the buttocks and the cleavage:
boobs.. boobies: hip-hip-hooray type
of bollocks...
boris... boris beckenbauer?
no, of course not you quasi-so-and-so...
boris johnny's-on...
strap-on? dear lord: we 'av
'un of 'em?
i can't regret going crazy
in RM1: a nightclub that allowed
under-age drink binges...
going crazy when tool's: 46 & 2
came on... kissed a girl pretending it
to be my first... i never expected
her mum to tag along...
HOW, HOW CAN MAN EVER BE LONELY...
"LONELY":
WHEN HE'S CONSTANTLY ASKED
TO ANSWER FOR HIS COMPANION:
SHADOW?!
this one toff i will like...
there's the pyramid of Giza...
there's the greek delta (Δ) -
there's the christian trinity (∇) -
oops... Δ + ∇ = the star of david...
revolution imagery...
bottom to top,
top to bottom... la la land...
her mum was clubbing...
she was clubbing...
i never achieved calm when
it came to houseparties among
the english...
when i had one?
em... i served cocktails...
i served vegeterian push,
the parents weren't there...
look: housing shortage in england...
make the most of what's readily
given...
a rare association with
a black girl: firm legs... tight ass...
honeyed her humpty-dumpty
on a leather sofa...
ex-girlfriend came up for a bitch-piss-squat..
the others were informed:
don't go up,
someone's moaning...
a black girl with
an ass as firm as a peach...
rather than an armchair
ballon about to sprint 100m
and transcend the world record,
that's when penis envy leaves
with UFO elvis...:
fuck me... you just found a pre WWI
rouble...
with Nickie the ol' Sod on the print...
oh don't get me wrong...
in the night all writing is braille...
if it's russian? it's braille...
if it's mandarin? it's braille...
if it's latin or arabic?
tongue salvages an oyster?
it's still fucking, fucking braille...

i still remember the fuck-lord
sensation when...
the soft part of my pelvis,
the Eden hotline...
would thrust itself against
the coccyx of humpty-dumpty...
just like dogs might fuck...
even then: any excess of flab:
i'd see a harem of the walrus...
and re-imagine: love-handles...
watching porno became boring...
retracted: watched some
attenborough... and started to figure out
the slapstick humour behind
anglo-saxon sex-objects:
bosom - peach of the torso...
ass - bosom of a peach of the behind...
the cleft erotica...
i'm as odd as the japanese erotica...
female hands? the most erotic aspect
of a woman's body...
notably? when i jerk off without
a web-cam, dildo, audience,
and using a hand that could hold
a basketball in it? a woman's hand?
petite... geisha porcelain...
i might as well be holding an ostrich
when in fact i'd be holding a chicken's girth
of neck...
i really did think about,
i actually masturbated / raped myself
concerning myself with these anglo-saxon
pivot of sex... bosom and ass...
aren't they the one and the same,
the cleft?
since when does a bosom look
so different to two buttock cheeks?!
like... never?!
nerve me in: hands.... hands...
such petite creatures of fancy...
there's no discussion about genitals
to be worth having...
female: oysters os floral patterns...
male? architecture and...
digestive biscuits dipped
into siberian tea (what?
the original profanity of tea
didn't originate with the english,
dash of milk into the tea...
i'm pretty sure the chinese had
a bigger tea fetish, then came the russians,
the blue indians had their own strand
of fetish...
the english came last)...
at least with boris "beckenbauer":
the blond bartender of solace and
sophistry... i much prefer a toff without
any bourgeoisie trim / tight lip ambitions:
i know my place: he knows his...
we settle...
the middle ground is the worst...
power is not enough to
confront the corhess ruption by power...
there needs to be a caste-bound-ambition
combatitive schematic
to compliment...
i like this one...
what is Eton when what
is Seven King's Canon Palmer R.C. school
very unlike?
i still don't know what has
to be hyper-sexual about the bosom and
the ass...
i just see cows...
i see myself drinking a glass of milk
than fucking any of these exposés...
i see chess in hands...
the tiny knuckles...
the forbidden folds of the most intimate bones...
akin to giving life to a signature...
nipples? cow.
breasts? cow.
ass? cow in peach: alias: kandinsky.
milk-mummy fetishes?!
frisk me then fuck me: fuck!
dairy sex fetishes of the inherited
dry-wry-saxon... culmination...
the most erotic aspect of a female's body?
equates itself to the sigma-ratio of
the governing proportion...
her body is smaller than that of man...
hence her hands are smaller than the hands
of a man...
i can grow my hair as long as she can...
beards are off-limit...
yummy-mummy:
i admit... why wouldn't you want
to jerk off to, submit to,
the cult of (the 13th warrior): wendol -
the pregnant deity?
i am guilty: when a pregnant woman
parades her bloom...
to seer a sense of spring
into her awaiting blossom of the exfoliated
summary (summer)...
what man would not abstain from
penetration sex in order to pay for
having elaborating linguistic sessions of
the tongue forged into beside guises
of what is considered the standard cutting
via vowel, consonant, syllable...

bones are made use of:
to allow for exfoliation of beauty in the certain
aspects of a human's body...
what can the bosom provide with
a worth of contortion to borrow from bone?
pure fat ascription..
and what can the ass provide
with a worth of contortion to borrow from bone?
hardly the coccyx...

the japanese favoure the back
of the neck...
"my people"? favour the hands...
which is why... they'd prefer to kiss
the hand of a woman... than the preferred
ask of the french custom of kissing
either cheek, with one being kissed twice...
the french are in love with the cheekbones...
the polen are in love with the carpal bones...
the japanese are in love with
the cervical bones...
the anglo-saxons: the english,
the h'americans?
they're in love with invertebrates...
that's as much of an honest critique
as you'd receive... given the pronographic
vectors are associated with no bone: intact...
breasts and ass...
how much further must i dig...
before i come across the cowardly
mollusk heart of the englishman
who only gained a culture of capitulation
for himself: and that reference to
Neville Chamberlain
before... being slapped-silly...
and being... what he never
expected himself to become?