August 22, 2008

  • Phallacies and Phalse Profits

    Very few and far between were those deserving the appellation Goddess. They were amongst the fallen remnants of hapless beings, victims of social impositions and misunderstandings of their own demise.

    Men faired no better. We had survived in greater number than those worthy of us while we ourselves were unworthy of them; and all that remained as if strewn about the countryside, gutters hillls and dales was human garbage.

    So the decision was left to the individuals: we saw before us the product of Patriarchy and we also recalled the cruelty imposed by the Heterosexual female – was the idea of procreation itself, worthy, or was it merely a mutation a megalomanical mistake.

    Surely some Goddess would fall. She would allow the dieties to continue. It would seem to man as an act of self sacrifice defilement, a falling from Grace. The end of all dieties, the end of all Goddesses for the continuation of mere mortal beings

    Thence all of us realized our fate as we watched ourselves parish. All of us are now bred into mortality the paradox is that now our choices are more limited.

    Would our progeny assume some importance that would justify taking these Goddesses by force? Or would it be best to wait, to take pleasures amongst ourselves until righteously one by one we were chosen.

    Plucked like a stud from pasture. So agricultural that they suckle from the tit of a beast

    Such is the present condition of man. May she that is most worthy step forth to make her claim from amongst us; until each of us are chosen the ultimate pleasures of the Phallic wand shall likewise remain amongst us.

    The Introduction of Promethea

    Beastly burdens below while the Phallises of the Gods stacked, ornately displayed portentious and propitiously in their manly quiver

    The lower classes know of it as a Godly imposition they dare not complain; the middle stratum knows it merely as, an imposition, thence morally presumes the author could do no wrong. Perhaps, then, a creation of God himself, so suggests the antient philosophers and yet, we, query amongst ourselves, rhetorically lament … what ever happened to Sovereignty.


    GHOST: This is the voice of Democratic approbation. The attrition of the individual by the State. Your opportunity to step outside of yourself to mix and mingle amongst the masses to embrace and adopt whatever ethos prevails as the Great Work of the majority. To slither and slide in a large amorphous ass, loose and infirmed, a pile of Hermaphrodetic earthworms.


    Join us !! Conform, slither and slide !!

    Your reward is presented as you wiggle round to the east bask bask your eyeless head in the sun while all humanity cheers behind thee … for a boy it’s a pat on the back after getting a haircut to match his uniform, what shall it be for a woman?

    This, is the voice of Democratic approbation, what may I do for you today?

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    moody
    oXo
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