On Pornography

 

Instant writhing half-gratification

Slip into empty decadence

Availability omnipresent

Black Peach Soft Pixels

Such freedom of voyeurism awaits

An adventure into cyberspace

It never quite gets there really

Just leaves me forgetting swiftly as...

Little red light goes off and I feel a little tickle. Do not resist it, this is pointless. I am weak to this desire, but it mustn’t be called desire. It is so casual, easy and inconsequential -- at least I keep it that way by not looking too far into that iris, that green or brown or blue eye looking back, of course I cannot look too far into any of them for there have been thousands, thousands of them. Perhaps we will pay for all the eyes we've looked straight through, perhaps they will all look back on us far off when, but then, who is this us and we I speak of?

No bracket escapes it and many they fund it, it must be the age of this. Yes, this must be the age of this. One must say this, as it sounds just right. For on this, we do not know where we stand. we know what's right and what's wrong but that is not what this is, for this is beyond right and wrong and simply engrained into all of us and we are not right or wrong for we are simply us. No one has made it this far, and this is one by-product to which we are all hypocrites and which we will never figure out.

We are wired to hormonal glands excreting fuel which wreaks biological warfare: waste of human life too innumerable to mention. Humanity in womanhood crumpled like the legs and wings of a crane fly. This fluid is so much more powerful than any oil or ore we have extracted or found, for it does more than progress, destroy and condition. It creates and brings cataclysm to everything. 

A drill piercing the virgin skin of the moon and drinking her titanium.

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Put love and hope on hold get a fix

Put hate and hope on hold get a fix