/            you know the one good "thing"
about prostitutes?
                ******* are careful not to "drop"
babies into your lap on the "shy"...
          i can walk into a brothel and
always find myself donning an all-body
latex fetish with a ******...
    and not expect: people think so little
of st. joseph, tha carpenter...
  and yet mantra the antics
  of pontius pilate....
                          washing his hands:
          can anyone see the judgement
of solomon within the confines of
               the pontius pilate "mea culpa"?

      so a "futher" is just
a gambling monopoly?
i'm hearing more
about an existential
       contraception
than actual ******* rubber...
or china's one
                       child policy...
twinning anti-asiatic
behaviour:
     the woman above the male
conceptual...
  which is a unit...
   and we're talking
about units: not eunuchs...
      hard to fathom
living under a floral pattern
of female genitals...
     and i'm supposed
to construct an impetus...
for what?
to further this?!
          can i opt out?
oh right... i can read kant:
and actually opt out...
like an aborted foetus:
                   with a choice;
perhaps one better:
               encapsulated by it.

god define the *****...
           at least she's the last,
  and the least concerned person
in making: replicas...

                  she's into the waiting game...
women with
     a st. petersburg apartments?
   no... not really...
tow man in front who has
forgotten playing
                  a ******* mongol...
yes?
              

brick on brick: hey presto!
                a staccato paradox in
                                     a dynamo (misnomer)
                   narrative.
staccato as the new polyphony...

dynamo / misnomer / dynamo / misnomer
  dynamo / misnomer / dynamo / misnomer
    dynamo / misnomer / dynamo / misnomer....

that unravelled cube of throwing dice!

later depicted in videos
exposing a stacking / falling over
narrative!

          ****...
  looking for          the noun
   is so much harder than conjuring
                                        "a" pronoun...

dice: unravelled!

                               cube!
                                           ⚀ + ⚁ = ⚂

        ÷ = divided by, or infused with?

ever come across two mathematical
prepositions so close together?

oh ****... eureka!

      it's not dynamo...

                         but?

                                        domino!

and not once have i conjured a thought
relating to italian pop. dough...
  honest to god...

couldn't quiet
digest my inkling
    into existential contraception,
which, from what i heard,
became much more than
   an ego, and a cognitive "rubber"
plumbing artifact...

i guess that's what you call
                                  dyslexia in reverse...

god...
  this observation is going to be
      so much fun! in the next 100 years.
not exactly castrated...
         just existentially... enforced to don
a metaphysical ******...

              and twice removed from
being a ******...
               but then again...
women would prefer ****** children...
given the state sponsorship of
women who have women later
in life...
        allowing them a carer income...

but the next 100 years of
pacifying the natural inclinations of
males to have a violence outlet being
              a mere confiscate of spectacle
without an impetus deviating from
the sport of boxing (among many other
examples)?

          can i forget "the" past, being
                                  taught: "a" history?
at some point the two will
converge...
                  and now?
                    just a waiting game...
                         even i'm trigger-itchy...
to confine myself to a serenity
of chaos...
                     when the weaker
dictate to the stronger within
                       the regards of a tomorrow?

the intellect backfires...
          of even the most reasonable people.