no, she isn't the desired conquest... but the institutions of her forefathers are - for mere proof of failure; or at least that's what i minded, given the facts of her promiscuity and all the brown-nosing that went with it - you almost thought of **** ***, but instead received oral-**** *** dynamics like a dog and a *****, man and a blotch of de-colouring... man did that, ensured the world was de-coloured with encoding sounds, and left all the colours intact, instantly deciphered and parallel... so that no twin be matched apart...  man said one thing, the world said another... not even fame could grapple with the world's interpretation of it... no fame outside the 1 square mile; hope not for fame, but hope for myth - a logic attached will assure you a status god-worthy - thus claimed by others preceding you as demigods.

her boom boom bara boom... something fire,
something ***** dough...
something her boom boom baritone
um ah... um ah... oh... ****** wasn't intoned for...
export all the smithies to china and import all
the ****-stars here... so we can be jealous
of a one child policy, as actually having one...
i knew of contraception on the reproductive organs...
i never knew it could be applied to the mental organs
that the brain fetters over abstracting kidney
and the narrative of urinating like
the Hoover dam of prostate... *hangman mm...
the oesophagus, the stomach  and intestines
and the **** with taking a ****...
the lungs with breathing... never occurred to me,
but then the brain has two eyes to
deal with ensuring 2 make 1 or 3;
what a gimmick for dating expectations;
i was reduced to wearing two
condoms, the other on my head to ensure
political coercion rather than correctness,
correctness for the slaves, coercion for
the masters... but still... rubber on my ******* head?