6 aug. 2015
Alas (2013)
Alas! I do not need this erect cock, the magnificent, yet repulsive pillar; life-breeding; life-corrupting; every wanderers foe – let me rid myself from sexualities, let me sever these profane limbs, these testicular curses, the oak tree of ruinous dignities, from where debaucheries and loss of self hang in clusters!…Lift me from procreation’s yoke! I don’t want it, need it… my burden weighs as it is! A woman’s maw will detest me and I will detest it – it has seven billion other vermin to corrupt at will… That man whom can not strangle the moaning voices of his own repugnant body is no man at all; not in any respect or regard; he is a mere beast amongst his awry kin, a sickness, embarrassment… the mere, shallow tide of an uproarious ocean retreating and unfolding with impending wrath at its every breath!
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