/begun as a title, with a bracket, p.s.: (rott-, dober-, könig-über-alles-"tame")... rottweiler, dobermann... könig? ***** of a mother that became more of a mother than a mother could ever be... hmm? an Alsatian! as my grandfather actually reiterated a memory for me: i apparently lounged my bare arm into her chasm of a delayed bark! so much for the seventy-two human virgins... a bit.. Louis the XIV... humming noise... distrative! ugh!

i tend to "think"
of paradise
as consisting of
siebzig-zwei rottweilers...
of dobermanns...
or alsatians...
      in representative
fracrtions...
     jarring...
   canine bashing
for a kiss to exchange
a mouth for a snout...
a breath...
   a breath from man:
unto dog...
      **** the woman iranian
******* with the poetic
mirage...
         i... need... the... grit!
i think to encompass
a trench!
           not some Disney,
                                 fibre!
i can't imagine not "kissing"-teeth
with an alsatian...
     to make:
the mouth of a man
akin to the snout of a dog...
what?!
    there's a woman involved?!
**** me...
you sure?
you sure she's most assured
*******
while pregnant,
  in explaining
                         her universe?!
no?
         hello world, and war,
and numbing 3.
you really can tell
apart desires
with
three, major, dog-breeds...
a rottweiler,
     a dobermann
        and an alsatian
     are the holy trinity...
   given the skull reference...
butch rott-...
inteligensia alsatian...
               and the hart: dober-;
i'd honestly have to be an idiot
to expect
  72 virgins as being my... "reward"...
who the **** needs
                  72 bleeding *****?!

p.s.
  meek as in what?
  the ******* un-circumcised?!
    the half-riddled metaphor
of a case for,
   deviating from the application
of circumcision?!
             the sword without
a sheaf "metaphor"?!
    well...
hard to compete...
with a male who's
meekness has been compromised,
or rather, made: non-existent...
      is that some sort
of theo-genesis
invigoration construct
to doubly compromise
on the focus of competition?!

why do i ask?
jew wanna know!
        jew don't wanna know?
then "jew" is no jew!

just a banality
surrounds
   consecrating
           history with
a "necessary" follow-up of
sentiments,
that might require:
a justified contiuum.