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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...

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. . .