what of nature is eaten by the mouth of man, so too eats the genitalia of woman with as much ferocious gluttonisation - no serpent of eden care more for the reality that's bound to tempt the choice: either know or be known - below the standard equator of the body as the point of disembowelment and Cesarian birth... spewing toward a heap of two tonnes of sardines with a stench that can't classify **** for the scent of strawberries... proof of solipsism? a man sitting on a toilet for an hour with a newspaper... disproof of solipsism? a man easing a **** out on a crowded train... ****** expressions? piquant... yonder! the lustless ******! or what would be said when the gyroid was out of place when anything concerning sine and cosine reflected the one plausible coordinate of tangens... namely 0... so in whatever algebraic form interweaving sine x with cosine z + + +... you'd still get the tangens either side exponential, and your own summary, bound to that infamous biography of never reaching fame... and that myth of Atlantis and the serpent there? more like an octopus that fiddled and slobbered the **** than said: of this fruit an addition to your "natural" duality - to encourage your number, replacing dualism with a dichotomy... rites of passage for the ceramically fainting skinned - ivory and squint, then diddly-and-piglet-or-flamenco-skinned-squat - wide-eyed... or listening to how the Bulgars settled in Europe and became ethnically cleaned with neo-Cyrillic... or as some say: proto-Greek revisionism... some words are familial... i can actually attest them a phonetic synonymous that's familiar to the ear... but the little words... remain with origin bound, rather intact... only nouns get ***** to assimilate... it's the little uh huh and um and om and so many in between that never reach cleansing a tongue fully... to be said: kinda slavish, archaic ***... *** that also said: Commodus was one of the 5 good emperors... and was falsely depicted in gladiator (2000)... and the *** invented stirrups to shoot arrows with while quickly moving and suggesting a Mongol to come along with the perfected idea of that: and pure stink of forgotten hygiene... memorised by the inflamed library of Baghdad and the pyramid of Iraqi skulls... the Romans made use of the calvary by employing only eunuchs in their ranks... well... given no stirrups... you're bound to make scrambled eggs along the ping-pong gallop... could ever a modern woman become a Helen? perhaps a yacht might sail... instead of a thousand worries to contest her husband's pride: a thousand quid... but it would never be such a gesticulation for making worth of a woman to discredit a man... Kant said: i'll marry, only if i marry what i am already married to... which is a transcendence of what a man usually is married to... a woman... a man can marry his work... it's either: a. arbeit macht frei... or it's b. frau macht knecht... well... it's sad... does it matter whether it's a universal truth that has no guiding concern for particular applicability and therefore a non-statistical verification that splinters off a pathos of idealism all too readily accepted? and slogans avoid the details, i.e. a. work power free work empowers toward a freedom... is that the irony of suggesting that the Nubians built the pyramids and weren't the original air-coolers with their duck-feather fans and that the Jews profited from this? as in b. woman power slave women empower toward slavery... sure... patted on the back and constantly bridging gaps and licking lesions of man's struggle... work "sets you" free... and in that " " bubble you can also have: sets your apart from... sets you against.... settles... the notion of freedom... sets freedom... against you... so many variations of slogan grammar... well, akin to the 20th century shogun snail whipping you into: ya, mein herr... and of course, there are the lucky few that sorta revel in what otherwise are told to do: let me shove that remote control up yer ***, and i'll make it less painful... i'll smear some lard around your **** and you start pampering a bottle of johnson & johnson baby powder... for a quest into averting the extinction of snow.