Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The Muffs – Kids In America

The most beautiful thing I've heard all year

So very

Aural: My late night aery antics

After blinking, urinating and swallowing, sticking things in my ear is my favourite thing to do, and after a long intimate session of cotton-budding, to relieve my stress over Jordan’s fourth bush-tucker trial, I wondered if aural sex is real, and doable, would I like it?

Ear jobs, aural penetration, going up on somebody...is this something I’m missing out on?I decided first to ask around, to see if it was achievable, but I only received hopes of it not being and reassurance that I will never know until I try.

I googled, but was only warned it will cause me ear drum damage, which if anything spurred me on. Little does "Patrick Q' on Yahoo! Answers know that I'm already an aurally rebellious woman. I was losing hope of being lobefully enlightened and could only look to my close friend Xtube, who often guides me in times of experimental needs.

I searched for anything remotely sexaural but all that came up was a video of a half clothed, blonde woman, showing me how stretchy and foldable (yes that is the word she used) her ears are, which surprisingly wasn't quite the turn-on I'm sure you'd all expect it to be. So I was left as clueless and shut off from the wet and waxy world of conch jobs and tragus rimming as I was before.

After a bout of melancholy at my lack of lobelustre, I came to the conclusion that us few that enjoy the regular bud-job should flaunt our ear-y fetish. An innocent lick before you enter, the tickly cough you secretly love to get when your in too far, the warm feeling when you reach waxgasm.

I welcome the modesty, feel proud that I know my limits, and I do not envy those who live in the world of sexual interear. For as I write this, I think more than anything, with aural - size DOES matter.

Always wear an ear plug.

hella vinnie you sweetie pie

So I got to have a lie in this morning, and after waking up at eleven, with a grotesque mound of liquid as a facial structure, I decided to watch Twilight. I legally (potentially) found a good legal website to watch films legally, and then let it legally download while I prepared for my KStewart lesbian love fest. After a good twenty minutes of downloading, I started watching. 52 minutes later, just as I was getting started, the legal website for legally watching films, exclaims I have watched too much, and have to come back 54 minutes later.

Now, my first thought, was why 54? Secondly, how cruel of you to interrupt a budding sexual connection between Kristin and I.

So currently I am passing the time by complaining publicly about my Twilight box block, and asking for donations of Kristin Stewart films that will not cut out at climax

meadham kirchoff and jeremy scott

hella good, please buy me these things

vrooom vroooooOoooommm

im becoming a coulson, pass me the bike

Socks for your vericose veins Sir?