I like my sex hair, but unlike A. I cannot wear mine to the office (let alone shoulder-bearing-bra-strap-displaying-falling-apart-tshirts… pbtpbtpbtpbt). It’s too bad really, because my sex hair isn’t sexy, that’s not the point. I don’t want to go to my job looking all hot or anything, that would be weird, cuz, it’s my job. I just happened to have had really cute sex hair this morning that I wish I could have let be. That’s all. Besides, sex hair is superior to manually styled hair. It can look anywhere from disheveled hotness to full on tentacled madness and it’s still good looking for some reason. A. has really great sex hair. I mean, in general, but yes, today as well. It will look way different by the time I see her later though because I left way before her today, which brings me to my next post…
Archive for August 28th, 2008
sex hair
Penis.
that is all I have to say, but more people will read this than the brilliant zoo trilogy I finished yesterday.
Penis.
Still reading? Because, that is really all I am going to divulge here and now. Not a sentence, thought, concept, puzzle or dilemma…. just a word.
Penis.
You’re so hungry for the next time I say it. It’s so naughty!
Penis.
OOOOHHH You didn’t!! Don’t say that word.
Penis.
OH my fucking god are you still reading this??
Penis.
Yes, yes you are, and for the simple fact that the word may be written again:
Penis.
Well, you knew it would, and this is the proof that you are a fucking idiot.
Penis.
Ok, maybe you just find this entertaining, but if you’re that smart, you should also know that I am just going to say it again.
Penis.
Dumbass!
Penis.
And somehow people want to deny that we live in a phallocentric society.
Penis.
I’m not even done writing it and it’s my most viewed post!!
Penis.
I can already taste the fame.
Penis.
his blog was so brilliant.
Penis.
He was willing to go right to the edge and step over it.
Penis.
YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER READ IT IF I HAD BEEN SAYING:
Vagina.
Right, like anyone cares about vaginas in any context not relating to a
Penis.
pbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtpbtptbpbt
master of the zoo
they think i scowl
do not be so self important as to assume to me your trifles
tall or short
great or meekest of all, i see none of it
and this bothers you, for you are cursed by emotion when I know boundless freedom that your history books have named power, yet again, assume to me none of your trifles
there are monkeys “in there” yes, but this is not a zoo and assume to me none of your trifles
as you are overjoyed and awestruck, i am master
as you are pained and rejected, i am still only master
i am neither benevolent nor evil, sinister or compassionate, i only am - and this troubles you
you are subject to me for i am all that is and on less than a whim, much less really, i will admit you to your zoo or confound you
assume to me none of your trifles
i do not decide, think, react
i am fluid
gas
an impossible vacuum of energy and anti matter
go from me now young one, this is no zoo for art thou not, and hast thou not been
and hadst thou been thou wouldst know me for mine eyes had you possessed
and it has not been
assume to me none of your trifles
