zu haben ein herz:
der wert von ein stein -
lernen zu reiten ein fahrrad...
centervonschwere:
hier, jetzt,
ein herz
geworfen: in zu die meer
von aufruhr...
sagen:
werden sinken:
wie jeden stein muss!

i just love how english and
deutsche overlap in their
grammatical structure...

i have a fetish for the german
language...
all that is missing is a ᛋᛋ-black...
a leather Tuchmantel 44...
black-cock c.c.t.v. white knight
antithesis of the masculine aside...

yes... yes! the nazis were the best
dressed army!
you want to know the secret
of the mongolian conquests?
they reeked of shit...
she scared the opposing army
by smearing themselves with
horse-shit...

i am still close to being cucked...
but then i think of prior to girlfriends...
and having to listen to cosmopolitan
questionnaires... and...
i also like taking a shit:
so sodomy is out of the picture...
but there's still the fetish for ending up
akin to derek jacobi...
and ian mckellen...
respectabable faggots...
whp can't just love a respectable faggot...
personally? i don't like the current
gay overture in reverse...
seriously? gimps?! latex?
what happened to the gaylord
bachelor: alias: the sensible english gentleman
piece?!
even i would suck on gay...
if i weren't so fucking intimidated
by the Weimar police!
how do i know?
sex with a women...
you tease the "oyster"
with the tongue till she's moaning
and groaning... till your face resembles
a face that was shoved into butter...
and then the coc makes entry...
the big "O": listen...
every woman is a a Venus when she closes her eyes...
and starts moaning...
happy me asking, bravo me asking:
how many orgasms have you had? 7....
a good night's worth of work over less than
a dozen would-be oysters...
well... if my shame comes in the architectural
variant of the phallus...
she seriously has to borrow from the seafood platter...
oysters gallore!
sex though: fun when spontaneous...
fun when spontaneous but tied to papa bear
sentiment... over-arching morality...
house-chores for oral sex?
i'd prefer to ingest an oyster...
at least i'd be missing the number of teeth as potential
to snap, bite and count...
married people sex: oral sex escapism...
can i at least "pretend" to resolve the anal sex
conundrum with my hand crafted as
tight replica? i will never anal this world away...
taking a shit, oozing a shit out still feels
as plesurable as whipping butter into shape...

a gay i can still understand...
gay oral: sure.... i can fathom that...
but i once worked a month in an Edinburgh
night-club... near Waverly Station...
Massa...
just so i could buy a mandolin,
and pretend Romeo for a scottish Juliet:
Fiona, playing her Rod Steward's Maggie May...
i did... worked the bitch-house...
in the toilet cleaning out beer bottles
filled with urine...
clearly: who could aim into a beer bottle,
but somehow miss the toilet?
the fun was just beginning...
being cornered by some fag faggy homo
queer curiosity tinker bell...
rubbing his pelvis against my leg
like some horny mongrel dog...
that's when respectable attitudes
concerning homosexuality died in me...
fine until the pelvic rubbing while i was
cleaning the night-club toilets
with bottles of pissed in memorabilia...
that's when the gay in idea died for me...
best to treat these standard jerk-offs
of the rainbow republic
like women treat the standard perverts.
the end.
how's that?