Saint

Sup clubheads. It's been a while since I've really gotten a steady chance to show up on the board, much less go clubbin with anyone from here. The last time I went to a board meetup was with blueangel (I'm missing her today), crystalmeth, blackraven and a couple other cool mofo's. I figure it'll be a couple of weeks before this job filters my access to the board...but while I'm here I intend to be the same old fuckin Saint (Literally, or figuratively.) Anyways, it'd be cool to put some faces to all the unfamiliar names. Ciao. Saint!!!

Sup clubheads. It's been a while since I've really gotten a steady chance to show up on the board, much less go clubbin with anyone from here. The last time I went to a board meetup was with blueangel (I'm missing her today), crystalmeth, blackraven and a couple other cool mofo's. I figure it'll be a couple of weeks before this job filters my access to the board...but while I'm here I intend to be the same old fuckin Saint (Literally, or figuratively.) Anyways, it'd be cool to put some faces to all the unfamiliar names. Ciao. Saint!!!

I didn't know you could see my tale from there...that's very encouraging. **Saint flaps his ass and flies away** Saint!!!

Jim was a horny guy. He had a girlfriend, a lady in which he loved to death. They 'DID' it every now and then, not nearly enough for him. Jim was a horny guy. One day Jim was searching the Internet and stumbled upon a provocative picture of Carmen Electra. Jim copied the picture, pasted it to an excel file, formatted the page to print perfectly, then took the risk of printing it in color on the shared network printer. (-Waiting for the picture to print-) Jim was really nervous. If someone else were printing something before or directly after him and decided to wait for their printout like he was...he'd be caught and punished appropriately. Jim was sweating. Jim was nervous. Jim had a painful erection. The printer finally warmed up...finally cropped the picture...finally printed. The coast was clear. Jim was happy. Jim happily glided to the bathroom. He found a cozy stool in which to meditate and palpitate his steak in. The coast was clear. Jim lined the bowl with the mock toilet paper his company provided, unzipped his pants, pulled out his dew-laced erection and found a nice place against the wall to tape the pic up (so he could have both hands free: one to wiggle his nuts, the other to swivel his husk.) He was now ready. Jim began his pleasure. Jim, unfortunately, had to stop his pleasure because someone else entered the bathroom...entered the stall right next to him. Jim decided to slap his slug ever so gently to not disturb his belt buckle and reveal his pleasure to his neighbor. Jim had to stop this stealthabation too...the man next to him was recycling the fiercest Staten Island pile of shit. A little while later, the man left (without washing his hands.) The stench finally subsided. Jim was whacking at the base of his penis once again. Jim got brave. He spit on his penis head. He spit in his palm. He wet that sunbitch up real good and went at it. Carmen Electra was winking at his cock. She was touching his balls with her nipples. Her pinky was rimming his ass. Jim was happy in his own world. Unfortunately for Jim, he had not noticed his stall door was opened slightly when the other guy had shut the opposite stall door. Jim was very unfortunate to open his eyes and find a group of co-workers staring at him through the wide open door. One of the men was staring at the taped up picture. Jim was very, very embarrassed. Saint!!!

A woman that knows her boundaries...what a turn on! Ladies that eventually bow to my manipulation sooner or later ruin my respect for them...what a sick, twisted stand I take, ehh? Saint!!!

I have this red halo around my blowhole... Sup chula. I think we may have met a while back, but I'm not sure if the chula I met had #'s in her name. I guess that would depend on the shade of lipstick you wear. (jk) Saint!!!

Isn't that funny.

I'm back for now. My last job TOOK away my internet. This job's kinda alright for now...they blocked my access to a couple of websites with this stupid filter...we'll see how long I can be perverted in here...missed ya! Saint!!!

Just wondering. I've never cheated on my ladie(s). However, there were times when I choreographed outings for various friends...Saint!!!

Nothing big about that ass...compared to my &!($, anyways...Saint!!!

Slim toes; forgiving palms; artistic eyes; confidant personality; strong & independant nipples; bold lips; faithful thighs; deep back; intelligent tongue; wise fingers; vulnerable neck; semi-curly hair; mischievous eyebrows; mythical nose; open tear ducts... Curious as I...Saint!!!

So there I was, sucking some skunk, minding my own business...BOOM!!! I hear a smackage somewhere off in the bush (Central Park woods). Being the explorative cat that I am, I go wondering further into the woods to see what's out there. It's a bit dark, the moon is beginning to pull its pants down in the sky, and the sleeping rats are plotting their way out of slumber. So there I was, sucking some skunk, deciding to not mind my own business, creeping towards the weeded echo of a slappage. Through skinny stalks and dried leaves, I see nothing (Puff). Yeah, I see nothing. All is well. Not a movement in sight (Puff). The cheeba's starting to grasp my nuts right around this time. My schizophrenia's kicking in...I'm becoming part cat, part pitchfork...horny as hell with no outlet but a fleeing sunset to warm my libido (My girl's off working). BOOM!! I hear it again...only this time it's more like a PATT!! than a BOOM!! The echo plays seesaw in my skull...the branches are caressing me...the night is blanketing my ribs...Shit, it's a ghost, it's a rabid zebra...shit, it's...it's...it's an old lady. Yeah. I see her through the bushes. She's real fucking old. Naked and old. Oh damn, she has a long, thick branch. Oh damn, there's a set of pink buttcheeks wailing underneath her nipples (located just above her knobby knees.) Those cheeks (Puff), I soon found out, belonged to a young boy. SMAAAACKKKKK!!! She flung at his ass. Slowly, I saw the lad’s ass turn pinker...and pinker...and red. Through the darkness, the brightness of his ass could be seen by a weekend weedhead. I had wondered off the silken road where lust tongues action in the woods. I coughed. She turned and saw me (although her head stopped turning when her eyes met my eyes, her chest kept swinging into the direction of the ever expanding universe.) She grinned. I got a stiffy...got paranoid that I had gotten so stiff and supple, firm and eager like a shiatsu in Emeril's basin. I ran. I ran my ass off, scared of what my second brain would do had I stared that saggy beast down with the power of my ego. I ran, and ran, and ran awkwardly for three long blocks...finally in my crib, free from the night, free from the fright, free from the image of sagging tits merging with sagging thigh. I was safe (Puff). I was safe. Saint!!!

Have you ever experienced one of these? Once upon a 2001, this fine gal from Holland was forced up against me on the 4 train headed to work. It was a tight squeeze and her juicy ass practically swallowed my tenderloin. Her face was opposite my line of vision so I couldn't determine whether or not to focus on staying soft or letting my piston rip a fucking atomic hole through my slacks. I got a little peek at her face and decided to apologize beforehand for, you know, the fucking Pisa in my pocket tipping into her cheeks. I thought she'd fuckin punch me in the nuts, but she nestled them and kinda went with the flow. Now, anyone who knows me from a few years back can vouch for me...this is not the first time something like this has happened to me, ya know. But on this joyous episode, Susanne (her name) had taken an extra liking to me. After about 20 minutes of grinding, she departed at Fulton street and handed me her business card (Financial Analyst). Cool! About a week later, I was invited to a party she was throwing. MY god, I stepped in her door and saw about six gals licking all sorts of body parts, and a couple of guys on the floor wackin off. So I'm headed in the direction she pointed me to, and I'm about to sit down in this corner when she directs me to the center of feminine attention. Mind you, I was slightly more attractive back then cause I had this fly little diesel thing going on, not huge, but more slim and tight. So there I was, sitting down in the middle of this tongue fest, and before my ass hits the fucking carpet this fly tanned gal ripped my shoes off. All of them started tearing off my clothes. Now, deep in the back of my mind, I was fucking nervous cause I despise diseases, ya know...they whipped out a fucking trojan and one by one started deep throating me. I was like, Woa-ly shit!!! (I wondered to myself why they placed a rubber on me, meanwhile they were slobbin each other real fuckin raw and real fuckin good.) So there I 'fucking' was, this juicy pair of moon beams bouncing up and down off my balls (shit, the feeling was enhanced. It felt like I had a Brontosaurus cock and she had a maco shark twat, mad hot and tight), my nipples being bit by two asian gals, and I'm licking the tongue tip of Susanne (God she was a good kisser.) It was another best time of my life. I didn't tickle anyone's ass for this privilige, it just slid onto my crotch like rain on a treetop. It was fun. Shit, fun is an understatement! It was rejuvenating, liberating, clean, safe, and a total fucking learning experience. (I also wonder to myself though why I was the only guy getting all the pleasure while I was there.) So, I guess my question to yall is...where's the next fucking party!!? I'm taken at the moment, but I'm definitely down to watch (and maybe sneak a cunnilingal peak)! Saint!!!

12:15 P.M., Friday afternoon. One of these ladies’s got to be horny. Man, even the air is rowdy—air so mild and soothing—adonic perfection. Wow! (Glancing at myself in a window, I'm like an eagle with a devil on my wings and a bulge the size of Moby’s fin peek-a-booing through my denims.) Damn, none of these ladies seem ‘doable.’ What the fuck, are all of them engaged in abstract thoughts, imaginary voyages, and mindless physical actions. (Sniff!) Mmm, that one smelled good. Gucci perfume, strawberry lipstick, and Summers Eve feminine wash. Shit, look at her legs: silky smooth legs stroking to the wind with horny precision; lickable toes; smackable thighs; edible breasts. If I could only get her to realize the erogenous music her moans could make if I were nibbling on her clit. (Secretly rubbing my crotch.) Fuck, my balls are swelling like a wet sponge. I’m feeming for the tip of anything warm and wet to glide across my asshole and swollow my nuts. “Anyone wanna fuck?” Shit, if any of them dared take the time to stare into my eyes they’d know. If any one of them would allow themself the opportunity to listen to their neglected desires…they’d rip my clothes off and glutton my cock like it were Alize. 12:17 P.M. ‘Woa! Look at that!’ (A fine tapestry of African descent walking in my direction.) Whoa! Beautiful fucking tits. I’d love to have kids with her, I could see she’d be a good mother. Fine as hell, beautiful smile, my daughter would be blessed to look like her. Oh man! Her nipples r’ gonna make me cum in my fucking pants. Holy cock fucking shiznits, her nipples are like baby eggs waiting to hatch, MAN I’d suck on them shits all fucking night while grinding that shit in her like ‘WAM mmm, wam wam BOOM wam, Iiiyyyy ooh yeah…SHIT!. Man, look at the creamier darkness around her nipples. They be perfect. Twenty-six B, at least, rocking and grinding with every sway of her hips. Oh my god, look at her hips…holy shit, them shits be the perfect placemats for the erections of my palm…I’d grapple and wrestle them shits all fucking night. Wheew!!! Damn, enoughs enough, look at them fucking abs. If her tongue even touched my dick I’d marry her. Yeah, me and her humping doggy-style to Bob Marley in the summer…that’s what I’m fucking talking about. And as she entered, so she exits. 12:18 P.M. (Life ceased to hold any meaning. The Roman gods must be asleep yet another day.) My lunch break is nearing an end. Time to get on the train to this bitch fucking sexless piece of shit, mundane ass job. “Goodbye crouching titties.” 12:19 P.M. (On the way to the train.) She must be from Texas, those freakles look Texan. DAMN baby, bend down some more, I can see the smile of your asscrack…mmm, DKNY underwear, my favorite. ‘Sniff’. Mmm, do you know you smell so fucking hugable, biteable…definitely hardcore strokeageable. You got fragile hair though, better not grip it too hard. Definitely a keeper for the weekends. I wonder if it could fit in her mouth? Uhh, shit, get out of my way asshole I’m trying to check this lady…damn, thanks… Oh, yeah, a lot of it could fit (Oh yeah baby, that feels good.) She could definitley work it. Shit, I’d fuck her toenails off! I got the perfect move too! Doggy position with a twist. Place her knees on some pillows, let her entire abdomon and upper body rest fully on a futon so she doesn’t have to use a muscle. I’d slide on in very slowly and stay there for a while while I lather her entire back with Vaseline…give her the crazy rub down while stroking her to Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony, smacking that ass and everything. After the CD’s finished, drop some Metallica on that ass and stain her flesh with slave welts, “Howdya like that, BITCH!!” 12:20 P.M. (Still alone.) Nobody seems to be checkin me out. What’s wrong? Am I not attractive? Fuck! 12:20. Time to get on this bitch ass train. Shit, I don’t know if I can make it through the day without getting some. Maybe I’ll meet a chick on the elevator and she’ll let me eat her out while I’m underneath her desk. That’d be phat…then I’d jerk off and cum on her toes while her boss is giving her an assignment.

You're taking it back a couple of years...I'm touched. Hope to see you Saturday. You can get some more info @ http://www.cures-not-wars.org/, or just email me at stjamesr@hotmail.com. I check my email like once a month, but will be checking it before the meeting. Take care.

Sup sup peeples. Been a while. Hope all is well. Been unable to log on at work (Filters). Just droppin in to anyone I'm familiar with...still see a few. I've been working with the CuresNotWars folks for a bit now and wanted to invite all of you to the Million Marijuana March this Saturday. I'll be on Washington Place and Broadway at 11-11:30 ish if anybody wants to meet up......peace for now...Saint!!!

Too much $. I'm working on some other aspects of life. Started training to be a Court Reporter on one end, while working on getting a Black Belt in Hapkido. Been working on my book little by little. All that takes up most of my time. I'm taking one day at a time, sucking in as much positivity as possible to achieve my goals. Hope all is well with you...xo, Saint!!! P.S. Since I log on rarely, next time there's a big meetup, somebody email me, stjamesr@hotmail.com...I'll skip school or sumthin. Peace.

What's up chief. I can't really post all that much. This job taps our internet usage. The rest of my time is split between Hapkido (Butter martial art), night school, writing (when I can), and employing the art of love ~ Wish I could use the net more often...gotta be careful these days, my job's laying off people like crazy. I can't afford to be the poor poet at this time. Hope all is well... Sleep Swinging like sheep over heavens gates Sin Resting it's limbs on the top of a _____ (*fill in the blank with word of your choice, whatever you imagine has a context--interpretation) A victim Prancing a fathomed enticement A blade Casting it's glaze among whimpering brains A praise Showering sound onto hollow ground Awake See the sight of your preditors grin............*SLICE* Saint!!!

Do you remember a time when wisdom was painfree? When, the epitome of a need was suckled by a breastfeed? When your ___ got hard for the very first time, do you remember the joy, remember the time? Cumming forever was a fantasy...a need. One day that need got swept between knees, crept within depths of feminine pleas Remember a time, nipples never licked, being licked? Lips like a burgeoning chimney stick Droplets of fever soaking your temples Hips like bass, pounding on treble Eyes of a phantom eyeing your prize Palm of a tiger scraping your thighs Load of a soul filling abyss Load of an angels kiss atop bliss Saint!!!

you crazy fucks. I don't know what it is about the energy of this messageboard. Everytime I come on this board, creative energy surges through my veins. The moment I enter this site, visions of uncalculated proportions are flung through my fingertips. I just happened to come on the board today, and I'm greeted by people remembering people like Casey and Az-Tec. All I have to say is...Wow. A big fucking WOW that people on this board think about a person more than most family members would. It's freaky. Interesting. Shit, it's like, love with a twist of irony. I've been severely side-tracked in the writing of my book. Work has taken more than a 9-5 toll. It's taken tons of expression from the dome. But, I stroll in here and I'm feeling like my poetic self again. I only wish I had the ability to come in here more often to build like before. I think, no, I know, you guys are sprouting a poem...here goes: What is seen is between realities A decadent mortality of time never tallied Within light, a contrast unseen Deep in gloom, a hand that force-feeds Who has seen the psyche of a dream, weaving like the stars in a universe…careened? What is grand can be fumbled What is mighty was once weak Who is the speaker in a system tweaked by shame, tangled by a grin mocked by enigmatic whims? What is grand can be fumbled What is mighty was once weak Swinging on switches connected to a maze Reinforcing miracles, puffing on a vein We be, travelling like night humping days within a brain, trapped as a soul and a runaway unclaimed We be, smuggling a smile, like the Reapers…entertained Shit. Thanks guys for letting me get that off my chest. Don't know if it makes sense. Don't care. Couldn't have done it without the essence of your auras. Happy New Year...may your dreams unfold into another's foreshadow. stjamesr@hotmail.com Saint!!!

you crazy fucks. I don't know what it is about the energy of this messageboard. Everytime I come on this board, creative energy surges through my veins. The moment I enter this site, visions of uncalculated proportions are flung through my fingertips. I just happened to come on the board today, and I'm greeted by people remembering people like Casey and Az-Tec. All I have to say is...Wow. A big fucking WOW that people on this board think about a person more than most family members would. It's freaky. Interesting. Shit, it's like, love with a twist of irony. I've been severely side-tracked in the writing of my book. Work has taken more than a 9-5 toll. It's taken tons of expression from the dome. But, I stroll in here and I'm feeling like my poetic self again. I only wish I had the ability to come in here more often to build like before. I think, no, I know, you guys are sprouting a poem...here goes: What is seen is between realities A decadent mortality of time never tallied Within light, a contrast unseen Deep in gloom, a hand that force-feeds Who has seen the psyche of a dream, weaving like the stars in a universe…careened? What is grand can be fumbled What is mighty was once weak Who is the speaker in a system tweaked by shame, tangled by a grin mocked by enigmatic whims? What is grand can be fumbled What is mighty was once weak Swinging on switches connected to a maze Reinforcing miracles, puffing on a vein We be, travelling like night humping days within a brain, trapped as a soul and a runaway unclaimed We be, smuggling a smile, like the Reapers…entertained Shit. Thanks guys for letting me get that off my chest. Don't know if it makes sense. Don't care. Couldn't have done it without the essence of your auras. Happy New Year...may your dreams unfold into another's foreshadow. stjamesr@hotmail.com Saint!!!

Through vile cracks on hollow streets A beast of one-eye'd interest speaks Nut-crack the brains of a bi-hearted beast The interest of many lured in by a treat Music of no-one Music of I Vagabonds dwell on a wineglass spine Uproot the veins stapled into the lame Eyelids of no-one perched atop space Follow the footprints planted in drifts Burrow your nose in the base of blind skin Ascensions witnessed off on a plane Legions of no-one beaten and glazed The retinas of lust travelling a trace Through vile cracks on hollow outtakes Tips of a savage wiggling third base A beast of one-eye'd interest takes Tweedling hums on a poisoned bun Cracking the brains of a bi-hearted cherub Irony tapping foundations of 'WE' The interest of many lured in by a treat Saint!!!

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Like a tiger, my eyes be swindling like palm trees Swaying as a hip above pubic interests Being taken out of context is a context of its own Opening up to the chosen few, savoring their dome Whom delights like bats in the sky inhaling lovers mist as a begger to a swig Taken out of context is a trick of sly proportion...Saint!!!

This nation has millions of things to be fearful of. All you have to do is think with a terrorists mind to see all the evil possibilities. There are limitless threats posed to America and humanity as an entirety. Very few people know the truth behind all of these happenings. Some have claimed Jewish individuals staged this entire thing, providing 'proof' behind their statements. Our government says we are 'winning' the fight against terrorism. Osama states US soldiers invading their territory are 'infidels'. Who really knows the truth behind any of these things, the answers to existence, or anything else? Shit, truth is but a perception...isn't it? I'm sure even the terrorists themselves did not know the full details of what and why things were going down. All I know is this: I do not want to hurt anybody. I do not like homelessness, depression, pain, murder, larceny, deceit, treachery, politicians. I do not like the twist of 'truth', if any were to exist. I like weed. I love 'making love'...friends, family, the piggity-pump I get when working out. I love music, the coordination of ass shaking down a city street, the scent of anything pleasing to me. I dislike credit card payments, rent payments...I love testing my coordination with high levels of alcohol. I love getting goosepimplies on my balls when a girl frolicks her tongue on my nutcrack. I love maturity, and one's ability to flee from maturity while appearing mature doing it. You, usa, are entitled to your beliefs as anyone else. You are not an asshole. You are a single human being trapped in a cosmos of universal chaos; A person that has swayed from the prescious gift of 'fucking' and being 'fucked', having done assimilated useless debris into the caverns of your genitals. My friend, anything is possible in life. A person can make a tiny hole in a subway cave directly under a river, and the city would be destroyed within minutes. Everyone, to an extent, knows these things in the back of their mind. Where does your happiness lay? I'd say, as long as it doesn't fuck with my ability to enjoy life, then persue it with tenacity, for some day, your tenacious possibility, can be taken away from you...Saint!!!