neuropathies
Scope: n., American slang for Colombian chemistry.
What's the most dangerous drug in the world, Alex? No. What's that king fucking cobra he puts on me, any time any place, hitting it from behind, knocking my head into the wall, smacking my ass with hands and nuts, both? For the daily fucking double, double!
Holler!
My, my, a whole year now and at least it was an interesting one, if not one for chronicling here. I can prove homogeneity and integrability and can explain, in conventional terms, universal truth as well as demonstrate many other spatial forms of intellectual masturbation. She left her heart in Tokyo but I buried mine still beating in a shallow coastal marsh grave, safe from the metal detectors of everyone's eyes but his. I just can't let it go and I feel a kinship with all others so afflicted and an alienation from those who are not. Anyone not moved by the volume of that particular nature and not glad for the favor the sun grants to skin is certainly alien to me.
I write about five things: sex, love, my inescapable humanity, your inescapable humanity and the beach. I could branch out or you could divert your attention by averting your gaze. But hostility is so very bourgeois. So what thoughts of mine do you want to know, my sixteen loyal fans?
You know I think anal sex is aces and that humans are the lowest form of humanity and that I like sand and big water. Are there any other questions or may I proceed with caution? There are no secrets in my garden.
I think we should genetically modify us to be less fucking stupid. Some retrofitting may be in order. Can y'all quit fucking up ourselves and our place? For one fucking second?
Ours does not strike me as an elevated evolution. To ordain evolution gracious is to point embarrassingly at our humanity, specifically to the conspicuous, self-congratulatory boner that it gives itself. I cannot say that I know we are getting worse nor can i say that i know what an improving humanity would look like. Would it look like us? I'll refrain from further speculation but suffice it to say, I have some doubt. At least we can bend to our weak wills the condition of air and the radiation of heat. The natural world is such a pussy.
But not all of us are so badly evolved and some are blessed under-evolved. I would describe his face as beatific when I looked up and away from our points of contact and fixed upon it. He was the spitting analogue of a man:
admiring the ocean's bounty
while fucking
his very own wife in the rear
seat of his very own truck
in broad daylight
filtering in through his hastily made
beach towel
curtains
That such a man exists should give us some airtight hope or nostalgia. Now I break back away and ride the brown blue hissing fat swells back to the bottom of the bottom of the ocean of detrital zircon that I call home.
What's the most dangerous drug in the world, Alex? No. What's that king fucking cobra he puts on me, any time any place, hitting it from behind, knocking my head into the wall, smacking my ass with hands and nuts, both? For the daily fucking double, double!
Holler!
My, my, a whole year now and at least it was an interesting one, if not one for chronicling here. I can prove homogeneity and integrability and can explain, in conventional terms, universal truth as well as demonstrate many other spatial forms of intellectual masturbation. She left her heart in Tokyo but I buried mine still beating in a shallow coastal marsh grave, safe from the metal detectors of everyone's eyes but his. I just can't let it go and I feel a kinship with all others so afflicted and an alienation from those who are not. Anyone not moved by the volume of that particular nature and not glad for the favor the sun grants to skin is certainly alien to me.
I write about five things: sex, love, my inescapable humanity, your inescapable humanity and the beach. I could branch out or you could divert your attention by averting your gaze. But hostility is so very bourgeois. So what thoughts of mine do you want to know, my sixteen loyal fans?
You know I think anal sex is aces and that humans are the lowest form of humanity and that I like sand and big water. Are there any other questions or may I proceed with caution? There are no secrets in my garden.
I think we should genetically modify us to be less fucking stupid. Some retrofitting may be in order. Can y'all quit fucking up ourselves and our place? For one fucking second?
Ours does not strike me as an elevated evolution. To ordain evolution gracious is to point embarrassingly at our humanity, specifically to the conspicuous, self-congratulatory boner that it gives itself. I cannot say that I know we are getting worse nor can i say that i know what an improving humanity would look like. Would it look like us? I'll refrain from further speculation but suffice it to say, I have some doubt. At least we can bend to our weak wills the condition of air and the radiation of heat. The natural world is such a pussy.
But not all of us are so badly evolved and some are blessed under-evolved. I would describe his face as beatific when I looked up and away from our points of contact and fixed upon it. He was the spitting analogue of a man:
admiring the ocean's bounty
while fucking
his very own wife in the rear
seat of his very own truck
in broad daylight
filtering in through his hastily made
beach towel
curtains
That such a man exists should give us some airtight hope or nostalgia. Now I break back away and ride the brown blue hissing fat swells back to the bottom of the bottom of the ocean of detrital zircon that I call home.
posted by martyr in moderation at 12:12 PM
