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 I need less and the only need is the space generated, momentarily, by orgasm; last night and the smiles that precipitated paroxysm will have to stink now, from outside there is knocking, the bill-collectors and mail black with debt shrivels the meat between 'down there'

wilted like this

this oldster once a milker now but must pay bills; this is what the end of orgasm means for Space As.If he was loved, as if neverlove makes no better medicine, gism spilt

that is what I mean

My goal it is to create a self-sufficiency perhaps a crazy sufficiency but one of necessity I am of that station in life where there are a few it it in my social circle where I must create a certain community within myself where everything gendered will have to be desexed an impossibility of course because at the root of every biological circumstance sex is implicated is the derivative but from which all social action melded occurs it matters not at all if I have an audience audiences are merely they happenstance of mass culture and what I am doing has only my spirited mass a nothing from which I shall have to generate a hearth at home from male impossibilities OK I shall meet the challenge it matters not at all world what you see here so crazy in appearance is my incarnating imagination at work go to hell world you are not welcome and this my homestead my cell my Hermitage