Tag Archives: Poetry

State of the Art

Vegetation day again Ah, the rest period. The time to sit.  The time not to act.  The time to marvel at how I got 12 hours of sleep overnight, and how I just got up from a 4 hour nap and I’m still tired. But my feet don’t hurt as much as they did yesterday.  […]

A poem about having fembot-themed phone sex

I bring to you some verse tonight, I hope that in your mind it sticks, A tale of SCIENCE and delight And having sex with robot chicks! My phone sex jones has struck once more And I must make another call To meet up with an android whore Who’ll gladly meet this order tall. I […]