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This Form of Life Needs Sex I will have to accept women if I want to continue the race, kiss breasts, accept strange hairy lips behind buttocks Look in questioning womanly eyes answer soft cheeks, bury my loins in the hang of pearplum fat tissue I had abhorred before I give godspasm Babe leap forward thru death -- Between me and oblivion an unknown woman stands; Not the Muse but living meat-phantom, a mystery scary as my fanged god sinking its foot in its gullet & vomiting its own image out of its ass -- This woman Futurity I am pledge to born not to die, |
