Android Lovemake--and all that jazz

   
   "Android Lovemake--and all that jazz"
   
   We are having too much fun.  What, like 37% of everything downloaded on the Internet is hardcore porn?  Is there anything anymore save hardcore porn?  Sex is sport nowadays.  Taming of the Shrew has been discarded to Oscar the Grouch's filthy habitat.  Put some hand sanitizer in there dude; regardless, besides women now being empowered by enjoying sex, there is the android factor.  Yup, we'll build them, not reminded of movies like TERMINATOR where they turn on us--cause we're having too much fun.
   Verily, our ultimate goal for the android humanoid is:  to engage them in all-out intercourse.  We want to have sloppy, fluidic climax into or onto our creations.  At least the geeks do.  And what happens when a male android pleasures your wife to perfection?  He is programmed to her physical needs, fitting in symmetrical, pulsating fashion, like a cranking piston without a conscience. Thus, we need the Spirit.  The human spirit.  Don't let Sam Jackson kill that motherf%&*ing Spirit.  Hell, human guys may like the challenge.  Don't count out a hybrid Yankee/Redneck infused with Christ harnessing and sharing knowledge on how to harness that flowing Spirit.     
     

Vulcan Tension

   
   "Vulcan Tension"
   
Aboard a starship; plus, infused with logic to abstain--
Very much tension do you gain,
And as the galactic physician McCoy always mocked Spock,
He didn't count on a green-blooded alien to have secured logic's lock;
Thus, to the good doctor he might, being tense, say:
"Teabag my neglected scrotum this very day."
For Vulcans are humanoids--very clean,
Haunting outer space with android mien.   

Jazzmin Flush (79)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (79)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush rushed away into dastardly danger after receiving a cryptic message on her holo-phone from Mister Merlin Pope; indeed, the trans-weird gentleman was no longer securely behind laser beam bars, but had used his suave weirdness to make a privileged escape--now:  on the lam, but reaching out to Jazzmin for whatever reasons.  Distraught by life; thus, being a bit stupid, Jazzmin went to engage Pope in some sort of symposium within the realm of public safety; specifically, BUSTER'S CHEESE LOUNGE, where GOUDA was bragged on as a lung cancer protector.  Anyway, Jazzmin found her way within the modest hole inside a suburban strip mall, mercurially noticing Mr. Pope's feminine eyes and yet strong male luster.  She blew the gold out of her eyes, taking a cautious seat in front of the bizarre character as he calmly snacked on some Wisconsin Cheddar.
   
MERLIN
I prefer Colby cheese as a yellow cheese--much softer texture.
  
JAZZMIN
What exactly do you want?

MERLIN
You're in a carnal dilemma.  I heard it whispered by way of the Four Winds.

JAZZMIN
You tried to wreck my life.  Why am I even talking to you?
   
MERLIN
You need Good Counsel.  And, Miss Jazzmin Flush--I am here to give it.  I urge you to make love to your boyfriend Thomas after a Catholic ceremony of marriage.
  
JAZZMIN
Now--I'll never do it!  Thanks for making my decision easier.
   
MERLIN
Perhaps I'm tricking you, yes.  Perhaps you have no idea why I called you into this shabby snack-shack underneath the daystar's illuminating truth of esoteric things.
  
JAZZMIN
Still, I go God's Way.  Not yours.  Now excuse me, I have a loving family to gel with.  Have a nice life.
  
   Jazzmin exits, flushed.  Merlin eats his Wisconsin Cheddar and grins in wicked fashion.  

Ladies like a V-8 motor

   
   "Ladies like a V-8 motor"
   
Hey boys, if you have a 409--call me;
Still, a small block Ford 302 does tickle me till I pee.
Yup, the Boss 302 out accelerates the Boss 429,
Which is made for ultra high speed cruising--so divine,
And I don't mind a turbo-charged V-6;
Plus, I'll even date a super-charged 4 cylinder, with a stick in the mix.
Look, women date guys cause they got muscle cars;
Today, having a hot rod gets you in the lasso of Deputy Dawg--behind bars. 
  

 

Jazzmin Flush (78)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (78)"
   
   Donald Flush, like a tired and worn out coyote, tail between his skinny legs, returned--completely broke.  Rascal didn't mind a bit, happy the old man was in dire straights financially--better chance of him not leaving her.  Like when a groovy guy wants his hefty girl to remain large and in charge, cause if she morphs skinnywards and goes symmetrically fine; next--she's gone, out the door, later dude.
   Always marry an unattractive woman the B-Movie comedy brags boldly and with uncouth intent, for if you marry the yummy, boobalicious lass--she might leave you.  But if the corpulent girth of an unattractive girl leaves you--who gives a damn.  I didn't make up all this uncool knowledge--so don't blame me!!!
   Anyso, wily Rascal was enthusiastically elated, wrapping her un-coydogged, fleshy arms around Donald Flush, hungrily embracing the new Daddy; then, placing the coydog pups in his shivering arms--him getting licked and loved by his precious children; plus, an ulcer.  

Razorback fan; plus, vampire lady

   
   "Razorback fan; plus, vampire lady"
   
I am animalistic in my adoration of the classically beastly,
But I meticulously clean my lady cavity to not become yeasty;
Indeed, I gravitate towards werewolf guys,
Not minding hairy pits--as long as their hearts are nice.
And I call the Hogs when autumn arrives,
Protecting my turf with switchblade knives. 
Yup,
I'm boobalicious, overflowing a teacup.  
  

Jazzmin Flush (77)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (77)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush regally retreated from the birthing scenario of Rascal's wonder womb, leaving Thomas elated with the pretentious pups barking their pride to life.  
   Jazzmin strolled urbanways, into the domain of many a hobo, regally reminded of her once underground poetry pamphlets that spread the bizarre ode of income equality, offering a chance to lend the homeless vagrants hope in respected earnings for their humble labors of being trash men, android constructors, hookers, and all that non-linear jazz.  But what haunted the California girl and her mane of glistening gold was simply:  SEX.  Why?
   And Thomas did look handsome all wolfed out in platinum-white fur and fangs that sparkled along with electric-blue eyes, ears a little shorter than a garden-variety wolf, and a tail straight with spiritual even flow.  She knew she could trust him, yet owed it to her aborted daughter to never attempt hatching a life-force within her surgically-touched womb--a surgery that resulted in the death of a human being.  Yes, Jazzmin's loins lusted love towards Thomas.  And Thomas was a skinny, solid, good-looking guy with his shaggy brown mess of hair, but how would she explain to the Good God her resistance to all the songs and psalms of inviolate purity?