.comes the floundering over foul language, like it's a sin to speak with a cascade of oath taken words, to: never mind the beat and rhythm, that will continue, as long, as long you play the solo... never you mind keeping-up-appearances, why be distracted, better yet: why talk during sex? isn't that worse than saying fuck, casually, in a conversation of: pardon my french? i will tell you, it's far worse dragging "god" (words) into the "satanic" pit of actual procreation, than it is to say fuck and let it be treated as a conjunction, akin to: and... since what words are sacrificed on the altar of porno-porno? bad, boy, who's your yummy, mummy... who's your daddy... i tell you: fuck in between some jane austin snippets, and those prunes would be on, fire, should any words be uttered from their mouths having been staged completely nude... no... foul language is free language with all the chanel and gucci to attire you with away from furr-skins... but talking, uttering words, while procreating? that's just plain scandalous! i bet those prim goodie-two-shoes care more for: pardon my french during conversation, yet they probably squeal like about to be castrated pigs in a slaughterhouse come the synagogue of orgasm... fuckers never wish to accomplish syllables or vowel cubism with contorted mouths during sex... but they say: brush your teeth while speaking... if hey-zeus saw hypocrisy in the jewish sects... full circle... who are the modern day pharisees? somewhere in h'america... beastly contortions... if not pedophiles, then at least the sort of pedantic hypocrites that could share the same tier of Dante's inferno... why talk, during sex? why not eat the orgasm during the zenith? wow, don't you think? because bukowski might call me a star-gazer... well... if you look up and see what i see? you too would be looking up... but just in order for you to get a feel of what i feel? three song summary when i look up at night at the sky:
penta - come in,
gloOMy PhAntOM - only the beginning,
Matutero - pure evil...
hell... a fourth song: matutero - exorcist...
i'm no fucking copernicus...
or a galileo...
still: to keep one's mouth clean
is to not utter god: words during the wedding
of "satan" to his shadow...
to keep one's mouth clean
is to not speak during intercourse,
porno-stars know the deal...
tell me what you want, and i will not give it...
don't tell me what i want: and i will surprise you...
even after the act, she said...
'this has only happened to me once'...
when she was paid,
and didn't expect to reach orgasm...
2nd man in...
1st man with a hydra in his mouth for paying
an extra 10 quid to perform oral sex
on a prostitute...
good... evil...
well: good is as good as it gets,
but good can also imply: the purity of evil...
evil of the highest quality is in a position
to move down an incremental path toward
good: as spectator...
as a tease of what is itching the incremental
path toward evil: the omniscient, omnipotent etc.
god...
oh sure... night sky bollocks, romance my this
that and whatever ass looks more like:
pork chop cleopatra meets
cherry 16 tight trim of milk and quicksilver
reflection teasing...
you'd be gagging for the goosebumps
and the prickled tiny hairs... performing...
what plant-speciments do with their...
phototropism...
against all: stereotypes...
this, lunar base of imagining, not otherwise.
so this is to be my antithesis Golgotha?
for who stands on Har Megiddo
certainly not the skull-baron of the crucifixion...
blitzkrieg imagery: and suddenly...
the words... become...
s a
h r l
p e
n
simply?
for the supposed foul language used
as barrier between flow and conjunction
necessity... a rhetorical tool of the modern use
of language: no one is standing in any
oratory pulpit speaking to the "masses"...
but... if i could invent an inverted niqab
for the tongues of christians during sex?
reduce them to moans, groans,
exfoliations of an onomatopoeia...
less daddy please, who's the naughty boy
porno-porno sex tantrums of:
having fucked so much, the next fuck
acts like an anaesthetic to numb what's already
become a numbed pain / pleasure non-differential...
well!
like i really might need to venture
into the dark-web...
i'll just bring myself to the party on the "safe" web...
and some poo'em i wrote once,
which doesn't even compliment what i just,
just now: pulled out from my bowels...
again: there's zero-net-worth of feeling in the heart...
emotions? bowels...
the heart is too preoccupied with rhythm...
akin to how:
the brain was a metaphor for the soul,
even though the soul is a sigma,
of all known organs and its preoccupation with them,
or not...
given the current explanation of the brain?
coordination and what not?
evidently the soul is, equivalent to a metaphysical
and biological definition of an organ,
given: the brain doesn't entertain the existence
of thought...
so... if the brain is not responsible for
thinking, then nothing else in the body is...
so soul, or the sigma "conundrum" /
is a metaphysical organ, or whatever you want it to be...
brain = fatty sponge... that can die...
when attacked by killer proteins in the light
of Alzheimer's... like a sort of inverted anorexia...
weird... starvation? fat goes first,
then the carbohydrates... no, wait...
carbohydrates first, fats second...
and then... proteins cannibalise themselves...
that's starvation... in Alzheimer's?
the proteins attack the brain sponge-fatty-blob...
so the brain is not involved in thinking...
so... well, mein gott: god i guess...
some external source of "inspiration"...
motivation, will... oddly enough?
that coincides with both the + and the - of
such a source of thinking...
both sides: theistic and atheistic have it
covered... right now? chosing the middle ground
is the only sensible posit to succumb to...

what's the difference between
a polyamorous society
and a polygamous society?
well... there's not much
of a difference...
i've been a subject to the former,
and the "covert" latter...
suddenly prostitutes are
above priests and psychiatrists...
well...
either being sold the body,
or being bribed with
prayer or the pharmacological cocktail...
only because:
i was...
"being uncomfortable"
for the rest of society...
polyamorous societies
descend into make-shift
polygamous societies...
the whole incel problem...
that's really representative
of a polygamous society....
20% of men get 80%...
sure... lesbian frolicking
in a harem,
strap-on-dildos...
and eunuchs are missing...
but...
akin to a manic street preachers'
song:
the walking abortions...
in all honesty...
the top-down influence
of a polygamous society has crept in
and created
the polyamorous society buffer zone,
so shy right up to now,
but:
before the shit hits the fan
waiting game...
and how much
of the madonna-whore complex
is currently true,
and how much of erection dysfunction
is due to...
being pulverißed
by overtly sexualißed material
exposure?
hell...
if i'm always going to be stitched
into a frankenstein hard-on
potential...
when it comes to the actual deed?
why wouldn't the answer suffice
mostly associated with a prostitute
and not a woman on her third date?
because i'm pretty sure
that erectile dysfunction isn't
a problem with my experience
of prostitutes...
but it is... with "free" women...
given that i'm no psychopath...
and when sex is staged,
it follows that there's a case for relationship,
intimacy...
a fucking hard-on
is an objective fact...
which is why prostitutes rarely
fail to "conjure" it...
the violence is simmering...
it's... titillating, nibbling at the toes
of Venus like some
sado-masochist fetishist...
fuck me...
the nazis dropped less bombs
on London via the world war I
zeppelin raids than
how many sexual insinuations
leave me quasi-limp-dick / eunuch...
well... not so much eunuch...
balls just keep bulging with
goosebumps,
i sometimes forget the orgasm...
which isn't even associated with
the actual ejaculation...
it's neurologically associated
with tingling sensation
of the shaft...
sperm has nothing to do with it...
should have asked
me when i was 8...
"self-harm",
or...
what others rarely see...
no wonder i gravitated to
reading marquis de sade in my early teens...
but like chuck rhodes
said in billions...
truth...
if it's not comfortable,
and if its not a wager...
a shadow compensation...
if its not the intellectuals'
demise of truth being treated
as a fluctuation,
a perpetual change,
bias one minute,
critique another,
a noumenon,
then... what is it?

oh i'm pretty sure
that the current society,
the current:
polyamorous society
is a direct consequence
of a polygamous society's influence...

i don't even want to begin thinking
that man,
was the pinnacle of all lifeforms
on earth...
notably in this region of "debate"...
because there's no "debate"...
is there?
not with the elevated mating
norms of... say...
swans... how you actually can...
find widows and widowers
in the swan populace...

with man having evolved
from monkey:
well no surprises...
swans have devolved from
dinosaurs...
the feathers are the fake...
but like lizards...
born from an egg...
no?
swans understand
monogamy...
humans?
not so much...
well... if you're lucky...

but i'm pretty sure:
oh i'm pretty sure
that the current society,
the current:
polyamorous society
is a direct consequence
of a polygamous society's influence...

am i, bothered?
clue me in...
revolting cocks' song: dykes...
could a dyke fuck
a dyke...
without a strap-on?