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 My beard, still insurgent, refuses neutering; I must CUT I must shave to the bare smoothed skin like good gurl; these old reminders of the-hated keep growing, crabgrass daily almost mown Friday night here I am told by parties womanly that I do not quite fit in a good damnation that needs to be for one who's show despisement re that imprisonment into which I was born a peewee destiny that dangles yet a little but which nonetheless begins add to look passably girlfriend I shall endure the solitude it is my sentence for crimes I have committed in all ways do to my mail genitalia for which there can be no good riddance I still shave the white grass on my face needs a daily mowing what once was blonde then brown then dark brown turned into a snowy look a despicable look reminding me that there can be no escape from genetic destiny this blog intends to be almost entirely audio and visual I shall try to make some essay in essay form of how these little tokens of iconography speak to that...

  THIS IS SEX EVERY THING, SEX: IN DENIAL IN AFFIRMATION IN FLESH AND FANCY REIGNS SEX WITH THIS TOOL I TOOL AND  OUTCOMES SPILL STILLBORN NEVER TO BE BORN OR BORNE AGAIN O SEX I CONNECT LIFE BEGINS WITH SPILLED SEMEN WHERE NONE NUN IS FROM THIS NIPPLE I MADE MILK, A MAN WHO MILKS BUT CANNOT MENSTRUATE ACHES AWAY FROM ADAM TOWARD EVE I TOWARDLY GET RELIEVED I womanize, Woman! Grow the more in me! The he was was my-me makes violent enemy I love flowers, so does she in her flowers blossom-I free from man hood which did me never-good