(AppreCJ8n, 0.35: The Psychic Gender?)
roundedupt'a monad madam, vividly faint conspira-'she'
my sexlesssoapboxtip disingenderously tickedoff f'an 'it is...'.
Outed: art ta oughts, outer thoughts - romance of subjectivobjectfictivvywizzycation's
crowning unknownness. Ta brightsidedbrains' ease in traditionedition chains,
testy fey hairymissionaryary tiradetidings of artists artraditionairyfury,
a contratradition. Tho'n my case, like the limp links, woe nearly alnilly
nuggets-o-nought, latebricole soul for no faith in desire.
For the freedomnot ta love is brittle, not even heretical
goodsense. Endearing dubiety? Yesandnobutton both counts
farlesso than claims
of casual psychic peeping, parttime prowess for presage, a notthefullhalfadozensense
that's prated individuation yetconversely common hunch ofalottawomen itseems.
Kinder than a knickerig 'kinderegg' indubitably some are,
but those female instincts ha' vaunted, yep, delusions of 'female intuition',
whichmaybecomplicatedby
'most haunted' and 'most haunted interactiveliveplusextra's greatest trailers'
outtakehighlights' - where delacorah, he'll say aunts long shuffled tweaked his aris at the
séance, whilstina cackankled lather evie's trepid band of drawersmanurers flee ectoplazas
o' ectoplazmas and ectoplazgranpas. Repeating like ghosts on the chick channel
a dispiriting dejaviewing numbness of times , wherehasmy life gonefollowedby
'fleetstreet shagstrology' then 'celebrity psychic safari with mystic megatron'.
Leads ta haunting debates 'pon
mentalism potential of the sexes: they'reither regular johnnycainers campaigningta replace
mathemassive lore of space that occupied herschel,
with starrybook of bookie skies, graecoromanically disnified; 'relse all spaewives,
whose third ear for eerie eavesdropese speaks, like madame jeepers or other
etherdivas, astralplainly.
'Twot impregnable 'cept impregnatible lot oft fancy themselves!
But i'm no hope fool
fafandabbidope horoscopes,
nor'd i need th'amulet mincepies of agamotto or thundera
- normal nature's super if fun darer but not nagalotto Cee's my future!
In my doting soulwindows,
my gaminely smirking smirqueen.
Her ace claresentient face
in my breenyglues,
which widenwider at Her wonderwoofwoof.
Combustivelycurvey as a starfellfrom
thesky not a taxi,
o i count my blessing, counts for even more than all the hallowed sexual postions!
i simply couldn't contemplate a simple heterofelch norshudder testes beput in a teapot first thing
- 'xactly wotShe wozfinking - so when i wake at the craic of afternoon, contentjustta
contemplate Her stunning mien, for brekkie some recre. recce o' Mavourneen Cee, like petals
on a plate that stimulate ah sacred vitamin within - outsakes e'en materialpossessions
o' sentimint condimental valuations are blandonandaband',
cans them square diets does this Vixen, my vision's victual, my verse's victim.
Coz one yummy squinnyan' lice ya carpidiemmy yunno
love is the conditions allo' ourlow callow values should
mealtickertape, incorporate, fashaw
it's 'roundwayotherthenot' the other way round
when it comesdown ta the bestlay plans
andtheobjectof one's pelvicthrusts.
XXX-
zactly what i was thinking