birth my worth. Ghosts, my children, all the harvest of TheMan'sMind'sEye GIT 'M OUTAHERE, TH'QUEER!

 The world enters, the peephole penetration of impossible passable partuitions

birth my worth. Ghosts, my children, all the harvest of TheMan'sMind'sEye <GIT 'M OUTAHERE, TH'QUEER!>

knows a goodlookin bitch when sees me, androgynously, in MirrorNoError;

I LOVE but need no piercing where they call the Quem I am Some Body

and oddly in oddity outcomes the out cum on these HAIRY premises gizms IN BETWEEN

where cums in again a kinda pregnancy. . . The he of me

blissfully beautifully as sissy

finds serenity. In and out the little wholes

I grow gurlsoul, BabyNotMaybe.