what of nature is eaten by the mouth of man,
so too eats the genitalia of
woman with as much ferocious gluttonisation -
no serpent of eden care more
for the reality that's bound to tempt the choice:
either know or be known -
below the standard equator of the body
as the point of disembowelment and Cesarian birth...
spewing toward a heap of two tonnes
of sardines with a stench that can't classify
**** for the scent of strawberries...
proof of solipsism? a man sitting
on a toilet for an hour with a newspaper...
disproof of solipsism? a man easing a **** out
on a crowded train... ****** expressions?
piquant... yonder! the lustless ******! or what
would be said when the gyroid was out of place
when anything concerning sine and cosine
reflected the one plausible coordinate of
tangens... namely 0... so in whatever algebraic
form interweaving sine x with cosine z + + +...
you'd still get the tangens either side exponential,
and your own summary, bound to that
infamous biography of never reaching fame...
and that myth of Atlantis and the serpent there?
more like an octopus that fiddled and slobbered
the **** than said: of this fruit an addition
to your "natural" duality - to encourage your number,
replacing dualism with a dichotomy...
rites of passage for the ceramically fainting skinned -
ivory and squint, then
diddly-and-piglet-or-flamenco-skinned-squat -
wide-eyed... or listening to how the Bulgars settled
in Europe and became ethnically cleaned with
neo-Cyrillic... or as some say: proto-Greek revisionism...
some words are familial... i can actually attest them
a phonetic synonymous that's familiar to the ear...
but the little words... remain with origin bound,
rather intact... only nouns get ***** to assimilate...
it's the little uh huh and um and om and
so many in between that never reach cleansing
a tongue fully...
to be said: kinda slavish,
archaic ***... *** that also said:
Commodus was one of the 5 good emperors...
and was falsely depicted in gladiator (2000)...
and the *** invented stirrups to shoot arrows with
while quickly moving and suggesting a Mongol to come
along with the perfected idea of that: and pure stink
of forgotten hygiene... memorised by
the inflamed library of Baghdad and the pyramid
of Iraqi skulls...
the Romans made use of the calvary by employing
only eunuchs in their ranks... well... given no
stirrups... you're bound to make scrambled eggs
along the ping-pong gallop...
could ever a modern woman become a Helen?
perhaps a yacht might sail... instead of a thousand worries
to contest her husband's pride: a thousand quid...
but it would never be such a gesticulation for
making worth of a woman to discredit a man...
Kant said: i'll marry, only if i marry what i am
already married to... which is a transcendence of
what a man usually is married to... a woman...
a man can marry his work...
it's either:
a. arbeit macht frei... or it's
b. frau macht knecht...
well... it's sad... does it matter whether it's a universal
truth that has no guiding concern for
particular applicability and therefore a non-statistical
verification that splinters off a pathos of
idealism all too readily accepted?
and slogans avoid the details, i.e.
a. work power free
work empowers toward a freedom...
is that the irony of suggesting
that the Nubians built the pyramids
and weren't the original air-coolers with their
duck-feather fans and that the Jews profited from this?
as in
b. woman power slave
women empower toward slavery...
sure... patted on the back and constantly bridging
gaps and licking lesions of man's struggle...
work "sets you" free...
and in that " " bubble you can also have:
sets your apart from...
sets you against....
settles... the notion of freedom...
sets freedom... against you...
so many variations of slogan grammar...
well, akin to the 20th century shogun snail whipping
you into: ya, mein herr...
and of course, there are the lucky few
that sorta revel in what otherwise are told to do:
let me shove that remote control up yer ***,
and i'll make it less painful... i'll smear some lard
around your **** and you start pampering a bottle
of johnson & johnson baby powder...
for a quest into averting the extinction of snow.