... that your style of "music" (and I hate to call it that) is the polar opposite of rap (Anti-rap? Non-rap? Un-rap?), we're of the firm belief that there is a market out there for rhythmless, inept musicians. It isn't the rap market that you so desperately want to be a part of. No, I'm afraid that path is closed to you forever. TGB Records has a sister label, though, called Smooth Groove Records. ...
...s another "where was this?" scene bothering me. (No shame here...) It was McShep and had one of the guys giving the other a, maybe first?, blowjob that was kind of the longest most tortuous rhythmless blowjob ever. With at some later happier point in the story a conversation sorta like "so not some secret amazing blowjob technique then?" "no, just trying to draw it out because I thought I'd never...
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...and reveling in the loneliness that has been so delicately balanced in her heart. She thumbs the ring on her finger as she lies in their cold bed, feeling alone. She remembers grey eyes and off-canter, rhythmless words stuttered over her skin, and wonders. When he comes home, she slaps him and then holds him, feeling a little more alive, a little more there, a little more real. It hurts to trust...
... he put into pleasing Wright--trying to make matters easier by fucking him from behind in an attempt to keep from hitting his prostate, by keeping the sharp motions of his hips jarring and rhythmless--Phoenix was still moaning and writhing desperately against him. It really didn't matter what he did to keep from getting Wright off. The man was always so ridiculously aroused merely from the idea ...
... right. There's a constant stream of barbed dialogue, sprinkling in vulgarities more frequently than punctuation. Unfortunately, all of the characters speak in precisely the same way and eventually the rhythmless rush of bitterly bitten-off words becomes redundant. The one standout among the cast is David Rasche, bringing a garish delight and egotistical cluelessness to a role clearly modeled on ...
... was just another part of the overload. He broke the kiss, panting, as Casey did something that Chuck was pretty sure was some kind of sexual special forcessecret. Chuck’s arms and legs jittered and he was rhythmless, not acquitting himself at all well, but Sarah was surging under him as if it didn’t matter. And then— “Oh my God,” he said, or thought he said, but his brain was as far offline ...
... exploring the slick ridge of the head, the curve, the vein pulsing deep underneath. He was pretty sure he was doing this all wrong, but Nick’s shallow thrusts to his mouth and Nick’s rhythmless tugs at his hair told Kevin that his brother was already close, that his naïve inexperience at this didn’t matter. He swallowed Nick thickly, pressing his nose into the curls and soft belly there as his ...
... quiet. Alarmingly quiet. Okay. Sideswipe was starting to get worried, now. “Prowl?” Prowl stared, but he no longer actually looked at anything in particular, and his doorwings twitched with the rhythmlessmotions of uncontrolled power surges. “Oh, slag.” Sideswipe turned, his thigh brushing Prowl’s upper arm. He touched the white shoulder, and then black on the wing panel. Then he pressed ...
... placed it face up. The card was the Wanderer. "The Wanderer carries a bundle but knows not what the bundle contains. So should you carry all you see but walk no fixed path with the rhythmlessdesert step" By now Thunhun and Yanima had taken their places seated in front of the Duncan on the spice carpet. Yanima saw the significance of the next card the Duncan turned around. Thunhun noticed that ...
