what is this sour taste in my mouth?… I say that it is the
preconceived notion of hatred that sullies our relationships with other
human beings… who says we have to touch each others genitals in order to
get along?… is it some primitive direction that our bodies desire to be
felt up?… I seriously don’t care about the flesh as it pertains to
being overtly sexual in order to be at all… that is not the only
function I hold dear… to me, the greatest thrill is communication of the
highest possible efficacy, and that is far superior to merely fucked
feelings that can drain the emotional senses if improperly distributed
amongst strangers… I may seem prudish or perhaps even a bit weird, but
obviously you do not know me at all, you only know the assumptions that
filter into a lecherous brain… the only erogenous organ you’ll ever own
as much as it owns you… the mind can be our condemnation in as much as
it can be our saving grace… preferences aside, our sex grows weighty
with fear, and engorged upon the hapless cheap thrill far too often for
the soul to keep up with… are we those soulless machines that we see
gliding across the streets in horror at the state of the as yet to be
place we are always inhabiting?… some of us are walking nightmares, and
we beat back our inner demons only to unleash them at the most
unjustifiable moments at those that do not need the pain… for trauma
lies everywhere that our forms cannot touch… secret buggery can kill the
creative spirit in ways that even the most open-minded do not see until
it comes raining down at their feet… feel the spray of my horrendous
vitriol as it splashes upon you… your mind becomes stained by the rank
fecal matter as it seems to prod my dark inner depths… now take that to
your grave, and suck it…
Thanks, khet.
