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(kicking the dust) wow, haven't been here in a while

All folk of debaucherous disposition are invited to our Birthday Bacchanal .. a house party for my roommate Chris' birthday this Friday night. For those of you who reveled in panties at our first Panty Party, and witnessed our backyard firedancing at our Panty Party II, we hope you had a good enough time to come back. But just in case you didn't, we're sweetening...
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The burning floodgates of panties are set to yawn wide this Saturday, unleashing a torrent of panties, booze, make-out sessions and, of course ... laughs! Come one and all to Andrew Harris, Chris Clark and Henry Hoeker's Savage Panty Party II: The Quickening. If you came to our housewarming party earlier this summer, then you already know the power and ferocity of our panty-like ways....
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Thanks to all who came to our party! It was a blast, and it was great to have so many of my friends in one place. We're going to have another party in about a month ... and there will be even more panties ... and kiddy pools and other water toys. Stay tuned ...

Having a housewarming party this weekend. Saturday the 19th. If you're reading this then you should come ... there will be panties:

3225 SE 39th (1 block north of powell)
Saturday, June 19th
503-957-7992

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a...
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"There Leviathan,
Hugest of living creatures, in the deep
Stretch'd like a promontory sleeps or swims,
And seems a moving land; and at his gills
Draws in, and at his breath spouts out a sea."

Paradise Lost

"There Leviathan,
Hugest of living creatures, in the deep
Stretch'd like a promontory sleeps or swims,
And seems a moving land; and at his gills
Draws in, and at his breath spouts out a sea."

Paradise Lost

Bee bit my bottom, now my bottom's big.

Stick-hairly lids
Shroud eyes, one red,
One brown

The eyes glear down to
Tree-knot nipples and unfleshy skin
That pulls from the body
Like an unwanted
kiss

A knee, wrong and unfair,
Holds scab isles with
Rocky shores and red-rock crags

In the jaw, a tongue remembers
Blistered licking on posts and on blood
And on brine.