.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...
......
.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...
......