https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-241-mourning Tears for the lost. en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:27:27 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3934-a-go-to-the-market https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3934-a-go-to-the-market anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3934 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3934 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3934 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3936-aural-sex https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3936-aural-sex anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3936 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3936 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3936 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3942-being-a-beached-whale-in-a-new-friendship https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3942-being-a-beached-whale-in-a-new-friendship I sing of dulcet blessings of high tides rolling and strolling with you the curve of hip the slip of tongue that leads me back and through moon-tugged glances sweet dances with well-loved unknown fancies here by spring's first ebb the web of new love woven between shore and gray buildings dreaming of elm-shade and rhythmic oak waves along the edge of grassy field. sea breeze forgotten, oddly though revealed in gulls retreat to river bed. the storms have passed and we at last are free to love What greater gift than this mad love balm rubbed ... more anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3942 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3942 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3942 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3933-birds-bees https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3933-birds-bees a chipmunk he goes travellingto out the hole he come fromtis gay, so gay, and verily as he scoots there in the suna chipmunk he goes grovellingto down the bread and up the crumbtis yum, so yum and verilyas he scoots there in the suna chipmunk he goes gigglingto in the lassy's soft sweet bumtis good, so good, and verilyas he comes there in the sun. anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3933 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3933 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3933 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3940-el-toro https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3940-el-toro i admiti look funnyin this black beret these short black pantsand clean white hose i had no fearwhen you entered the ring i fluttered my red capebefore your bullshit colored eyes and watched you snort but i know youand howi do not know you at all there is death for meahead. or..perhaps glory anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3940 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3940 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3940 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3937-explaining-humor https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3937-explaining-humor anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3937 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3937 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3937 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3943-listening-to-your-songs-when-you-aren-t-around https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3943-listening-to-your-songs-when-you-aren-t-around Oh, how i envythat fucking monkeyas he slips into your bathroom spies your perfect assyour thick nipplesthe curve of your hipwhere the water shimmiesand dances a conga to your pussy It's no wonderhe knows the wordsto your every song and hums themunder his fetid monkey breathblowing tiny bubblesthrough ee-oooo soundsto taunt those men who might otherwise love you hardand fast and discreetlyright before the summer leaves us all burned and angry anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3943 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3943 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3943 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3939-no-need-for-fauxs https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3939-no-need-for-fauxs There is no rage or fit of envy for those witless fools, those sobbing poor that trot, that tango that titillate the broken hands of fruitless fate as they wander through old to-and-fro be-graped, begrudged in jackets colored slow do not weep, dear friends for eyes that can not see that they are lostin almost-me anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3939 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3939 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3939 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3941-please-.-tell-me https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3941-please-.-tell-me How dare you be a stranger to meyou theif! Stealing away the storiesI would beg. For the honey drippingthere from your lips I would pay in gold in heartbeats, in the desperate moments of lust revealed in sighs. How dare you listen; know my heart,  judge me with silenceand soft kisses. You thief.You've stolen my prayers, the unmarked trailsfrom dust to love, and the hibachiwhere we could have cooked the red meat rawin salty wet sauces. How dare youknow me so well as you hidein the open before ... more anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3941 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3941 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3941 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3938-reggatta-field-mallards-on-top-carp-below https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3938-reggatta-field-mallards-on-top-carp-below I dare not speculate on brown grass or cat-tails; gulls creeping on the frayed edges of April's heavy cotton; the sentience of brown field mice strolling about before the coon cat awakens; or the sloppy French kisses of rainwater along the river bank. Nearby, the falls crush the flotsam that dawdles by in an un-choreographed dance with destiny; a man in a black canvas overcoat watches with glittering onyx eyes the place i might have fallen and... a fretful hoary bitch nibbles her hoary brown pit then barks for want of un-stuttered routine The ... more anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3938 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3938 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3938 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3935-she-wants-a-chuckle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-3935-she-wants-a-chuckle i saw one sitting on her nipple a giggled oooh as her belly rippled i would have pointed it out of course but the blush she'd blush might be worse than all the grief digesting in her belly making the good life so awfully smelly thus, i thought, i'd sit here quiet getting fatter on my fat free diet. anstey Mourning Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-241-mourning#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/3935 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/3935 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A3935