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    dots Submission Name: For the Love of Wheelsdots
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    Author: Runes
    Elite Ratio:    5.29 - 790/815/281
    Words: 138
    Class/Type: Poetry/Comedy
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    dotsFor the Love of Wheelsdots
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    He said, Let's fuck on my tv
    you and me
    blu-ray HD
    If you let me use duct-tape
    we could even fake a rape.
    Twisty-ties, tantalize
    slide my knife along your thighs,
    kinky stuff, play it rough
    market it as porno-snuff.
    I said, Wouldn't that be funny?
    We'd be rolling in the money!
    I'm so there! Grab a chair,
    push me down and strip me bare.
    Asian men pay bookoo bucks
    to watch dirty death-throe fucks.
    White girl nice, eat like rice,
    choke her blue, I buy it twice!

    He said, You shoulda been an actress,
    you're so pretty on that mattress,
    kick and scream, gasoline
    burning legs, a pyro's dream.
    What's a few flash-burn scars,
    if it buys us both new cars?
    Some minor pain you'll soon forget
    once you get that red corvette.




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      Love the profile pic. XKCD, perhaps?

    Anyway, I've always admired your nigh-sarcastic take on things. Majority of your work that I remember always felt like nursery rhymes for kids who simply remained kids because they knew that growing up would be a bad idea. (And some times, it really is.)

    Keep kicking and screaming, my pretty. you're so pretty on that mattress. =P
    | Posted on 2010-10-17 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      i'm killing myself laughing here!
    ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! i think Alyrose started me off. i could here her from here!
    ha ha ha ha ha! choke. splutter.
    this is brilliantly funny and totally on the money!

    and why knot. j
    | Posted on 2010-07-06 00:00:00 | by Alter idem | [ Reply to This ]
      ROFL!!! OMFG!!! I can't breath, this is genius pure [censored] mad genius, I love it, it's funny and dark and disgusting and true! Runes, you have left me with my ego on the floor but my head in a cloud of laughing gas, I love the you describe the thoughts of both of them, the selfish, masoquist, sociopathic way both of them put aside their life 'for the love of wheels', the pornographic spree of perfection, the way the rhyms just flow....Damn you, girl, you have ruined me. Lol. Fabulous, just incredible.
    | Posted on 2010-07-04 00:00:00 | by 5secondsforme | [ Reply to This ]
      hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
    hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    hahahahahahaha (cough) hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa
    | Posted on 2010-07-02 00:00:00 | by AlyRose | [ Reply to This ]
      mmmm, a recent visit to the old folks home, re-told with flare. Those were the days, did you know that Ester “the glazed doughnut” Miller was the Iowa state bukkake champ of ’49 and the very reason the USA hockey team took gold in the 1980 Winter Olympics. Man, that women had some great stories and technique!
    | Posted on 2010-07-01 00:00:00 | by Nicholas Lala | [ Reply to This ]


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