The corporeal bond relentlessly affords us the ability to transmogrify our own sterile, static encumbered states for a transcendental voyage of polarised fantasticalities. An unflinching gaze focused squarely on unrecognisable flesh organs reinventing vitality through mutilation. Forging forward with the squirming parasite that is the penis and the visceral nightmare surrounding the forbidden vagina. irreversible disease and decay alleviate the desires
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
The Horses' Penis.
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The Lost Apocrypha
Chapter One
Alexander Hennison was his name. Alex to his friends. He took the horse's penis in his hand, and Jehovah smiled, beguiled.
The End.
P.S. The above story is a meticulously contructed allegory, dense with rich thematic elements and devastating moral implications.
I ask you this: when the apes come home to roost and your mother sets in the sky, what else is there to be said? Nothing, besides this universal truth:
1 comment:
The Lost Apocrypha
Chapter One
Alexander Hennison was his name. Alex to his friends. He took the horse's penis in his hand, and Jehovah smiled, beguiled.
The End.
P.S. The above story is a meticulously contructed allegory, dense with rich thematic elements and devastating moral implications.
I ask you this: when the apes come home to roost and your mother sets in the sky, what else is there to be said? Nothing, besides this universal truth:
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