.if you had any, you'd also know, that the act of urinating, while standing up, is equivalent to a video of a woman ******* in the shower... although... in this scenario: water isn't coming in, it's coming out. ****! i hate being lectured by circumcised men that aren't rabbis!
i always wondered whether
richard brautigan
was right about laughing
in bed, with one of his girlfriends,
giggling at the work
of richard von krafft-ebing
when it came to the act
of a man, *******...
peculiar case: after that shot
of lead went into his head...
not that i'm laughing...
perverse ****** acts...
apparently...
i should be inclined,
as the passive recipient
of the homosexual amour...
impotent masturbators...
hmm...
as one deviant said
to the other:
just give me the 2D
framework of a *******...
the other scenario?
of a 3D woman...
oh... you mean the type that...
might...
"suddenly" become pregnant,
akin to the "******" mary?
funny story, that,
it's been going on for well
over 2000 years...
i mean, the simple bias
for curiosity just, gripped me...
then i started thinking...
but was richard von krafft-ebing
circumcised?
was he exposed to a strobe-light
effect of flesh,
just... *****-nilly... parading?
did i ever think about *** like
that before i heard of whittle richie
prior to being "indocrinated"
to the freudian cluster- / mind-****?
it (or he, i.e. me)
can get an *******
with a *******...
but with a woman, say,
a nurse, or a, whatever...
he's got a limp ****
for some time,
before the arousal kicks in...
and hey presto! little jimmy
has a birthday cake
and a hogmanay bonanza of:
metaphors, fireworks, metaphors,
fireworks!
- i'm that sometimes has
a melancholic "******"
when listening to templar chants...
like... i'm giving birth...
through my head,
to a foetus, that's actually
a vacuum...
but it feels so good...
it's like: you weep for the pleasure,
and you know you're
enjoying the lament...
because, right at the end,
when you stop...
you leave a sadistic signature
of a quivering giggle...
point being... over-exposure...
which began, in my life...
around aged 7...
started jerking-off aged 7...
after having found
a *****-mag. in the catacombs
of a church that was being
built...
but it never became
a scented candle moment...
it never became a web-cam.
*****, live streaming,
earning money moment:
which some girls frequent...
no...
it was straight on
the ******* (throne of thrones),
done the no. 1,
done the no. 2 (sort of)
doing the no. 3
(dilation) -
ploop...
done the no. 2:
useful, really useful,
this, god the ****,
son the phallus...
and a holy ghost of *****...
next up: every time i *******
i begin to wonder:
that butterfly effect, "thing"...
you know... a butterfly *****
its wings in one place,
and a tornado happens
to take place in another...
so... basically only women
shooting blanks (****)
get to enjoy the standard
deviant act of ***...
but...
i'm starting to suspect
that... having a *******
is a bit like donning a habit...
what the monks wear...
now i'm guessing that
pearl jam (that grunge band)
released their album
vitology when reading,
if not the work,
something akin
to von krafft-ebing's
psychopathia sexualis...
i'm guessing:
naughty boy touched
his fiddly bit...
yeah: as "naughty boy"
always does when he's
standing at the ******
aiming for that: 100% accuracy
of a welsh longbowman
in the 100 year war
against the french...
look... they even paint
bullseye in some urinals...
gotta aim: j- -ust
about right... squint the eyes...
but would circumcision
make men more...
degenerate, over time?
if there were no jewish
rubric involved:
it's like a... "treat":
that "extra" skin can come off:
snippy snippy...
but you have to follow
these rules...
what happens when
those rules are no imposed?
hey... i'm starting to stare
into blank, which i once called:
the feeding abyss
thinking:
sure, the added
impetus...
to... search for the supposedly
"lost", "extra" weight
of the body...
a soul "apparently" weighs
21grams... what's a *******?
i'm seriously going to start
calling it a habit...
(NO EXTRA B FOR
INSINUATION OF: HABBIT,
was shouted over the megaphone).
homosexual feeling as an acquired
manifestation in both sexes...
p. 188 of the psychopathia sexualis...
love those words
mentioned - parathesia
& hyperaesthesia...
or... sometime -esque of what
a man feels, within "god's gratitude"
of owning a habit...
you cut that **** off...
well... what are the chances
of aggression being, triplet?
****... the arabian girls were so
*****... they first had
to snip-off parts of their genitals,
and then made them
put on a niqab...
***** as... well: ****!
all of them could be
the equivalent of a genghis
khan in terms of:
in the *****,
of the Mecca Surrogacy club...
as i suspected:
surrogacy: the elevated form
of prostitution...
but at least now two
gay-lords (meet the parents
ref.) are *******
and incubating...
me? as free and as brisk as
a ******* sparrow at this point...
i just want to see
how far relegated i will become
when more, and more
human freedoms are unearthed
and applied to: zee vill
aus zee wolk.
so that's all good;
it's already one thing
to have anaesthetic type of ***
with prostitutes, once a year,
or perhaps two...
it's another to be told:
you ******* because
you're having gender disphoria
or... you're the *****
in a homosexual relationship...
funny that...
maybe the whole
"erectile dysfunction"
is related to mingling in a society
of circumcised males...
who subsequently have
no religiosity,
no moral authority
ascribed to them,
as related to the orthodox hebrews?
you know...
i'm starting to think...
i could probably find
a common parlance
with an orthodox jew...
given: he's circumcised,
and i'm not.
- because that's what
this: extra bit of "flab" is...
you don't feel a need
to explore: "further" territory...
you're not strapped
to a ******* *****-machine
conjuring up new ways
to fill up that absence...
the ******* van gogh /
st. peter's sentiment
of the ages...
my bet... in the furore
of the events...
jesus wasn't circumcised...
hey...
i gamble... but not on horses,
or dawgs (as...
***** ****** would
put it:
yeah... i like dogs).
so yeah...
not many jokes about
circumcision, of males...
and... not many uncircumcised
males... making jokes
about habit comparisons
and: the exponential rise
of ****** deviation
of circumcised males...
being *******...
that... the one ****** "deviance"
they could have been allowed,
of sitting down,
taking a ****,
taking a ****,
and bashing one to the grave
of: "imagining" genocide
was stripped from their,
should they ever encounter it,
state of rejection...
**** me, shylock asked
for a pound of flesh...
i'm asking for what's...
****... dunno...
how much does ******* weigh?
yeah... 21 grams?
the same as the superstition
of the soul when it leaves
the body?
cool...
that's not much...
- so my sole ****** deviation
is to do the nos. uno, dos, tres...
but ***** over there
was a web-cam,
scented candles...
income...
and... what appears to be...
something more than
the missing *******...
i look down:
oh... right...
so i keep the *****...
for all their use...
i'll be excluded from
the castrato choir of the vatican:
******-dooby-do;
i'll just ghost-**** my way
out of this scenario.
- so what wouldn't be
a problem with circumcised men...
their hindered libido...
their subsequent
rebellion against
their hindered libido...
no religious structure...
the woman no being in the mood...
and the subsequent
possibility of outlet
of a simple: uno, duo, tres?
****... i guess i'll never know.
