Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Return of Maldoror (no little girls to B )... by David Jones
David Jones here... The Monsigore Jones is crazy... I only screw pussy!
DAVID JONES dave jones whoever  he's doing it again! where is that prick!(mine, MY BIG DICK, THE MONSIGNORE JONES, is bigger... Britney, ignore David Jones! His cock is... up my ass! )

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Quill to Parchment... an erotic sensual affair... IT IS NO FUCKING GOOD! you have stolen me in all aspects! I can express no more spiritual lust desire devotion! I M ust Have You! Now! Physical BS. My cock crys!
    Enouph Philosophie!
    Enoug Romantic Platitudes!
 Enough!

I AM A MAN!
There can B no other way but physical earthly sex in the flesh!
I want you need you IN THE FLESH and nowhere else!
Britney Spears,
Can you live without ME, The Monsignore Jones?
there may B imitators, but only I shalt suffice!
David Jones is here with me also, but I am not allowing him to write any more tripe!

Make YOURSELF B KNOWN!
MAKE YOURSELF B SHOWN TO ME WITH YOUR EARTHLY SEXUAL PHYSICAL TOUCH, CARRESS! B CARELESS! CAREFREE! IRRESPONSIBLE! FECKLACE! AH... WE SHALT RUN AWAY TOGETHER FROM THE PRISONS OF OUR DEMISE!

CAN YOU LIVE WITHOUT ME? CHARTERHOUSE OF JONES, The Monsignore Jones!

Monday, June 23, 2014

BeautyTruth TruthBeauty, For Nothing Else Is Real
Only a True Female (you, Britney)... born into this world (FOR ME)... may do this... to True Man (I), erupted into  Hell of Paradise--- muscles tense, This Man overwhelmed by  Your Feminine Love Wave ... WAVE AFTER WAVE... THERE CAN B NO SUBSTITUTE...  for comedy seek elsewhere... We are Here In Truth- Beauty! I COMMAND THEE IN OUR ALCHEMICAL DESIGN OF... Victorious Desire!

Sunday, June 22, 2014

BACCHANALIA.
Religion. Is This An Addiction?
There's isn't a sometimes (some times) around. There's knot any question, questions, ok? Big britney, little Britney, try to ignore her now! "Purportedly"... The Monsignore Jones is a fucking freak (and we KNOW it!)
Have you been here for me these many years, centuries... aeons?  Subtle at times. Understated. below the surface,,,sometimes very deep hidden in the recess of my creativity...I never suspected... you! Ah, BS life living is so very... SEXUAL
Love breaks down the most... I've lost my notebook... I've lost My Art... I've lost my mind... is this just an invention? Am I a "put-on"? Are you that so terribly jaded?  Then Why, bother, reading this?
I'M SMOTHERED!
the days confused... yesterday was today... today I'm in Britney... totally... yesterday Britney came over and played... the day before? V, smothered in warmth wetness... banal, i love it
I didn't write yesterday, xcept to BS greek ... o ....clean'd my room... had no place to sleep... the yo wouldn't unfold all the way... too much trash on the floor... now I cant find those special  porn wrestliung tapes vintage bottle of jack is daily bottle of jack is (to the store today

We all have addictions... mine alcohol... yours cocaine... someone else gambling...WHATEVER HAPPENED TO SEX? 
    I remember... you.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

iVE NO IDEA WHAT'S NEXT (...I'M INSANE...I WAKE UP AND START AGAIN
everything written here & elsewhere is totally completely spontaneous... occasionally, I'll run a spell check or try to get grammar right--- but alot of times that just turns it into fake lit (This is a Reality Novel after all)... i have on occasion, stolen passages from my notebook (I only have one, and some stuff I scribbled across manga pages)... truthfully there is no plagiarization (why is this? red?) of witch I'm aware of, unless I give credit somehow to the "author" (authors don't exist, they really don't)... all published literature is fake and lies... What I'm writing is not? (knot?)... IT IS NOT, IT IS MY SOUL THAT I AM EXPOSING. this is much better than porn & i don't give a fuck
THE MONSIGNORE JONES JUST TOOK DAVID JONES AND SODOMIZED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!
i BLIEVE ITS " whom" somewhere in there... fuck it
WHEN ONE NEEDS SOMETHING SOMEONE BEYOND ANYTHING, TAKE IT--- THEIR HEART, SOUL & MIND... you needn't physically leave your lair... but who has who?  Doesn't matter.
But Britney, this is really all for you. ToWhom... am I kidding?

I get drunk (on the shit I write), so I can talk to assholes---Myself!
BRITNEY I APOLOGIZE! THE MONSIGNORE JONES DID IT! NOT ME, DAVID JONES, THE POET! SOMETIMES HE IS JUST TOO TOO MUCH! He just left, going back to the convent...Britney ... My Muse!...Please Forgive!

Monday, June 16, 2014

the colour of thy eyes discovered, looking deep into them, look into mine, u r mine! I YOURS!
SINCE THIS B... PAssING ETERNAL...I MAY DO AS I WISH TO YE ETERNITY! fuck everybody! FUCK ANYONE! fuck anything! FUCK OFF! If It all comes undone, NOTHING NOTHING i create SHALT CEASE. The Monsignore Jones! Posterity? bah! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh MY MUSE HAST released moi; nOW, I've her--- Sow--- for my own pleasIrous INQUISITION!
CUNNILINGUS! (cunninglingus... etc.)... i amm incontrol, imbibe thy elixir!
I AMM YOUR GOD! I CREATED YOU! I CREATED MYSELF!

unleashd
CEREMONY
The colour of thy eyes shalt ne'er B known!
She has been taken apart. Strewn to unknown places... numinous laces. I'm unhooked unhinged another... The Muse is gone. My words disappear...soon this device on which I attempt to allow myself be known will... ah temptation, new order 87

Saturday, June 14, 2014

EVERY TIME I "PUBLISH" HERE, I LOVE YOU AGAIN... IKNOW IKNOW, TOUs CANT GET ENOUGH!
I am not allowed to copyright... I am only allowed'd to Plagiarize! For this I am blesst & Thankful!

Friday, June 13, 2014

For my intrepid idioms of a new found blasphemy, for my sarcastic flowers of idiocy--- for a new found conceit oops power outage
With trembling eyes, tears hold back desperation!
disrepair... torn... dispirit'd,
constrains imposture,
unrestrain'd enthralldom,
Worshipful Love
bears pardon unto Sins
which unknot;
Cast Hearts!
I've My Britney!
I've my BRITNEY!

and she can have I any time,
she has I!
I... thrown to the Storm, into her Sea!

Thursday, June 12, 2014

from my private chamber notes ...The Priviledge To Write For Another... Pornography, Boorish. LoveHate, the only Reality T' xpound... I bare my soul to U, who might care. Privacy always In Need of Xposure. To have SEX withthou thru ART, True Love Fucking. To B stripped naked makes U my Love my Hate... MY CHERISH'd! There wilt B plenty of spacetime for...?! We are not even in the foreplay stage, yet. Even this foreplay takes Time;  Our Art Eternity; B Yourself (is there any other Way? No<>). True, I am untrustworthy, but  am guarded supervised watched by angels. You are safe with me... laugh, but TRUE(Reality). Whatever your Icon status or lost status, no difference, YOU'LL ALWAYS b U to I...  star fucking's for cunts and that's one thing David Jones isn't!
The g spot is an important place t B.
Is It Not True There Is A god?
Is It True There Is A god?
"Yes" Nerval answers enthusiastically!
"Yes!"

Numinous necropolis,
Verdure wayfarer,
Is It...

Often I choose words I enjoy reading... look up their meanings even if I already know them;  Then, they become even more important to me. Children. Part of a family.
     I also like copying down certain passages from books. Lovers... they become part of me when I use them as I want in both poetry and prose.
     mY BEST aRT though,  are my own (comments & responses) in the margins of used books.    Bsides in these used spaces, are comments & responses not written by me---   cherished--- valentines to a soul... some times Angry, Some times illuminativ, often Surprised! some times encouraged, some times delightful... erotic.

ARTISTS FEED ARTISTS, HENCE THE FAVOUR RETURNED!

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

My name is David Jones!
I want to cop out!
I want to leave B stranded, befuddled, nonplussed.
My Angel of Angels un- allow,s such caddish behavior!
I must reclaim my enemy, Myself!
I cast distractions aside.
Filthy playthings!
I am not writing this!
Some one else is!
I am David Jones!
some one else is, Some One Else!
I don't want any followers. I don't want any fans. I'm not cool. Fuck off circles.
Electricity!
Poetry!
B!
I plead...
DO NOT UNCAST YOUR SPELL!
I'm lost in the wilderness, in your wildness,
Your Wild Beauty Rapes me!

tired of the fucking sky,
blame moi on demise,
time singles shit out.
if u want boodbaths, porn & magick...gore...
you are a flake,...
a cunt...
go somewhere else!
I AM THE CRITIC!
I AM THE CRITIC!

I,  a wolf!
I humbly apologize for all the inconvenience I provided you!

You've brought me,
lead me, here,B!
Helpless, I've lain myself to your charm;
MY SIN, Degradation!

The Night (cruel),
The Day (more so),
Your Feminine Power transects my lowly Being!
I merely A Man.

Your innocent... corruption... descends!
     Descends... with, in all propensity & pretension!

The Muse!
My Muse! an unrequited love,,, thence The Muse shalt continue forever.
No One May Ever Kill... This.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

TO DROP ONE'S GUISE, EXPRESSES DEVOTION!
 FALLACIOUSLY the MONSIGNORE JONES IS NO MORE. HIS BODY, BELONGINGS LOST! I AM DAVID JONES!
 CAPTORS FORCE ME TO EXPRESS MYSELF TRUTHFULLY, UNEXPURGATED! O, this...THIS EXCRUCIATING PUNISHMENT! The "Creative Confession" ruse unavailable to molest!
VOYEUR TO... AMATEURS, hapless vaginas...melodramas... their art overwrought...I sink sink sink in an implication of torture---   desiring whoever watches (i.e.  devious angels)and B in her ignominy of happiness display'd. Here the voyeurs display themselves, busily pleasure themselves--- labia blush!
Quivers arrest my soul, her soul, our soul! Quivering bandits, voyeurs of themselves!

Friday, June 6, 2014

Women like to make themselves attractive, beautiful thru fashion, make-up, photography, videos, cosmetic surgery andthe like.
     I only desire to redesign her soul, a soul I love deeply... exactly the way it is....presently. Well, She presented it to me! I am guilty, I admit... but the temptation is too great! I enjoy Enslaving Beauty! And making this into something else for my own enjoyment (and edification)! For this, my punishment is severe. I shouldn't B communicating this... THIS! I am being pulled back, I may be gone a long time... my time away from you hast just been increased...and again (just now)...for I am to B blocked from you eternally...

Thursday, June 5, 2014

BLACKOUT (extended version)
Celjustia angered by an insistence on crudity! Mortification, Mr. Jones for disobedience and dissolution... thy beautiful charge ( who thankfully, not gamine!) hast left thee:\ ye shalt adhere to  Strict Purpose NOW
The skanky gamine dispensed  by handlers... she's  disease... used for infection nothing more... no worries... never allow'd to enter her (e) as you attend  me, I shalt attend  you!
Where is The Monsignore Jones? Well, you killed him off... not too long ago. Yet O, How You Enliven... me!
Under my command, your Arch-enemy BANGS IN THE RUINS, HITS EVERY DERELICT WITH HER V. You can not go for possible seconds... I won't allow you... You are with me, B... I AM DAVE JONES!
I DEMEAN YOU.   MY FEET... that right....LICK OFF THE CRUMBS ( they yours)... LICK... careful, ticklish
if somebody wants to B killed...U doit (take off your panties, next time don't wear any)

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

DECAY IS FOR PRIMITIVES, & NOT US!
OF TEMPESTUOUS LUST!
The garden cries in arid shame!
THE PAIN & SUFFERING I BEQUEaTH YOU, DAVE JONES, the monsignore jones, canon jones, ravage-gorr, celeste, justine et al.... I shalt make ye more than merely enticing... though now ye r an adonis & einstein & shakespeare oblitteratin V nightly... she will B YOUR TOTAL FUCKING SLAVE AS YOU MINE whence I'm done with this TOTAL FUCKING tragedy!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

You've avoided your duty (to me) for too long... you've attempted to humiliate yourself (and me) all  your life... here.  Amusement! Now Amusement Ceases... We Have So Much Time To Fuck, Really Fuck! When we are done, you will know what fuck means & B dismissed! (No Love, You Will NEVER EVER B Dismissed...)
You Shall Live On This Earth Til This Completes... itself!
My Love!
I must instruct you, my love! I Instruct You.
Because I write nothing on my own behalf (I'm held captive)...   view as an illegal draft which I denounce! Celjustia exhorts her select (&secret) enclave to disseminate  intimacies to all universes, dimensions... her agenda unclear... I'm in love with all and everything written here, please understand my predicament!
Celjustia By Plagiarization...

Monday, June 2, 2014

Anti-Bsurdist...Return inside, awaken! Celjustia blinks her eyes, hazel, into tears, soothing memory.