wait a minute...

aren't technological
advances

creating
   a hyper-inflated

modus operandi

of contraception?

hell...

      if you can't sell
a rubber in
Africa,

might as well sell
'em a smartphone
in Europe...

technology dictates
the new contraception...

euphoria
of the senses:
lacklustre of thought...
and so few
murky ambitions
to tease solipism...

well...
   is the argument
for the existence of god
as childish as...
say... the "argument"
for the existence of
a self?

it's as hard to "prove"
the existence of god,
as it is to "prove"
the existence of
self...

a theologian,
a solipsist and an autist
walk into a bar...

a pint of beer
represents an
atheist...

   a cake appears,
floating, or rather
dangling from a mesh
of spaghetti tangles,
extended, implying
        marionnettes...
on the receiving end...

technology has
already started to dictate
a contraceptive;
(you're) welcome...
no tsunami,
no earthquake...
no ******...

              because?
if the obsolete nature
of the certain types of work
if not a glaring
artifact counter
to the libido of: breed
and to poverty succumb...

just when the internet
became t.v.: i.e. sterile...

       technology is
the new contraceptive...
a momentary distraction,
now...
  but sooner or later...

     technology is the new
contraceptive,
or at least the past 50 years
borrowed from the 20th
century...

yes... yes...
as ever, the nodding
approval...

         libido exhumed
from mummies and
toilet paper...
an existential concern
for the continuum,
like...
             there was no other...

lacklustre of a suntan...

            grievances
mingling with shattering scorn;
or some other,
interplay of words,
always leading toward
a pulsating cul de sac...

if only death assured us
of the same ease
as that of,
counting sheep.