The Pontiff of Power Riff

I may not believe in myself but I believe in what I'm doing. Playing music is a very sexual act. It's an emotional release and the sexual drive comes in along with the other impulses. (An Independent RP Blog)

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At least you don’t feel like you rode a horse for a month straight.

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are we overlooking the fact that you said you were gay for me? or…?

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apparently...? still gay for you BOB.

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you came up with the lyrics, i’m still all the credit  on the melody, you autumn turd.

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“YES let us see YOU go out on tour with your TURD guitar and sing MY parts…don’t fuckin’ start james you did some pretty melody I DID the legwork”

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Weren’t you leaving? Let’s not forget I had a successful music career before you were even out of the mud-pits. Everything I touch turns to gold Robert, pre-me, you were just a kid who couldn’t play guitar that everyone told to shut up when he sang.

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[jimmy’s relationship with robert is so bi-polar. in one thread (GAY) in another thread (I HATE YOU)]

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Fine by me, say goodbye to your paycheck then.

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BUT I WROTE ALL THE GOOD SONGS …what did you fuckin’ write? oh yeah  TANGERINE…give me a break james. 

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you came up with the lyrics, i’m still all the credit on the melody, you autumn turd.

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gay for bohemiianking

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“about fuckin’ time– jesus i have your jizz all over me mate…FUCKIN’ HELL”

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At least you don’t feel like you rode a horse for a month straight.

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jamesxpage i’m quittin’ the band just a heads up i’ve decided to be a bee keeper. 

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Fine by me, say goodbye to your paycheck then.

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gay for bohemiianking

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I bet your 60s will be worse than MINE

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…SHUTTUP. you’ll be waving out of your goddamn tower house at bus tours  i’ll be turning down millions for a led zeppelin reunion.

H8TERS GONNA H8.

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I see man-buns and obnoxious hand bells in your future.

Also Lori will be younger than Michele.

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£10 says you’ll perm and dye.

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i bet your midlife crisis will be worse than mine. … i’m seeing a big belly and duckfaces coming your way james.

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I bet your 60s will be worse than MINE

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Why does everyone keep calling me an egg?

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they’re predicting your baldness– your descent into….HAIR PLUGS.

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£10 says you'll perm and dye.

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Why does everyone keep calling me an egg?

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"i'd do anything for you"

It was evening in the Pangbourne boathouse. The sun had set turning the water into a lake of fire, throwing peculiar colors into the partially covered windows of their quiet hideaway.

He was in a wing-back chair, a leather bound novel in his hands, and his hazel eyes lifted from the pages to drink in the young, dusky-hued girl standing before him. He absorbed her image, from her bare feet to the crest of her head, and the opened pages of the book met a resting place on the arm of his chair.

He wove his fingers together and nodded his hair out of his face “I know” and it was a certain drop of egotism that crossed him as he drew one leg over the other. He knew he owned her in that certain way not many would understand… that she was his to possess and take care of, to nurture and punish as his wife-to-be and as his ‘little one’.

“Come here” he said with infinite patience, an idea stewing around in his head that he had been weighing for some time. He extended one arm to her and adjusted his legs to prime his lap for a proper seat “We have something we need to discuss”.

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she was his in all her doe eyed ways. her innocence reeked from her soul as she gave him a smile. her full lips curling into a smile as she then went to delicately sit on his lap. she loved the way he talked to her, the way he commanded attention, and as she looked at him as IF she was possibly older than HE was. lori cleared her throat,  “what is it?” the house was quiet as those two lovers sat in one another’s embrace. she could tell something was brewing behind those eyes of his, and she lifted a hand and moved those curls out of his eyes, she was his imp in every essence of the word. his little play thing that he had somehow managed to love. she wouldn’t pretend that that the SHEER voice of his DIDN’T send shivers down her spine. especially when he got ANGRY. oh she was always doing something to get that rise out of him. she rather liked things a certain way. lips going to kiss his brow as she inquired further,  “for you? i’d do ANYTHING”

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He looked amused when she attempted to be so adult. A stiff upper lip, she attempted to be so damn proud and the whole thing was a delicious little play act. She was flirting with the concept of power, something she really hadn't the ability to handle. No. A passive role suited her best, as she parked her tiny frame on his knee and looked at him in this way that made him feel like a God.

He coiled an arm around her "I've been thinking ... while we're delaying the wedding for a right time why don't we spend a little money on your education. Would you like to go back to school my precious little girl? "

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"i'd do anything for you"

It was evening in the Pangbourne boathouse. The sun had set turning the water into a lake of fire, throwing peculiar colors into the partially covered windows of their quiet hideaway.

He was in a wing-back chair, a leather bound novel in his hands, and his hazel eyes lifted from the pages to drink in the young, dusky-hued girl standing before him. He absorbed her image, from her bare feet to the crest of her head, and the opened pages of the book met a resting place on the arm of his chair.

He wove his fingers together and nodded his hair out of his face “I know” and it was a certain drop of egotism that crossed him as he drew one leg over the other. He knew he owned her in that certain way not many would understand… that she was his to possess and take care of, to nurture and punish as his wife-to-be and as his ‘little one’.

“Come here” he said with infinite patience, an idea stewing around in his head that he had been weighing for some time. He extended one arm to her and adjusted his legs to prime his lap for a proper seat “We have something we need to discuss”.

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dear james. you're an egg

I...Lori...what?

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“I’m pretty certain I’ve made who I want to be with abundantly clear, love” he said with a faint smile and he gathered her hair in one hand then smoothed it back from her face “I’ll make sure you don’t get too bored” he promised her and adjusted his arms to coil her in his grip like a snake “Truth? I don’t know… before you I would get very drunk, I’d like to think I kept those numbers minimal but …I escaped much more than I think I should have”

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“You don’t know?” Her face fell for a moment. She thought having sex with someone was all about romance. Maybe boys had different thoughts when it came to that sort of thing, “I–I well…” As she slowly smiled, “That explains why you’re so good at things” Then going to lean in as her soft hands went through his hair and she sighed, “Really though WHAT woman could deny those beautiful hands of yours and pretty face?” She whispered in his ear, “God you are breathtaking do you know that?” Lori continued, “The way you look…and the way you play” She sighed softly into his ear, “I think of you all the time when I touch myself”

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“Darling girl, until I met you I never cared much about those things” he wrapped his wet and willowy limbs around her before he heard her confession “My my, Miss Mattix, and how often do you touch yourself to your man’s activities?”

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“You are everything” he said in a velvet tone and he crawled atop her, his long body hovering over hers before he grasped one of her small wrists and drew it above her head. His eyes swept down her figure before he lowered his head and stole a kiss from those lush lips, then he breathed “My sweet, my only” and another kiss pulled the breath from her lungs “Welcome to England”

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Her cheeks burned red, “Oh…” As he then pinned down one of her wrists, “James!’ She giggled then going to kiss him back with equal passion as she then smiled, “Oh…your ONLY” Lori then going to nip at his lips as she pressed her body against his, “Hmm I like the sound of that” She softly hushed as she then pressed kisses down his jaw, “Oh James Patrick Page you’re never going to regret the day you picked me as a wife”

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He leaned back, breaking the lip lock as his thumb passed over her delicate pulse point then he looked down her body “Are you hungry or shall we...entertain ourselves” then he chuckled at her young comment about being a wife and he shook his head “I never doubted that for a second. You already make me happier than I can remember being. Ask anybody” he nuzzled the side of her neck “Are you ready to make this place your home?”

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On lead guitar, and as many chicks as he can find, Jimmy Page

Robert Plant (introducing Jimmy at a gig in Toronto, Aug. 18, 1969)