantra is crazed love of legs thickset,
My tantra is veined dug soft tugged for slug.
Fevered, I called you non pareil beauty,
Soothed, I faked said same as ditto duty.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 beauty
o $10,000 glamour
o $10,000 pretty

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a study toward sonnet #799 by FisherKingKQJ

Everyone in the ballroom was grifting,
Dumbwaiter, bogeyman, ingrate bellhop,
New Year's Eve tectonic plate uplifting,
Illegal and loud download wouldn't stop.
Gatecrashing nark and loyal local cop
Sashayed by to test free grog and nibbles;
Part time hooker flashed a fishnet flipflop,
Clients as sassy friends in drabs and dribbles;
Schizos signed the guestbook with scribbles
One as bush lawyer, one recluse tycoon;
My beancounting wife and daughter sybils
Giving back to society once a blue, blue moon.
Guest houses are for love, poor bottom line,
Overcharging grifters being my incline.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 line
o $10,000 dash
o $10,000 stroke

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schmaltz pookiness treacle
Golden key to the gates of the Celestial City.

a study toward sonnet #798 by FisherKingKQJ

You were the only straight male in the club,
I held you at arms length for the tango;
Infatuation I thought some mummy's boy flub
Though acceptable through rules quango.
We were as one while doing the fandango,
You sobbed in my ear while the band did wail;
You poured me vodka, orange and mango,
One two punches, puppy love quick stale.
You served three long months in an open gaol
For kidnapping me on your drunken lark;
Wherefrom your sorry letters did prevail,
I kissed and cherished each lit watermark.
I love your good behaviour bonded schmaltz,
Drop your tyre iron for an excuse me waltz.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 schmaltz
o $10,000 pookiness
o $10,000 treacle

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Dear Diary,
I feel we're very close here, under the umbrella of Google, to fulfilling my vision of a margin of
dialogue text down the side of every tv screen on the planet.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #797 by FisherKingKQJ

Your opponents thrive on great vanity,
Your attention divert from their own dirt,
Your sparkling facade reeks insanity,
To be pained inside is still type of hurt.
It's better then to risk your fitted shirt
By mortgaged duplex, bug freehold dump;
Sky high and pokey, you may flag and flirt,
You'll dolly up dry rot, sell prior to slump.
What hunch do you house in an aching clump
In your lower gut but hookworms symbiotic
Who feed on your soul, harness inner rump,
Who drag you down fatigued and vitriolic?
Below, hookworms on you lovingly feed,
I feel the councillor dull landlord fee'd.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 feed
o $10,000 dine
o $10,000 sup

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hips midriff pelvis
A key to the gates of the celestial city.

a study toward sonnet #796 by FisherKingKQJ

You dragged three silver clips out of my hair,
And tresses on my shoulders flowed about,
Your fingerpads began to comb and snare,
My racing heart declared a thumping rout.
You raised my buttocks onto tile and grout,
And mirrors all round were bold and snide,
My kiss abridged your garbled, wanton spout,
Your buss cut short my protest as guide.
Your digits fumbled, then unclipped aside
My bra cups quickly, my head stirred annoyed,
And yet I surrendered to swirl and glide,
I closed my eyes, struck by some asteroid.
You forced my thighs closed round your hips,
Marched cross my decolletage with your lips.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hips
o $10,000 midriff
o $10,000 pelvis

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a study toward sonnet #795 by FisherKingKQJ

Raven haired witch whom I now resented?
She was just his widowed sister in law;
Hanger on ash blondes whom he presented?
They were personal assistants in awe.
Vamping frizzy mulatto, all round draw?
She was some ad agency dyke model;
Busty limpet redhead who was red raw?
She was a cub reporter comp up for doddle.
He loved my weirdness, offered some coddle,
Could well ignore paranoia for love's sake,
Play act as this cowboy high with yodel,
Or this gaunt guru winding up a snake.
I was so dreamy perfect not set straight,
Outside my guesses, for him perfect mate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 straight
o $10,000 plumb
o $10,000 true

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a study toward sonnet #794 by FisherKingKQJ

Those beestung lips I thoroughly worship,
Enticed with mysteriously mouthing mime;
Aloud she whispered, for me, "boor" let slip,
I sashayed past her crowd to fix the clime.
She covered her mouth with a hand sublime,
Veined marble, shadowed white alabaster,
Her friends laughed at her joke before its time,
Splayed her fingers, fingered said disaster.
Yet she was still urged onward diss faster,
She conned my anxiety and stiff unease,
Changed my sad looks now as gallant blaster,
What I thought myself, she wrote off tease.
I was no bore, grabbed meekly her life bouy,
I could wear their snide remarks as her boy.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bouy
o $10,000 marker
o $10,000 signpost

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Trivia, babel, clickityclick. Music aspires to being language...and I can prove this by stacking
m.-rse code on top of vu/rse code for machine language sound tracks to 3d interactive movies.

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RED GREEN BLUE

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS
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lam run scarper

a study toward sonnet #793 by FisherKingKQJ

I've scuffled on through that dichotomy:
I feel adrift in crowds, or lone alone;
My recall has missed sharp, dire lobotomy,
The pain of love lost downbeat half tone.
The first tart who cut me short making known
Was a shrinking violet called Belinda;
The second tart who built me up for disown
Was a snooty highbrow called Melinda.
Was a grifting gypsy called Lucinda
Who kissed me off, third tart full of cancer;
Was a moodswing careerist called Linda
Who gave me the slip, fourth tart poledancer.
With each I felt lonely, self on the lam,
My limo is fine for now, far from a sham.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 lam
o $10,000 run
o $10,000 scarper

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The tunes I've been coming up with are sweet, but they arise out of the text itself. The
rhythm is held down with a religious chant of the text in the background. Perhaps it is
v u / rse code not unlike m . _ r se code?
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #792 by FisherKingKQJ

To think that I would give you brush off,
Though you were most polite and sincere;
At your dress code would sometimes scoff
Behind your back, or otherwise wince near.
Your tartan punk did not evince a sneer,
As my girlfiends believed you rather nice;
I felt my spirit to your wooing dints steer
From alpha male sleet, my own preppy ice.
About your arching mohawk I thought trice,
Acquired taste for weed cookies as vegan,
Cried slacker dirt your black-in-mourning vice,
Our kidnaps of lab animals thus began.
As you went bald your mohawk fit a hood,
For love I grew dreadlocks inside a snood.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hood
o $10,000 bonnet
o $10,000 flap

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a study toward sonnet #791 by FisherKingKQJ

I have a daemon who's blandly neuter,
I have a demon who's kindly female,
Who would I be telling which is cuter?
Compounded seemly, they might derail.
My badge is chromosome repressed detail,
Various calibrations of male nipples,
My lips at daemon's bosom lightly ail
I hunger for demon's barren tipples.
They stir taboos, narcisstic big ripples,
X as corrupt Y, doubt as glands render,
Frame us incomplete sun faded cripples,
I've partitioned them gender, transgender.
Fix a date between demon and daemon?
If they're a hit, so tell me to dream on.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 daemon
o $10,000 imp
o $10,000 sprite

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a study toward sonnet #790 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm young, with it, fan of none but myself,
The gymn, galpals and career all come first,
I hook my partners off the rack or shelf,
Like you I like to quench an ample thirst.
In hook up handjob, we're expertly versed,
Anonymous no strings Friday night ruck,
For just one month, then anywhere dispersed,
To strangers who guess fitful feeling muck.
A pity that you were hit by a tractor truck,
I rubbernecked you near the ambulance,
You can imagine my shock, I thought yuck,
Nightclubs too dear for hooking up by chance.
Enjoy extreme makeover, get well soon,
My brand new hook up is a handier boon.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 soon
o $10,000 anon
o $10,000 briefly

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a study toward sonnet #789 by FisherKingKQJ

My fetish started with overheard chats
About bleach blondes, their dark pubic hair;
Were whitish tresses on their crowns ersatz?
If roots were dark, why colour the rest fair?
Whatsoever one man does scrunchie swear,
Another fellow does oath as cock ring;
I was too much the artist for such ware,
With digital photojournalism my thing.
My bag swung micromini strutting bling,
Upskirting her childish brazilian at best;
I felt two portly maori wardens fling
Themselves on me styled citizens arrest.
The judge looked out for any poor redhead,
I did a month in jail for hot street cred.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 redhead
o $10,000 bloodnut
o $10,000 flamepoll

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a study toward sonnet #788 by FisherKingKQJ

You call me baby then babe with a smile,
Side from baby talk, I'm gurgle happy,
Enjoy your overweaning mummy style,
I dream myself wearing a mansized nappy.
Financial distractions make you snappy,
The feintest sniffs of better life arraign,
Open callous, you're peg on nose crappy,
Belittle and disown me scatterbrain.
Your practised feelings far off appertain,
I worry my lips might lipservice drugs,
As my desires on bloated wet nurse train,
Fend me from tinted glass, black limo thugs.
You tease when you deny me your nipple,
Though I'm your unconditional cripple.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 nipple
o $10,000 areole
o $10,000 teat

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a study toward sonnet #787 by FisherKingKQJ

Young miss, go do as I say, not as I do,
Unload your pain on Buddha and Christ,
A calculated break up you needn't rue,
You can't grab back a heart in a heist.
My love was mangled badly prior to iced-
The signs were there, if only for near match,
The final bust up was a brewing zeitgeist,
The hot accusations popped batch by batch.
I slept with some player believed a catch,
Capped a raging long, wild night of boozing,
I blacked out stroking, I recall his scratch,
Later he ignored me for his schmoozing.
From me know that stilted may be so cold,
It does not have the mess of overbold.

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o $10,000 cold
o $10,000 frigid
o $10,000 icy

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a study toward sonnet #786 by FisherKingKQJ

I knew some day would come for appearance
To be accounted for since we're still young;
I wasn't suckered by your hohum clearance
Of glasses thick, skin pasty, lips wasp stung.
Your own looks are okay, not far from bung,
Your handsome boyfriend wise to trade you in-
But his round shoulders must roll off my tongue,
His daddy's booze gene pushes away win.
Love your lot as I prod your tight flesh and skin,
Grunt victorious, bounce off your bum low class,
There's a non-line between scowl and big grin,
Your wobbly tits swing in the looking glass.
Can't wait for you to link words black and mail,
Since you're not pretty pretty, you're my tail.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 mail
o $10,000 correspondence
o $10,000 postage

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a study toward sonnet #785 by FisherKingKQJ

You see that I see your shrewd booty calls,
You know that I know that you shie from shy,
And yet in my gut this still somehow galls,
It squeezes my appendix phantom dry.
You're slave to hormones, easy reason why,
Two play that game and I sign that they do,
I'll scratch insecure chicks while on the fly,
This leads to that, that drops to those to screw.
At strangers I might growl intrigued adieu,
Your friend of gay friend quorum or quango,
Your far too many meets my none too few,
Think it takes more than two to fandango.
Plain facile should I mention crack cocaine,
You're costly, often, rare, love for no gain.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 cocaine
o $10,000 ice
o $10,000 snow

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a study toward sonnet #784 by FisherKingKQJ

Thorough reconciliation thought friable,
Smiles both in turmoil and pressure busy,
No effort making compromise viable,
Our moody fantasies broached vis a vis.
Your dream touched upon, as erstwhile dizzy,
The foregone proposition came by relay,
Indirect, in wild eyed suppressed tizzy,
Strange guilt based perspective you do defray.
You're argumentative and plan decay,
What's on your mind now I don't find clever,
You can't win straightforward, redo replay,
Your absent mind won 't accept a never.
If you repeat yourself you're right in sync
But if you lie, in fright, you quickly blink.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 sync
o $10,000 accord
o $10,000 harmony

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a study toward sonnet #783 by FisherKingKQJ

I suspected bad things from all men folk,
And there were two species- selfish upfront,
And egocentric hidden, but he was the bloke
Who came in through babel blindspot blunt.
He said the king size bed was a lonely hunt,
He said my cowardice was a cold bedmate;
I'd sent his ring back as an immature stunt,
Through our mutual brunette to void debate.
I thought he'd barge in, beg me, then berate;
My headaches became this autistic riot,
My anxieties would roil hard aggregate-
He did not call or knock, the flat was quiet.
Headaches and aspirins in close to dark,
My silhouette plays out sixty minutes lark.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 dark
o $10,000 pitch
o $10,000 shadowy

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a study toward sonnet #782 by FisherKingKQJ

You know by now that I don't love your looks,
You shape itchy scab, else clingy cooty;
Your painless cut stands tribute for your hooks,
As bloodless fine draws your soft quasi beauty.
I'm ashamed of habit paired with duty,
As worse to worst, we'd be parry mutual,
But how I like to bounce off your smooth booty-
Would I croupier make, spurred parimutuel?
Though certain low mood lights do suit you well,
Though you convey ready wit, tact and charm,
I don't shape as fellow for whom you fell-
Though yet once more I seek your healing balm.
No pretty pretty girl, more sweet girl bland,
You've got that persuasive grip on that gland.

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o $10,000 bland
o $10,000 indiffeent
o $10,000 lukewarm

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a study toward sonnet #781 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm getting older but the girls don't change,
As I stir a tea spoon in foamed up latte;
It's not a stretch to call the clothes as strange,
They're varied early in season or late late.
They might be styley when so out of date,
Cannot disguise sashay, mince and wiggle
Chic, artsy, classic, retro, earthy, jailbait,
Although edgy, girlie through that giggle.
Tragic poor fit bras push up, squash, jiggle,
But I like lacy that lines her low cut tank,
Racer that rolls her bare shoulder wriggle,
There's halter open backs I'd like to thank.
I watch for that tie waist accented bust,
Insight being great chance for uplifting gust.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bust
o $10,000 cleavage
o $10,000 top

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a study toward sonnet #780 by FisherKingKQJ

Through brush sales, I commute as bigamist,
One wife likes to kiss, the other to fellate,
Between the two extremes you rig a gist,
Sweet nothings and baby talk which elate.
Girls live to be loved, don't self flagellate-
When one wife's on the rag, in foulest mood,
Then other's organs you nonce elevate,
Your sunny nature won't be grudge or brood.
You can impress always as cool young dude,
By turns vamp their lonely, idolising eyes,
As great referree, you forestall their feud,
And separate them with bespoke white lies.
My city wife spoils me with hardearned cash,
My country wife ruins me with heirloom stash.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 feud
o $10,000 battle
o $10,000 stoush

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a study toward sonnet #779 by FisherKingKQJ

Our lives could be shaped by interpreters,
You should be more careful when you curse,
As you strike through negative integers,
Compound indifferent with far, far worse.
Your words as leaden polished as a hearse,
Escapement bounces in your shrill and terse,
When irony might lurk between your lines,
With constructive critique as obvious signs.
I wish that you would drop you fervid whines,
To acquaintance ears your curses are cusses,
I don't care what that stranger near opines,
Any buffoon an intense rift quickly susses.
Mock slanders leave us open wide for rout,
So try cuss times cuss, it zaps us back out.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 rout
o $10,000 conquest
o $10,000 subjugation

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a study toward sonnet #778 by FisherKingKQJ

Her hand was soft and dewy like the petals
Found on birds of paradise finger thumb,
Her hair was that witching mix of metals
Fine spun white gold, rolled gold and platinum.
I followed bravura with looks winsome
For as long as to make her embarrassed,
As far as she'd assess me shrewd or dumb,
Or wise up to cherchez la femme harrassed.
In my groin an electric charge amassed,
I sighed when she pulled away her knuckles,
As her surprise was on a blush canvassed,
Reassurance sought by her nervous chuckles.
I took note of her youthful effervescence,
What should I feign to deserve her essence?

(Chorus)
o $10,000 effervescence
o $10,000 bubbling
o $10,000 fizzing

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Dear Diary,
I've been looking through publishing houses for business partners who might be interested in cheap text driven as opposed to expensive graphics driven 3d interactive movies. Why do I think that I'll succeed?
1. I believe that porn should be done by pornographers.
2. I believe that films without character or plot should be done by pushers of psychedelic drugs.
3. I believe greed will decide against Hollywood.
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a study toward sonnet #774 by FisherKingKQJ

Quite true: the ends can justify the means
In grey zones of small time, your life or mine;
I found this fellow who looks great in jeans
Deceitfully, though our passion's just fine.
To better work chances, I grew a spine,
Then sneaked my application on the pile
The don was yet to rubberstamp and sign-
Why shouldn't a cleaner use chancey guile?
I found that history was more my style
Than business, though I scored well at both-
I fell in love with one tutor's broad smile-
He asked me out at last, though I was loathe.
He'd figured out the double life pretence;
While I confessed, he finished my sentence.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 pretence
o $10,000 act
o $10,000 sham

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a study toward sonnet #777 by FisherKingKQJ

Real shame that you postpone verbal scorn,
Can't betray with truth within a muddle,
Your sidelong glances are not lightly borne-
Better ice cold shake than lukewarm cuddle.
Virtual he's not round, you can't befuddle,
Averting downward looks, slow eyelid dips;
Your crocodile tears as clear as puddle,
The turns of meanest smiles frame your lips.
Across those lips a rebel mumble trips,
But platitudes far worse would plain kill me;
Beneath your rosy cheeks slide darker rips,
Your stumbling actions but forestall my plea.
It's dumb to be dumped by you underdone,
Piecemeal and mute, it's best din as to stun.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 underdone
o $10,000 green
o $10,000 immature

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a study toward sonnet #776 by FisherKingKQJ

You're far too kind to me through times of woe,
And listen far too long to my complaints;
Yet I respond as if you're my worst foe,
With sarcasm, curfews, and list constraints.
You're an angel hidden amongst some saints,
I now accept the fact that I love abuse,
With each offwhite boyfriend it new acquaints-
On you downs my superimposing ruse.
I'm still in love with him, give him his dues,
Two faced charm, low transferrable hisses,
So I've chopped off your wings as able clues,
When clipping them would assure your kisses.
A guardian angel flit down from above,
You're great as my man, though less of a dove.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 above
o $10,000 high
o $10,000 zenith

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