the train eventually stopped at some medium sized down that
moses never visited...probably because there was no sea
to part...once you get good at a trick like that...you really
want to exploit it...shit...the men may have gotten excited
and self righteous...but the ladies would have been horny
and wet...think about it...it is within the nature of most
women to want to be protected...but to be supernaturally
protected...this is a state of being that very few could
ever resist.
what moses did was wonderful...yet the aftermath was never
discussed in the bible...that is,everyones wife wanting
to fuck moses...are you offended??? fuck you!!! if you know
anything about the history of israel...you are quite aware
that possibly the main issue that the lord , god , all mighty had
with these bastards was that they perpetually felt a need
to have their children butchered to foreign gods...slaughtered
, even...yet the reaction that one has to these people desiring
to screw their protector , unless i miscalculated , is one
of disdain and horror .
the caveman who got the best woman was not the one with
the biggest cock...nor was he the best looking...and he
sure as shit wasnt the most beautiful deep within...he was
the fucker who could slay the biggest mother fucking dinosaur
in the entire valley...and so it still is today...like it
or not.
the spirit within is easily disregarded...so it is , once
again , the desires of the flesh that rule virtually every
one of us...and they dictate to us that we need security...so
poets alike myself , who were completely abused as children...are
overlooked in terms of being mates by the rational members
of the female species...they look for ''the biggest club
'' instead .
ironically , in later life...people change their priorities...sometimes
because of a type of spiritual awakening...sometimes because
they simple become aware that the big club was beaten against
them as often as it was beaten against the dinosaurs head...that
is to say...time teaches those who want to learn...some
big fucking lessons .
in this small but beautiful town...i ran to the corner store
as fast as i could to buy the kids each a sandwich...i was
not their protector...i could not and cant even protect
myself...i just wanted to buy them something to eat...they
were wonderful kids .
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