revitalizing ontology,
    on the basis of ***,
          rather than reinvigorating
ontology,
with a post scriptum
that's ***?
              bad idea...
whatever the propaganda
is, left, right, or center -
i'm in the dodo project camp...
i'm not exactly hot-headed
for the passing of the genes
argument...
         i like the role
of a cameo status...
   i'm not here for
the patriarchal status...
            of furthered, in ditto,
example...
           no one said that i have to...
so?
     i won't;
   plenty of useful idiots waiting
their turn;
i'm almost ecstatic...
waiting my turn, for an elaboration
of the ******...
            CHOICE...
   and...
           really?
  i've encountered more prostitutes
who took more responsibility
over becoming impregnated,
than your, "free", women...
              don't start ******* on the foot
that makes the first thread of
walking the pavement
it secured in what it later calls
civilization...
             seriously?!
          a woman can turn a man
into an orphanage donor with a flick
of the index and thumb rickety click click
punchbag?
   - and trans-nationalistic?
          WHAT?!
           i've lost the origins of the plot...
and you don't have one anymore...
       keep it among
the homosexual community of
surrogate mm... -hood...
              mama papa swan...
  i want to commit suicide...
   for one reason alone...
      i can't be bothered living in a world,
in the medium of
homosexually raised children,
and advanced a.i.,
                 sorry...
   too much grammar lessons...
and, last time i checked...
i was taught the english language,
without even focusing on the grammar...
   nope...
              teach a your ******* french bulldog
to usher in a maine **** meow...
    prison? i don't mind...
i guess i might radicalize someone
once inside... it's not a problem!
         but succumbing to this *******
revision of grammar?!
          my first dobermann?
axel?!
                i wish i had him handy right now...
and in most instances:
i can be nice...
but when i ask for coordinates?
******* attitude...
hiding, hiding...
      scuttling like rats
before a pompous fox march...
ah... whatever...
         i already offered a chance
to meet and talk over a beer...
      but... apparently...
  i'm relegating myself to talking
to quasi-autistic sham-exploiters.