"WELCOME TO 'MERICA, IF THE DELTA LAMDA GAMMA OMEGA STRAINS DONT GET YOUR SORRY ASS THE MASS MURDER VIA GUNS ON A DAILY BASIS WILL EVENTUALLY!" Dr. Kinky Jones, Prophet Et Al.

 

FUCK YOU KINKY.

I HATE WHEN IM RIGHT WAYYY TOO WELL.

WELCOME TO MY HELL <3

 

"Grab Your Gods, or Lose Your Lords, but for Christ's Sake Put Down Your Damned Swords." KINKY

(on the savage state of our messy world)(and unsolicited d#*k pics)(enough already guys)

 

 

Jedi My Oh Me

I'm a long lost lonesome Jedi...

In a crazy world oh me, so my.

 

Carrying a sabre formed by human love.

Catch my feelings, and you'll also feel my shove.

 

If I see worlds hurting, or galaxies crying,

Ill rush in, with zero fear of ever dying.

 

Spread enough LOVE and go on to live FOREVER.

Consider me a friend, and call me oh so too clever.

 

The life we must lead, always with Captain Solo.

Hunted down by all, so onward we must go...

 

If I see you fall torwards me, mind tricks MUST ensue.

The life asked of a Jedi, with always more good to do.

 

A solitary soul with not one bad dark intention,

Forged all alone, and hard to find did I mention?

 

Required devoid of love, and any personal level.

Leaves me to sort out my own mind's dishevel.

 

Clear the soul of any and all evil, time to fight!!!

This world needs us Jedis to help force it right.

 

Grab that sabre, feel it's ultimate healing power...

Join my mission, and make the dark times cower <3

 Even Brad Pitt is a Jedi <3

I had it to here being where love's a small word.

 I'll be what I am.
Solitary man, solitary man.

My mind is telling my I've done all I can, from my Fortress of Solitude.

What's a few more holes in the head, if it saves some souls in my end <3

I hate when I know the ending b4 the story ever gets written.

#Time2Fight

"In the proper hands, the keyboard is mighter than the pen and sword combined." The Web Master

 

 

6/19/2022

THE NAME GAME

I got mind tricks a telling me tall tales.
In the end my brain always never fails.
Used to this game my kin made famous.
Even my own blood does run rather sus.

Made your mind up for you I did.
Never realizing you hit my skid.

Every step you took was really mine see.
Wanted, no needed, you there next to me.

Figured out I was too in your know to begin.
Afraid I would uncover the fact that you sin.
Stealing love like a storm ripe with thunder.
Hiding false secrets from way too far under.

I trapped your thoughts how does it feel?
Go ahead feel free to bow and also kneel.

The game you started was weak as could be.
Kept up my own charade just so I too could see.
Checked out of my own head for some scores.
It was really fun all those times I lived in yours.

Now that it's over maybe let's play again.
I won't stop playing with you until I win.

Sometimes you gotta fool your own mind if ya want to make it thru life in one piece.

Finally my mind feels free.
First thing I've written with a mind that is ALL my own.

Went out for the 1st time in forever on The Strip last night.

Somebody got shot and killed downtown.

Peeps getting stabbed to death on Flamingo/The Strip..

Folks off'ing themselves in Ballys.

Hold it together Sin City.

And the world <3


Cry Cry Cry

 If ya do not shed a single tear for our world, I question your HUMANITY.

 

 

The Wrath of Angels

 Hell may have no fury, like a broken beauty scorned,

Earth may catch all dreary, scorning angels, just be warned.

We march right in, we know the end, still unsettle the wrong score,

Fore this we fight, we bear our light, and often hold a damaged door.

Use our love as you see fit, it never ends or fades,

Even when you show your pain, and stab us with life's spades.

Our wings may break, our bones you'll take, and forget us again be sure,

Our kindness drained, they all remain, this our promised constant allure.

My knees found weak, but back can't break,

Knowing where to carry, every hurt and heart's ache...

Invisible, as we must see, or fear our calling out,

The Wrath of Angels:

We Must Spread Love, Without Any Doubt.


"Devil on my back so I sleep on my chest"

 

"Momma says the devil is always on your back.

And he don't hand out hardly any slack." Kinky H. Christ

When your devil inside is really just a nice guy hell bent on spreading love...

 

KINKY JONES

 

Millie Jones: Eccentric recluse. Porn addict. All around hot mess. In other words, the last person Bishop Sullivan would normally shack up with. But he’s about to be homeless and unemployed, thanks to a bad breakup with his ex. Taking on the role of Millie’s live-in assistant and general craziness wrangler might not be the ideal solution to his problems, but at least it can’t make things worse.

 

*cue Satan’s laughter*

https://jodiredford.com/series-books


CLICK 4 KINK

 

Dear new besty Jodi: Title the next one The Little Devil, I dare you.

Jodi Jodi is so fine, writing kink that blows my mind. Dare I say I wish devine, that she was a bit more mine...

Something about a gal being known as "The Queen of Kink" by her fans that makes me wanna hold her hand <3

I am "The Kink of Hearts" so... Hope you live a life full of happy Jodi!

That she is a romance novelist who wrote a book featuring one of my websites is a rather cute coincidence.

After further investigation, hey there book #2... Kinky Curves... Apparently kinky minds oft think alike...

Making me sorta sad rn that I've so far wasted my creative writng skills on ad text for adult websites. LOL.

And poetry for cam model personas. #RIP Edgar Allan Hoe, you were doomed from the start.

IT PAY$ THE BILLS. AND LETS ME HIDE FROM MY WORLD.

Thanks Ed, if it wasn't for you inspiring my poetry in 7th grade Id be LOST.

 

 

The Little Devil

As my torture sets itself in,

I prepare myself to live real thin...

My spine tingles right before it snaps,

Caught to death in one of lust's traps...

My spirit will rise, my mind will awake,

It will be feelings that know the lonely ache...

My blood does boil as my soul flies too low,

Knowing the moment is over but still marching slow...

The savior will drench me to carry my dread,

Only if I let go will I ever be dead...

 

Find myself Im falling too fast,

Trying to end what I want to last...

As my heart pops, one big explosion,

A fatal trip such strange direction what fun...

My ship won't sail, my wave won't crest,

Unless you happen to peak my best...

Most will try and all must fail,

For my heart is held up, and not easily hailed.

 

Steadfast my trouble does toil and double,

Feel it shrinking closed in on my bubble...

The wreck has succumbed, the dreary must sleep,

Fear not for me as I end with no weep...

Evil hath risen and fallen for me,

The embrace of The Wicked, a Game I can't see...

That is the type of soul I do reap,

I don't play often but always for keep.

 

 

 

Only The Dead Get To Dance With Me.

I admit I'm a dread head, that's sorta what I do...
Never good for nothing, born pure just too lose...
I'll drink your soul slowly, if I only amuse...
Notch me up wisely, or fate will come crawling...
Always in the end, leaves you lonesome and bawling...
Don't fight the false demons, it burns the soul...
Wrapped in contention, which way should I roll...
Got no direction, my winds ain't a blowin'...
What's wrong with me, my mind ain't a showin'...
My doldrums are deadly, so I NEED to keep sinning...
No matter the times, I can't track down my winning...
If a shan't rise, my everything that I take...
Feel sorry for you, I lost my own make...
Lost in my luster, covered and blued...
I bid no farewell, for I knew we are screwed.


"
Feigned affections wash over me
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations
Dream on my dear
It's a sleep from which you may not awaken" The Dead Can Dance

 

 

 Save Ourselves   5:23 PM 12/10/2018

Save yourself and the world might follow.
Love thyself but do not live shallow.
Learn or burn in an angry hallow.
That is more than they ever show how.
Taste it fools as you always swallow.
Forget your saviors and dance with arrows.
The end is nye so die like a sparrow.
Thirst in blood like a bone of marrow.
Cower in a corner as you disavow.
Saving yourself seems the world won't allow.

 

 

Songs of a Feather

The Kinks are pure evil,

The way they slay words...

Singing about a lost flock,

Of downtrodden human birds...

 

My soul is real proud,

That they once ached with rage...

Around the globe as Superman,

Getting better with olden age...

 

Playing hits all along the way,

Warn you not to Destroy yourself...

Another record for me to spin,

A good one to have on the shelf...

 

You might be a Misfit,

When times go seeming too tough,

Wondering when it all will end,

Since life is really rough...

 

Have no fear The Kinks are here,

Lighting us who've been Sold Out...

They'll Catch your spirit if you're Falling,

Of this I have no doubt.

 

I archive myself, both because I tend to rip stuff apart and rebuild it 9 times a day.

And because I like talking to THE FUTURE.

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