because how and else, would I orientate myself (reflexive) to my self (reflective): pronoun in the immediate sense of category... immediate as immediately mediating a known-self: myself... contra the mediation of categorising senses to spawn ego and diffusing, numbing the sense for thinking and the thinker to emerge: my (pronoun) self (noun) to emerge: the noun giver of nouns: Adam-noumenon... how can I love a 14 year old woman and her mother without rubbing shoulders by the alchemy of doing what the feminists did with: Platonic feminism, German idealism -ism-ism-is-femme... Annia Cornificia Faustina Minor, the daughter of Marcus Aurelius is the only reason his medications exist to this day... just as much assumption goes to benefit the scribbler of the Quran: Khadijah **** Khuwaylid... from what I heard the ****** was illiterate and she was a business woman and no one writes down: O Muhammad without dissonance of pairing up first person to second and third and given the story how he had no o e persuaded in Mecca he travelled to Medina... the author of the Quran was a woman... given the practices of the Arabs of killing daughters  or so I heard the mythos of the Kentucky fried mouse in the cinema of Bangkok... but isn't it like that so: an idea system emerges... then beliefs seep and contaminate and make rigid what ought to remain like plasticine / play-dough... zombies of faith and their ******* ignoble mantras... well it's can compliment the advent of feminism with feminists universalism of woman terror-impression and revision of each solipsism of (individual) man... I'll just tinge every single... ******* philosophy with a dash of Marquis de Sade... happy?! But I don't like sadism: if people are to suffer: let their suffering be educational and self-exploratory... let them suffer to learn... there is no better way to revel in people not being solipsistic (autistic retardo Romeo) by way of themselves the known in relation to a known... but how does one love a 14 year old female surrogate and not play the quirky lingo baron of one's own known: selb? as i asked my coworker when changing shifts: you think it might be considered necrophilia, jerking off to pictures of dead cornstarch (**** stars)... like Ava Lauren... is it so bad to be with someone you ******* over... think of kissing her like it might be slurping oysters... the sunrise of the **** eclipsed by the **** **** of buttons of the **** chequers... but then the daughter and me pretend father... I'm still to explore a recurrence I found in literature, of the archetypical father... closer than the sacrificial lamb... namely? Duke Leto Arteides... and Eddard Stark... the archetype of the father figure having to submit to a higher authority, become sacrificed out of noble yet blind idiosyncratic and idiocy: just so the ritual aspect of sacrifice can be replaced with the prodigal son inversion and heroism to be born... still... that 14 year old surrogate daughter of mine... I will give up drinking once I have access to all her mother's ****-milk juicing...

well... if I am going
to give up alcohol...
as a relexant
and a funnier than any
bite off big white pharma
tonic bitter of pillz...
Seltzer herr, jawohl!
because when I drink
I doubly think
And I'm honest
and I'm like a R.A.F. pilot
vs.... the Luftwaffe on
Night Neon watch bombs of
Insomnia...
if I am to give up alcohol...
I will need a steady stream
of **** juices to slurp...
enough onomatopoeias
of the syllabus and syllablery
of moans
like hands be vowels
Like tongues me vowels
and consonants be the drowning
man's invisible saving cruxes...
And I will need to have
Surrogacy explained...
how can I possibly love
a 14 year old girl so she respects
me without inviting me
to demand of her that natural:
temporal genetic authority...
or perhaps the archetype
of all sci-fi horror being
born from the blindspot
of ego meeting genitals...
After watching Dogma (1999):
I fear we share too much intellect
with angles and demons...
since genitals seem to confuse us...
alien **** eater ******
with teeth... empty head ego
with a Jungian schematic
of tongues...
oh... I'll stop drinking...
Only for a regular slurp of ****
and doggy waggle of tongue in ****.