but it's o.k, it's "o.k." to have the first,
and the last relationship,
with your mother...
if you're gay...
but if you're heterosexual...
you're the next ed gein!
watch 'em come up with you
and what you get up to with your
grandmother...
i have to pity the critique...

why?
someone and somehow anyone,
can remain close to one's mother...
without one's fuck-buddy...
and the mother-in-law...
because...

having a relationship with one's
mother is: PSYCHO CANNIBAL
STATIC-X horror in texas...
CARNAGE PARK...
horror come high-noon...
sure... sure...
it's all romance horror...
before the in-laws move in...
then it's all fucking sanity brigade!

you need to be gay these days
to talk with your mother...
otherwise we have all been raised
by pathological liars...
-esque: ted bundy's momma
lying she was his mother,
that she was her sister...
and his grandmother was his mother...

i just wanted to chill and oryo the fuck
out of a beach listening
to incubus' seminal: morning view
album...

you really have to be gay
for the piranhas to "find you normal"
in terms of the pathology of
having a mother and not a frozen egg,
i.v.f., surrogate whore of a womb...
two gays butt-fucking silly...
and come frozen eggs of the career wam'ahn...
any heterosexual
relationship of a son relating to a mother?
heretical!
abnormal... normal though...
when you're the prized donkey
for the in-laws!

then it's all... gritting teeth and gehenna
orgies normal when
your parents are out of the picture!
women! gravitate toward their own
brood!
you parents being insignificant are
the first sign that you are also...
insignificant...

imagine you having a relationship
with your mother...
anything outside of the foetus womb
is heresy! you can bake and cook with her...
nein! nein! nein! nein!
you need to feed the brood!
you need to feed the narrative...

what else to feed the motherfucker
antonym if not the gaymother?
what else to salvage what came
from the madonna and the crucifix
of birth...
when what was readied in the form
of the cesarean section
came from such a "psychadelic past"...

i don't want a mother or a father
of my wife...
i don't want to have to be the son
of my wife's mother or my wife's
father...
i will conscript myself to the heart
of Elijah...
i will find my reasons to bind myself
to my father's heart!

but in order for me to not be
an ed gein...
and still retain a mother...
i guess i'll have to term myself as...
G... G... G... the last glad-impromptu!
GAY!

static x + carnage park...
music never served a movie so well...
well...
apart from owning a doberman
and no leash...
that always leaves hopes
when attempting to count teeth
when grit and counting...

the only better option to living with
your parents is...
interludes with your grandparents...
i have...
no... existential... obligation...
for any sense... of a survival...
of "the west": culture of otherwise...
i wouldn't even concern myself
into bringing a fucking tapeworm...
into what's the current narrative...

this shit... can die...
a bbq sort of death.
to simply... adhere to the currently spewed
"philosophy"... that's not enough...
i know what happens to men...
they have to abandon their parents...
and succumb to the parents of
their lovingly betrothed...

cesarean section...
didn't we learn to bypass the damnation
of Eden? i.e. women can simulate
giving birth like amphibians -
i.e. under water?
but sure, sure...
let's go along with you sadist
keeping the original narrative...
when we can allow women to give
birth via a cesarean section...
two birds: one stone...
all the cesarean sections for women
and all the circumcisions for men...

but no! no! we need cul de sac thinking!
"thinking"!
whoever says is...
christopher hitchens or nobody...
the idea of eternity as the passing
of genes by the atheists...
can i return this sentiment with...
i'm not exactly excited by seeing
d.n.a. accents of myself
in a furthered generation...
sorry to disappoint...

esp. within the confines of a language
that stresses its metaphysical
significance... with d.n.a. accents...
of a "future"... yet completely devoid of...
orthography! i'd prefer
my accent to be much more confined...
at least having to intrude on singled
out letters...
english is not a language to
bank on a reproductive gamble
to entertain a trans-century-long
bargain of continuity...
the environment is just too readily
hostile and...

when everything just needs to be sold...
and not much is really required
to be bought...
go figure... socialist arithmetic...
when i have what i already "need"...
and when i don't want to buy:
what i already "have"...
conundrum!

motherfucker is just rife...
in order to be replaced by gaymother...
because it's o.k. to be gay and have a mother...
but it's not o.k. to be heterosexual...
and not have a wife!
guess the phallic-rub-rub does the usual
trick of denting observations.