Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
I hope that you're up for some fun,
cause I'll be caressing your bum,
your nips I am tweaking
even as I am speaking,
don't think about trying to run!

running of the bulls
bum steer
for the bovine
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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running of the bulls
bum steer
for the bovine



The cows are all running away
From the bulls and the steers in the hay...
Most likely the reason
Is they’re not in season-
They’re meant to be mating in May.
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The cows are all running away
From the bulls and the steers in the hay...
Most likely the reason
Is they’re not in season-
They’re meant to be mating in May.

bossy abandons refrain,
compelled to entertain
bull desires amidst the hay
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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bossy abandons refrain,
compelled to entertain
bull desires amidst the hay



The bossy queen named Pasiphaë
The handsome white bull wished to lay-
Daedalus obliged,
The bull got inside:
the minotaur was on the way.
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The bossy queen named Pasiphaë
The handsome white bull wished to lay-
Daedalus obliged,
The bull got inside:
the minotaur was on the way.

Pasiphaë said to Minos, "You cretan!
Do you have any idea what you're eatin'?"
"Is it from Brazil
cause it taste like veal"
"No, that's minotaur testicles flat beatin'!"

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How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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Pasiphaë said to Minos, "You cretan!
Do you have any idea what you're eatin'?"
"Is it from Brazil
cause it taste like veal"
"No, that's minotaur testicles flat beatin'!"


Poseidon sent Minos the beast
For which Pasiphae’s love was (at best)
Rather alarming
And not very charming-
You don’t want to hear all the rest....
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Poseidon sent Minos the beast
For which Pasiphae’s love was (at best)
Rather alarming
And not very charming-
You don’t want to hear all the rest....

Poseidon's a beast,
or so I've been told,
to Hades I heard,
he sold his soul.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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Poseidon's a beast,
or so I've been told,
to Hades I heard,
he sold his soul.


He sold his soul to Satan-
It wasn’t even black;
And then he lived quite holy-like
(He wanted the thing back)
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It wasn’t even black,
cause the bull was glowing white,
he gave it to Pasiphae,
sometime late at night.
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It wasn’t even black,
cause the bull was glowing white,
he gave it to Pasiphae,
sometime late at night.




The bull how it glowed with strange light
Pasiphae thought it looked quite alright-
‘You handsome white bovine
You surely shall be mine’
(And that was all done in plain sight)
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The bull how it glowed with strange light
Pasiphae thought it looked quite alright-
‘You handsome white bovine
You surely shall be mine’
(And that was all done in plain sight)



Pasiphae loved the Cretan Bull white
(Poseidon had cursed her alright!)
Invented Daedalus
a way to it’s phallus
for her which she used with delight.

Pasiphae loved the Cretan Bull white
(Poseidon had cursed her alright!)
Invented Daedalus
A way to it’s phallus
for her which she used with delight.




Poseidon's delight was the sea
And taking the virginity
Of maidens and men-
No surprise then
His bewildering family tree.
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Poseidon's delight was the sea
And taking the virginity
Of maidens and men-
No surprise then
His bewildering family tree.

be wilder
a flying leap
death or delight
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be wilder
a flying leap
death or delight



flying leap on a bungee-
rope tied quite tight at the knee,
no longer scared...
my knickers are bared-
still I’m smiling delightedly
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flying leap on a bungee-
rope tied quite tight at the knee,
no longer scared...
my knickers are bared-
still I’m smiling delightedly

I had a spongy bungee
I tied her hands and knees,
and when I held it in my hands
harder, she did plead.

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I had a spongy bungee
I tied her hands and knees,
and when I held it in my hands
harder, she did plead.

He put his hand upon my knee-
I frowned and told him no...
He just didn’t appeal to me-
I was glad to see him go.
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He put his hand upon my knee-
I frowned and told him no...
He just didn’t appeal to me-
I was glad to see him go.


The universe has knees that glow
The devil's frown among them
Our paths are stacked row onto row
Time's fabric sewn to hem them

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The universe has knees that glow
The devil's frown among them
Our paths are stacked row onto row
Time's fabric sewn to hem them


The devil will frown at me when I am dead
For into Hades I shall not be led
Good people don’t go there (or so I have read)
I’m bound for heavenly places instead
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The devil will frown at me when I am dead
For into Hades I shall not be led
Good people don’t go there (or so I have read)
I’m bound for heavenly places instead


We sing our songs amongst the dead;
Each note precisely written down.
When dust dissolves, when blood is bled;
This sea of notes is where we drown

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We sing our songs amongst the dead;
Each note precisely written down.
When dust dissolves, when blood is bled;
This sea of notes is where we drown




Among the dead in their graves I will roam
in the cemetery close to my home-
because someday
in my own grave I’ll lay...
I might as well first get to know ‘em!
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Among the dead in their graves I will roam
in the cemetery close to my home-
because someday
in my own grave I’ll lay...
I might as well first get to know ‘em!

I will be grave tomorrow,
dead and in the ground,
no matter what they try,
I'll still wear a frown.
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