They Some of us, they seem to me to have failed at a critical moment in life to involve the innate imaginative and creative faculty in the presentation and development of a resident original and inevitable permanent inviolate authentic self that now exists independent of and impervious to the energetic force of the imaginative ideation of others.
It is a failure to obtain an original solitude and an original being. This is a catastrophic and a permanent capitulation of autonomy. The imaginative and the creative faculty retreat in an abeyance at this negligent omission of essential energetic action and there is a final cessation of accessibility of creativity in the body.
The failure to create an originally imagined and initiated inviolate self, must annihilate any opportunity to question or to judge any of the imaginative activity or content presented by others since it - that content - is now the obligatory phantasm mirror of the negligently obtained interior deficit and void - and it - this other content - remains and stays there as absolutely indistinguishable from the un-beheld and undiscovered self and as necessary to the ongoing presentation of compensation for the inevitably agonizing emptiness.
This is the stunning catastrophe which one beholds as prevailing at the disposal of some of us here and now it seems to me. I mean how would you describe it? If you know what I mean?
What a boy she was
tits up
gloves
ready there
peaceful doves
white stripping
glib ribbing
philosophy
for the plebs
what a boy she was
cunt ready
open
top of the legs
for the dregs
what a boy she was
blakey segs
what a boy she was
strike a light.
Miss Piccthiscie (pronounced pixie)
Pizzacropolis-Quotesucke-Doomerricon-Brattonyaurouvitcheski
I like the look of your thong on you
Miss Piccthiscie (pronounced pixie)
Pizzacropolis-Quotesucke-Doomerricon-Brattonyaurouvitcheski
cutting and dividing your buttocks there
so precisely
and all day long
1 + 1 = 2
Miss Piccthiscie (pronounced pixie)
Pizzacropolis-Quotesucke-Doomerricon-Brattonyaurouvitcheski
but sometimes I know that
you draw down your thong
so as to squat
so elegant
and to take a shit
your feces is now so relevant
Miss Piccthiscie (pronounced pixie)
Pizzacropolis-Quotesucke-Doomerricon-Brattonyaurouvitcheski
and I find that so exciting to think about
quite a bit
Miss Piccthiscie (pronounced pixie)
Pizzacropolis-Quotesucke-Doomerricon-Brattonyaurouvitcheski
and then afterwards
when the deed is done
you clean up your asshole
so carefully
Miss Pixie
because you fucking love it
your asshole
Miss Piccthiscie (pronounced pixie)
Pizzacropolis-Quotesucke-Doomerricon-Brattonyaurouvitcheski.
I will achieve a penile erection
certainly
I will achieve it
acceptable and admirable
comprehensive wood
Teak if you will
but I will not necessarily
dump my junk
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You will achieve a penile erection
acceptable wood
Teak if I will?
But you will not necessarily
dump your junk?
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Yes
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Do you rule it out entirely?
The dumping
The dumping of the junk?
The seminal emission?
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Not necessarily
I may lose my mess
after all
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But the uncertainty
Will you fling your filth or not?
Will you give your scum a sling
and ejaculate properly
consummating into
in orgasmic release
of original spiritual vitality?
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I shall be satisfied
and confident
to obtain an erect state
first of all
a superior throbbing
and an ultimate and powerful and compelling tumescence
at my age
replete and truly impressive
and proceeding from there
with all good judgement
=
But
How will you
generally
treat your cock
during the inaugural constructive phase
of the work?
=
Very roughly
=
Very roughly?
=
Yes
with a brutal and with
an indifferent
and with a remorseless perseverance
wherein
no qualms or resistance
or reluctance
to punishment
or to physical abuse
will be admitted
or tolerated
for consideration
my penis will submit
entirely
to the harshest of gruelling sensational regimens
it shall be violently attacked
by real and by actual physical pain
unrelentingly delivered without inhibition or restraint
or concern for the result
this shall be my order
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You will derive a pleasure in this?
=
Yes of course
pleasure into a superfluity
and into a superabundance
my libido will cry tears of
contrition to be exposed to
the gnashing jaw
of my integral speculative
physical deliberations
and experimentations
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What exactly shall you do to it?
Your erect penis?
=
I shall take a wooden spoon
out of the kitchen utensil drainer
and I shall use it
to deliver
corporal punishment
to my sorry glans
six of the best
I will beat my cock severely
about its head
and leaving no quarter
unlashed or unslashed
and no remission
for good behaviour
no earnest entreaty will
narrow the scope of my rage.
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You are a pioneer
a sexual psychonaut
you will successfully abolish for yourself
every penile dignity
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Indeed I shall.
There is awake
awake
there is asleep
asleep
awake and asleep
with awake
with awake
you are awake
you are awake
in the here
and in the now
presently
you are awake
and aware of the
here and the now
for the time being
while
with asleep
with asleep
you are asleep
sleeping
you are asleep
in the land of the nod
and somnolent
flirting deliciously
and lasciviously
with nonentity
and so to sleep
sleep and awake
sleep and awake.
May I ask you a question
Miss Rumpumpleumperumpera Combcatataconderoughliere
is a story
a story
something
where you want to see
what happens in the end
why
do you want to see
what happens in the end
is a story in itself
in a story
a story is that thing
what thing you want to see
in the end what happens
is a thing that you want to see
in a story
what happens
in a story in the end
is a thing that you want
to see why.
I like forgiveness
forgiveness
I like to be forgiven
forgiven
and I know that I am forgiven
finally forgiven
forgiven
when my cock is in your mouth
I am forgiven
you have forgiven me
your lapping tongue
is now my liberty
I love you
I really do.
What is the difference
between the mind of god
the mind of god
and my swollen rod
not so much difference very
between the mind of god
and a silly sod
and my swollen rod
not if you ask me
not if you want to know
these are the chances
the chances of time
what is the difference
between the eye of a life
and a peach of a cream so sublime
and not so much to know
and for a wind to blow
and for a ring in a chime.