no, that sort of imagery doesn't
put me off,
   the lake of blood, or fire,
i just think about
   the oxbridge competition
turning to canoes
  rather than sticking to the tradition
of having a rowing competiton...
besides that...
         i'm probably more scared
of an empty *** bottle...
     anyway, so this film adaptation
of a book i'll never read,
only because i prefer books
that allow to pause,
   and allow me to get my money's
worth of spanning 2 years...
   makes thinking a "competitive sport"
dealing with liking your own
company and being lazy in terms
of blah-blah...
    anyway...
  so, even if the arheological findings
in egypt in 1945 are wrong,
and the ancient historian josephus
under the reign of nero is also wrong
and the book of revelation is also
wrong about the 666...
**** me, so many wrongs...
     cut the long story short...
  if he did it for love,
   it must have been out of some sort
of masochism...
     i remember kneeling in church,
  the first imagery...
taking the rorschach test?
for me it would be a trinity of:
pelvis, butterfly, moth, butterfly, pelvis...
moth...
    how complicated does it
have to be?
             so he did it out of love...
sure... the sort of masochistic love
you end up with killing
other people...
   you know one fire-image in my head?
i'm going to plunge:
    i'm envisioning him
getting a hard-on hanging
on that cross...
                   yep... dangling like
a christmas decoration with a hard-on...
   well you know,
we live in times of hyper-gender "issues"...
and thanks to the diaper
  surrounding his "holy" regions,
it makes it even easier to imagine
him hanging on that cross
                 with an ***** phallus -
anyone going to tickle his *****
while he's at his zenith?
   no? no one? i'll pretend to be,
standing against the sun,
extending my hand, and imitating
tickling his ***** with the shadow
of my hand;
the mona lisa enigma is amateur,
take the diaper off that statue...
let's learn less darwinism,
   and more human anatomy;
how do i know that menstraution blood
is clotty?
   apparently *** on a period
eases the cramps,
   ******* in the bath, pulling it out,
evidently my ****** was riddled
with fudge-clot-blood (sour milk
   in a cup of coffee)...
   never mind, at least i wasn't
all wrapped in latex getting *****
with a ***** shoved up my ***.