Some guy flipped me off driving a Honda Fit. I just pointed at his car and laughed till he cried.
 

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no show vs fig in Winter Topical

it's more like, a metaphor for where these verbs drift
where the feline between your green legs isn't purring.
I whisper a singular poem, intervened breaths so unnerving
words strip your soul, sea of stress. these tulips converging
watering your rose-bed. prime faucet, growth blossoms from its roots
inundating so awesome, saliva droplets form caution to your fruit
pass the rush. or taste a grasp and cusps, as this stallion busts
if that weren’t enough. try & answer love. I forget the science
pinned you against a wall. gravities ineffective on your capricorn-like lust
explode inside, where no man has triumphed. this lions magic thrust
most physical law forms can’t resolve this defying act of lust
i’m programmed to fuck. software interprets the code you want unlocking
decipher the matrix surface, aboard this horny locksmith
to unload this perverted trojan horse that ive concockted
if collarbones are for nibbling, the arch you form is my hearts’ synopsis searching
I could sense your chakra flowing, and fully diagnose it as lava whirling.
my pinocchio woody has come to surface, and surely he is not so nervous
to jerk and spit on your prada purses, my serpent lynch. Give God your cervix.
pilot this plane, til’ your metatarsal bones are marked for curling
dress you up in blush hickey pools, that come in forms of bursted galaxies
connecting constellation schools along your basin.
Create a perfect map of these. so innately, the Gods awaken to admire dreams.
jealous of the coloration my tongues creating.
hum a vibrational moan that travels through my lips
& phonetically pulsates your queen, in this dulcet extreme
with such a connotational tone, it unravels through your hips
observe tiny ripples spawn when I palm your backside with force
squirm at the gaudy impact, it’ll feel like a landmine with torque
It’s assinine. But worse, is that I’m a pressure censored drone
one step forward; this leprechaun of golds', registered to explode
an emphatic long-kiss, stops it. long enough for me to inform
interrupted long-breaths, I disclose to my messengers not to go
report our love like a perfect swarm. so exciting when it drips rain
your thunderstorm nails, cleave marks like bolts of lightning on my ribcage
An abstract author would call it : - Athena/Zeus; role reversal bitframe
thought you'd haul my spinal cord along my torso with that look on your face
weather report forecasted downpouring sex hormones once you took off your lace
testosterones useless. There’s nothing that could handle your moistiness
a titanic story twist. Paddle boats first, but I’d rather drown in the coitus
tempestuous fire. You could come test me, if you think that I’m idle
one hell of a cinch, you’d think it was sex for survival for your bellowing prince
the way that delicate kiss, turns into pecks of revival for my yellowish skin
You’re my featherette. My gentleness. This gentlemen itching to guide through
arch your back 1 more inch, that’s exactly 1 more that’s stretching inside you
so settle in this, one more length of your lips', leathery licks
my dollar bills whisper washingtons' ingenuous haiku
while you’re clenching your fist. Id come clench it beside. move
to let you know we’re on fire, I feel when you flinch. souls so close together
they send a message, as to hint, our life forces are vital.
i’m an immense horse, riding on his Pegasus to find you
and when my soldiers enriched. He could spread his wings. Your vagina

Let me start this off in saying I appreciate the lengthy breakdowns you have given some of my pieces. Even if it wasn't long. Your feedback always seems to be genuine and un tainted for you are trying to better the writer through opening up their "writing horizons" so to speak. It doesn't go unnoticed, at least not by me. Thank you. Now on to this steaming pile of jerk booth trail mix. This was the best written posted in the first round of The Winter Topical. Fig's young and knew he didn't have what it took to conquer this sexual Goliath. He hid his face in a corner. No surprise though and obviously I'm not taking a thing away from fig's craft. It's just painfully obv that Blacketh might be the only one who stands a chance matched up against you. You did everything that people can't do with this pic that you were giving. I feel you got the better pic. But I also am an impulse thinker and the more I looked and thought about my pic, the less I wanted to rip it to shreds and stomp it's light out. Maybe even drop a luger (lougui) lugee. Idk how to spell it. Whatever. Alright. I'm laying on my buddies living room floor, in a sleeping bag, dehydrated, socks/jeans/hoodie on. Rubbing my feet together trying to get some last bit of Molly that's circulating my pores to kick in. Just a FYI. I'm hungover. I was cut off before I even entered the bar last night and I was thoroughly disgustapated over. The bouncers were like a mean 315. Fat fucks. I could uppercut force fed his nutsuck but I wanted to remain somewhat civil, even though they decided to give me the shaft before even getting to know me? Anyways. You incorporated every aspect of the picture in this! Bloody tampon man. It was something no other did. People were given fucking open canvas's, ready to get gang banged and all of them except for maybe you and two others, imo (and maybe myself idk) shit diarrhea all over it. Idk if I've said it but this was right around my fav of flirt round verses. I will edit this later on and actually give you feed. Sorry.

Wise writes epic feeds. Not good, but epic.


Anywho, the only gripe i had was end rhyme repeating. Other than that, it was great besides not really being what i like to read. You killed it though, and your imagination is pleasantly bizarre. Good job diaper wielder.

You've never seen me give someone actual feedback.

CORNY

I liked the original opening couplet a lot. This also was my favorite verse of the first round, though.

Vote: Fig

I was being nice to your sore loser self but now you're not cool in my book you lame ass writer. People gas you up around here like you're a topical threat, you aren't EVEN that, and that's your only claim to victory. Stop pming me like a little crybaby pussy because I voted against you when pancake easily manhandled you. I'll let you borrow my bib to wipe your tears and pancakes/nigmas cumshot off your face you cumbucket. @Nigma ether this loser before I do it indefinitely. Feel my baby cock in your bellybutton till your organs implode. You're bad. The only reason you get far in any topical scene is because nobody signs up except fig who always no shows and he'd ether you if he did. And the only tournament where/when real talent actually joined, with real threats, guess who got knocked the FUCK out in the first round? You take this so seriously and you need to learn so much. if you ask nicely, me and some of my buddies can teach you how to write so you dont get shut out by pancake again (though i'll bet an abortion, my crib, my circumcision foreskin that you'll get shutout again by him if i did help you) like uh-oh said, he took the words out of my baby mouth. Last time you tried to hijack my thread like you were some big shit promoting your lame ass battle. This is my area. If I wanted to join topical tourney's you wouldnt make it past any round you got matched up against me. but, i don't really care for this, i actually just joined to read the mags and watch you get ethered again. don't ever say i write like you again, that's not even a subtle compliment on your patronizing behalf. it's actually an insult to someone like me. or my buddies, or anybody in my imaginary netcees faction.

go nuzzle a hooter with your nuker.

WHOS YOUR DADDY

these are the cries of the carrot.