title: lan-
body:
GUA-hedge
circa...
gauge:
but don't
engage.   502 bad gateway bypass

when i'm about to have *** i get all fidgety,
diarrhoea prone...
i like to know i'm going to get some: for certain...
i couldn't stomach the uncertainty of a date
with a chance: "chance" of possible ***...
international woman's day my ***...
yeah... it will be: but neither up her or my ***...
tactic... do household chores...
drink a bottle of wine... ******* a few times...
but not *******... her my ***** to the size
of watermelons... i don't want to disappoint her
as being unable to get me off when
last time she couldn't because i was too tired...
drink the bottle of wine... go for a mad 20 minute
cycle... to get the blood pumping to all
the regions of the body...
check the ol' pecker once more...
shower... get dressed... get the bus to the brothel...
i'm thinking... one and a half hours...
an hour is not long enough...
i need to feel more than last time...
good choice with the wine...
spirits would knock me out... well... at least the blood
flow...
in vino veritas?! ha ha... if you're into
a rhetorical hard-on of the tongue...
but there's also:
                       *** vino virilitas!
with wine virility!
   spirits don't get the blood pumping us much...
and no... not red wine... not rose wine...
white white... a south african chardonnay...
the signal post...
well **** me... it's so much better...
can't be hung-over about Jeminah ghosting
me... i tried... perhaps i came with
too many gifts... ah... always a back-up plan...
o.k. o.k. which cologne?
****... maybe two... **** around with her
scent... make sure to go for that intensive
30 minute bicycle ride... get the blood pumping
to all parts of the body... come home...
******* some more looking at the photographs
she sent you... but don't ******...
turn those already watermelons into..
the size of two elephants' testicles...
no need to eat... well... "eat"... that's going to become
rather questionable...
oh no no... there will not be any eating: literally...
mein gott... the joys of uninhibited ***...
and i don't even have to get married...
who says you need pair-bonding dynamics
to be in place to encounter someone like...
something borrowed from:
Milan Kundera's the Unbearable Lightness
of Being? who said?
please... please... no diarrhoea in between
here and there... then...
here: now...
              when you have it so few a times...
the times you have it...
you're like a crazed dog chasing a car...
but in this case: i know exactly what i want to do...
give me one of those balloons you can
fold into shapes... sure... i'll do that...
it's a bit like remembering the times
i had a birthday party and about 2 people showed
up... "party": we were supposed to
go out on the town for drinks...
  by comparison? this is so much fun!
   it's like i got transported into the 1960s...
having unprotected *** with a *******...
ha ha...
with wine virility! yeah... white wine...
i'm already hyper: "a.d.h.d." probing...
                   and to think that women can give so
much life to man... yet so many...
deflect allowing such energy to be given...
harsh... international women's day... ha! ah ha!
that's why i'm going to spend this one
with a *******... because: i can...
because it must be done... because...
eh... **** the western culture's feministic
nunnery... like Freud once pointed out:
the Madonna-***** Complex... oh... ooh...
that's very much alive...
   Ahab! steer the ship clear of those rocks!
we're going after the Kraken!
we're going to have a: ******* proper party, we are!
we're going down down into the realms
of thieves, murderers, psychos, prostitutes
and poets! all the ******!
and we're going to go down with
laughter like fire in our bellies and our *****!
with whirlwinds in our heads...
and stones in our hearts!
   oh... and ***** and mouths as wet as oysters
and those massive ******* hard-ons
for each other: too boot.