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even i can counter the horrors of imaginaging the experiments of josef mengele, namely? experimenting with implating wolf, or ape ***** into female ovaries; if i only had the resources... i'd begin with a twin project, implanting male ***** of humans into these animals... thank god i'm not rich enough to allow just perversity to take place... imagine mingling wolf or ape ***** with female ovaries.... almost a shame to recount the aesthetics of gunther von hagens... being shamed... or rather turned into stigmata artefacts... come the second look, the **** experiments were merely brute force, with not momentum of a mary shelley imagination; that sole feminist i can attest to, as being truant of the feminine form in the sense of expressing an anti-sex cranium... structure... the **** extremes seem so crude by my romance of science; it could almost be permitted, to implant the ***** of a feral creature into a civil body of an experimented upon woman.... how crude the **** imagination when compared to such wild dreams... even as failures, to be expected, the still potential chance of a hybrid... well... if the jews can build their walls, i can craft my own fancies to search for fear in the hearts of the current men.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
an imagination to counter the horrors of josef mengele / ode to gunther von hagens
even i can counter the horrors of imaginaging the experiments of josef mengele, namely? experimenting with implating wolf, or ape ***** into female ovaries; if i only had the resources... i'd begin with a twin project, implanting male ***** of humans into these animals... thank god i'm not rich enough to allow just perversity to take place... imagine mingling wolf or ape ***** with female ovaries.... almost a shame to recount the aesthetics of gunther von hagens... being shamed... or rather turned into stigmata artefacts... come the second look, the **** experiments were merely brute force, with not momentum of a mary shelley imagination; that sole feminist i can attest to, as being truant of the feminine form in the sense of expressing an anti-sex cranium... structure... the **** extremes seem so crude by my romance of science; it could almost be permitted, to implant the ***** of a feral creature into a civil body of an experimented upon woman.... how crude the **** imagination when compared to such wild dreams... even as failures, to be expected, the still potential chance of a hybrid... well... if the jews can build their walls, i can craft my own fancies to search for fear in the hearts of the current men.
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Mar 20, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
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