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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 happen...

I, hybrid, between those usuals of the mating game do some approximations; my love is pity for fallen women. my love is real. . . Womb! You inspire me tonight and to my cot nakedly again I ache; it will come out, the love handily for Her AngelWithin domestically damaged homeless as God and I am all Penitents are surrendering for all that Power. . . I am womanly, I feel in my woman--  See the inverted pyramid" What I have become I love CurvesCorporate that Estrogen Creates \/ Regard! Some look of Woman, the-man withdrawing. . . Goodbye, man! I never did like you. . .