What’s changed?
I’ve been swamped
Swamped out in my activities
I’m so lazy I use my foot to press play, on the space button
A night owl left to his devices
Beginning to run out of daylight
you cease psychologically maturing when the organization that maintains your personality stops releasing updates, condemning you to life inside a vulnerable, abandonware brain
For every psychoneurological syndrome, there is a corresponding ontological affliction:
Alice in Wonderland syndrome—your body is growing and shrinking at random
Alien Hand syndrome—your limbs are responding to impulses from the wrong brain
Cotard’s syndrome—you are a zombie
The sugar, the porn, the social media—these are modern hyperstimuli targeting basic human drives; but what exploit is more ancient, more pernicious—the BED! We sleep in corrupting nests of softness, weakening goose feather; your body was made for TREES
Pour wine into the fire and watch it burn drunk,
the flames transfigured into lazy red waves,
the sparks gliding in spirals that trail through the dark,
the roar of seething fuel turned to an echoing cosmic giggle
Liberation of the senses
Art breakin the mould
Explode outside the frames
Through the containing
The height of Neoclassical revival
Let the cakes rejoice
Liberated pigment
Airlifted from canvass
10 by 14 inches of Dali Dynamite exploding with strange airness quality
Sells for a fortune in exclusive galleries
An auction at Sotheby’s
A pilgrimage to Christie’s New York
The Old Masters are now depressed in price: you could buy 20 Rembrandts for the price of a single Modigliani.
What’s highly regarded in one generation is very often contumaciously despised by the next. Just sit back and watch those Damien Hirst prices collapse. He will be down there soon with Vladimir Tretchikoff’s Green Lady.
But once past subsistence, we begin to make choices which express ourselves. This is why Nietzsche believed that all of life is a question of taste, and why Marx said the epic battles of the modern world will be fought not with lance and sword, but with dry goods. And, especially, art.
The critique of commodification gives way to the commodification of critique.
Consumer culture solved the problem of class action
Art is free
Artists don’t sell, people buy
Most proponents of eschew philosophy as navel-gazing aphorisms and platitudes, seeing the field as the decrepit grandfather of science.
The lazy assumption that science is founded in peer-evaluated, culturally neutral exactitudes while art is an indulgence of frivolous luvvies
You make your fortune in whatever field then retreat into the comforts of “art”. This is a one way street
Vienna, The music capital of the world
Paul Gauguin’s political views
350th anniversary of Rembrandt’s death
A painting by Ruben
and some Violently sad violin music
Somber sounds from a Cello
classical and baroque string players
Suspenseful and orchestral
Vocal fry
The lauds and vespers reached my ears
A little high-strung like I wanna join a quartet
Always end in a high note
The requiem for the end
Or the overture of the enduring
Match the intensity in the crescendos
Complex notes
Hitting the syncopation
That classy variation
Super high tempo
Complex and compelling
Very distinctive
Acoustic strumming
Tense guitar chords
808 percussion snares
The lushest soundswell reaching up to the skies
Knocking on heaven’s door
Seen the heavens with the largest telescope of my time
Art is the only reason
Its gonna give you the whole fucking world for free if you just love it and hold back nothing
Jinns choking on incense
And endless fog of low grade evil
Neither of God Nor Satan
Sitting low like a lambo
Industrial Britain
Birmingham
Alexa play Red Right Hand
Young Hegelians discuss the philosophies of the day
A handful of chatechumen extremists
Drenched in class consciousness
The rallying point of…
Rebellious fervour
An open invitation to anarchy
Knights of the Crusades
Slaughter that resonates Centuries
The rise of Russ Vikings and Visigoths
The filthiest of God’s creatures
ancestors to the Normans of York.. William The Conquerer
Landed on the beach of Normandy
Lancelot-Guneviere
Phantom Wolfgangs
Pontifex Maximas
Socrates – a gadfly
Charlemagne – Middle Ages
American Protestantism
Portuguese Pirate culture
Britain’s Gulag
move in lockstep wit
Njiiri’s revenge
The Assassination of Chief Waruhiu
The readers digest version
The messenger can be shot ESE!
Wasted men of past wars
The Legend of Mongol cruelty
Expedite the arrival of
Dictators of the 30s
Regimental banner
German principalities
Politics by the mob and guillotine
Draw some blood
Ruffian’s done less for more
World Bank monies
Control the macreoeconomics of a country
Bear hugs from Uhuru Muigai
An attitude of a Jetliner
Hard sell tactics of Monsanto
Jinamizi la sukuma wiki
It is perhaps fitting that it was a hypermodern
A reference of Otto Dix War Trip Tych
The smell of high octane fuel
V12 engines
Pop Smoke
The sons of Mithras performing Tauroctony
et nos servasti (?) . . .
Sanguine fuso
The year is 517 AD known as the Dark Ages and for fucking good reason
French wine,
The swill from South Africa
I don’t know the difference 😂
Tastes like Robitussin
Let the wine breath
They’re just species of grapes
Grown in different valleys
I say, “Pizza.”
And she just looks at me and says…
“This is too full-bodied for a pizza
Get a Chianti.”
That was my first lesson in wine pairings
I mean, last night a waiter asked me what wine I wanted with my fish…
completely froze up.
White burgundy.
Well…
what about halibut?
Pinot grigio.
– Octopus.
– Pinot noir.
– M&Ms?
– Diet Coke.
Let your date order first
Sexting with a straight face at the dinner table 😊>>>>>
If you don’t have a seat at the table it’s because you’re probably on the Menu
They got the appearance of dinner…
Impossibly beautiful bodies
Caramel that defies belief
Enthuse the evening a great deal
Mood lighting
Slow jazz
Baby making music
Me personally I’m in those comfortable spaces where I can say;
I don’t want a splurge
If I can’t sustain it, I don’t entertain it. Kama sijawahi jipeleka mahali nikaspend 20k on me, siwezi fanyia dem. Self love muhimu
I know, the need to brunch so hard
Feel compelled to brunch so hard
Eschew the old expressions of affluence
Wildly outlandish fuel and sustenance
And when we are not aware of ourselves except in a symbolic way,
we are not related to ourselves at all.
We are like people eating menus instead of dinners. And that’s why we all feel psychologically frustrated.
If you take the Maasai shuka, I’ll do the heavy lifting
Out in nature, not a soul in sight
I’mma keep it disney
The simplicity of pizza dates gives me a meta-boner
The sounds of belts unbuckling to assert dominance
She mumbled to me something about dignity as we made out
Told me I should buy her booze next time
Said she could down a whole bottle of Black & White
drunk sex is so nasty, I miss it 😭
Broad daylight sex makes your realize just how intimate an act this shit is.
No liqour courage, no hiding behind darkness, u mad vulnerable, basking in your filth
Cooking raises your personality by almost 400%
A foretaste of Delights a thousand times superior
Succulent is the only constant sexy
A moveable feast
“Squeeze, Don’t tease” ~ Otis Redding
Heracles
A package of shaky sumptuousness
A new egocentric permissiveness
Crown my labours
It’s 100% like cooking
Smash perfect
To perfection
Unlock new levels
Live upon strengthening foods, exciting comfits, aromatic plants, meat, honey eggs and other similar viands
An energetic stimulant for the coitus
Passions for coitus night and day
Living upon yolks of eggs fried in fat and swimming in honey ,and upon white bread, he drinks nothing but old muscatel wine
Filet mignon
Helpless against my food-themed endearments
White chocolate mousse
Cream-puffed things
Brisket
Cheesy potatoes
Meringue pie
Creme de menthe
Lambrusco
A thick juicy chateaubriand
Finely nice
Brisket and turkey meatloaf
Nutella Pancakes
Mint julep
Perrier-Jouët
That tasty Sherman
Lobster sushi
A whole lotta escargot
Cherry tomatoes
Creamy dressing
Wagyu beef and balsamic reduction
Greasy asparagus
With pounded condiments
Al dente pasta
Quail biryani
My stomach is having mixed feelings
Make a coarse rub for the lamb breast
The fat melts and mixes with the spice rub
Honey glazed ribs in whisky sauce
Yeah, sizzle those juices
Burrata in Herb Oil Drizzled with Cognac Honey 🌸
Goat cheese
Mushrooms, butter and unpeeled wedged potatoes
Throw a block of tofu into the butter
Puree roughly
Sautee to a crisp finish
An infusion of roasted flavours
Glazed with paprika…. Imitates
Imitates the taste of Cayenne
Flavours coming together to add layers of complexities
You don’t want the curry masking the pork flavour
Flavours compounding later after layer
Creamed spinach and steak
Oil and garlic
Milk and vanilla
Searing sexiness
Conflicting moderation
Portion distortion
Lotion and mandazis
Matumbo Unga ya chapati
Boil the offals for two days
Shallow frying at low heat
Spread the toppings to the edge of the sauce
Left to stew for an hour
Fried meat, crisp edges, served with basil, lemons, onions, lots of onions and Tabasco sauce
And dhania or cilantro
Mukimo ya njugu, chicken stew ya minji na maziwa mala for the smoothie
Smoothies in screwtop jars
Bell peppers
Red green and Yellow capsicums
Infused hoho stir fry
Stir fried spaghetti and Avocado
Lasagna sheets
Mustard to give the cheddar some bite
The trophy slut with the ever expanding ass
Teach myself to dine with restraint
Beleaguered into a gentleman by a tight black dress
And polka dotted red bottom heels
Her dress fitted like a sheath.
She never looked more tempting.
Noticing the hell out of her
What’s got the boy cheezin’ that bad?
A gentle brush at her silky ass as he pulled down her panties
Nothing sexier than pulling down her panties while her dress is still on
Or taking off her shoes
she talks—a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy.
She tells me that
Her father was a Womanizer
Thigh-monger
Wanawake hawakuwa wanapita mbele yake
To quote her verbatim
I am merely putting down words…
Hivi ndio unasema
Story, story, story come
Voice has sex appeal
She doesn’t get embarrassed easily
She thinks it’s a pillar of her brooding charm
I wish she knew why I liked her
Her body is free, so are her thoughts
I don’t like oral sex
I just wanted her to shut up
Whichever comes first
I’m just passing by in my barracuda silence
In a disaffected manner
She’s a careless sleeper and I own that ass supresumably
His right hand cupped her right butt cheek and spread it to release the lips from their clasp at each other.
Toy with her previous to the coitus
Prepare her for the enjoyment, and neglect nothing to attain that end.
Rummage her in a convenient measured way
Explore her with the greatest assiduity, and entirely occupied with her, let nothing else engage your thoughts
Do not let the propitious moment for enjoyment pass away,
The moment when you see her eyes humid, half open
Heaving deep sighs, her eyes languishing, her mouth half opens and her movements get heedless
The emotion exploded out of her groin
With breathless enthusiasm:
It’s so corrupt, and sexy
It was raining cats and dogs
Her crisis
The acme of enjoyment
Impetuous ejaculation
Suction pump clasping and sucking with an irresistible force
Powerless to retain it, for the orifice will not relax it’s hold until it has extracted every drop
Exhale fully without the Suffocating affects of Love
Liberating his absessions from his deepest psyche
after looking upon her with unnatural urges regarding her private parts
The Rainmaker’s prerogative
Tingling relaxation and ease
American Blackhawks and hummingbirds
Autocannons raining bullets from the sky
Minigun’s dry
NATO rounds with rimmed cartridges
Constantly engaged senses
Squirting out progeny
Urethral contraction
The culmination of eroticity
Ecstatic motions in orgiastic rites
Pumped up by sexual fury
things acting upon the plastic faculty of the imagination, unfettered by the bodily senses, to dramatize themselves in images and figures that were woven into the tapestry of sensory experience and resulted finally in a “significance” of moment
The excessive practice injures the health on account of too much expenditure
For as butter made of cream represents the quintessence of the milk, and if you take the cream off, the milk loses it’s qualities, even so does the sperm form the quintessence of nutrition, and it’s loss is debilitating
Sharpens mental acuity but
Massively debilitating
The power of disintegration that a woman exercises over a man when she unites with him in love and the sexual act
The terrestrial woman was substituted as a means of returning the life-force, by way of the dizzying ecstasy that Eros can produce between two sexual beings. The active and the passive, the golden force against the captivating and sympathetic wet force that dissolves the former in its own enclosure
On this plane the phases of the rapture produced by the extraction, then by the arrest and fixation
Cutting the wings of the dragon at the height of it’s flight into the ether
And the felling of the bull at the end of his raging stampede
His Lance appears
Consummated in her sensitivity and faculty of sensation
There is the danger of being overwhelmed by the experience itself,
of failing to master the use of the subtle essence which we have to know how to extract and preserve: for it is like the bursting of a dam.
The already difficult trick of closing one’s eyes and fearlessly letting whatever happens, happen is complicated by another subtle and equal necessity: one must kill as well as be killed, and fix what is fleeting
We must awaken the force but not let it unseat us.
The characteristic depiction of this ability is dramatized by the myth of Mithras who seizes the bull by the horns and does not let go despite the animal’s mad stampede until the bull, exhausted, gives up and allows himself to be led back to the shed
Also, here is a bull. I think we all know this is a metaphor about the difficulties of navigating somebody else’s emotions while trying to protect your own,
like a bull poised to defend and attack,
Some very obvious symbolism.
Some people have auras so dense you can float on them, swimming in their colorful spheres of intent. Some people have auras so dense they act as black holes, and past the glimmering event horizon you’ll never leave their orbit again
You are the fire burning the cathedral,
blotting out the stars with your roar.
You remember past lives, consuming Savannahs, and forests, and you thank the humans for creating this richness of structure to destroy
She may be lying in bed reading a book,
she may be making love with a rugby player,
or she may be running like mad through a field of wheat, one shoe on, one shoe off,
an ogre pursuing her hotly.
Wherever she is I am standing in complete darkness; her absence blots me out.
A constant bombardment with tenderness and sweet talking
Versatile and resourceful
Revealingly
Allowing the intellectual and creative juices to flow
Coco wa Ice T
Malik and Nancy
HanSolo and Chewbacca
Dali & Gala
If we have Beautiful women we have everything
Sounds like providence
Doesn’t it….
The fairer sex
Above temporal matters
I feel like talking shit .. whatever
If I express my submerged disgust
Call the maledictions of heaven upon
struggling for the appropriate tone, resisting the impulse to
Tell them to fuck off proper
Who, for starters
When you can’t spare her the heroics
Speaking in straight lines
Just to see what happens
Just to see how it augurs with the crush
I’m scrappy like that
Fate picking it’s own for certain tasks
Drifting towards what gravity wants
Burning out in someone else’s atmosphere
Too beautiful to be believed
Chasing highs we’ll never feel again
Stonewalling me
The whole 9 yards
Whatever that axis was
Some things we’ll never know and we’ll be content with not knowing
Dare to make a move
Throw some dudespeak in there
Dare to dream
Throwing some ritzy black tie
Beauty is where
Where potential is most released/ realized
Beauty abides
She wanted extraordinary, He gave her the undisciplined
A self serving move
Intended to lure out her earnest
Stinking of veneer
The sophistication of a gentleman is always veneer
Am well prepared for the day she starts to throw whim around
That’s okay, I’d be insulted if you didn’t try
Stand in awe at the scope and depth of culture
Slightly soporific superiority
triggered a change in me, left me warm with good intentions.
Leaving early to avoid transtyrannies
Madly in lu
And other lies that I have loved
Wow, if you squint, it almost looks real
And I say absolutely
You can’t time love
You have to live it
It’s a messed up loop.. totally ruin the waiting game
A way of telling you to stop turning it into a waiting game
There’s never a perfect time
There’s just right now
Denouncing every ounce of selfmastery
Liberating the creative Dionysian spirit
Exerting every ounce of selfmastery
Makes me fall violently out of love with her
Unless I can discover an alchemical trick to turn this into gold
I’d rather fancy that we’ll survive
My real question is fuck, marry, kill……. ? But I ain’t gon hashtag it 🥴
People can’t take having two conflicting feelings
It’s cognitive dissonance
So they have to settle on one
Think of it as a love-hate relationship
You eventually settle on hate because you can’t take feeling so much affection for someone you can’t stand
As happens to people who love a thing so much, it destroys them
You destroy the thing that you love, it’s the other way around, what you love destroys you
Embrace womanhood and all it’s trappings
Altruism forms a major part of her femininity
Hanging her heart on my whims
Can’t screw it up
I like my peace
But, this has it’s charms
Humors my existence
Asking for anything more is fatal
Unless she offers it herself
Trust me to accommodate the elegance
Trigger whatever fundamental aesthetic algorithms
The best of the best forget the rest
Sprinkle on it though
Has a certain dauntless quality that suits her quite well
It does her wonders
It’s blissful
Her beauty reinforces the sheer magnificence of existence
Mi najua dhahabu yangu iko Kenya
Naomba uhai Mashallah msee
“I warn you, do not desecrate my daughter” ~ Mahershala Ali
Maintain the desirability over the long term
Nothing’s as good if you don’t share it
The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground
90% thrill seeking
Nothing that you and I could trade places for
Into her list of respectable writers
Stinks ambition
Larger than life
The silent power of the pink
I could use that better than anyone could
Deserves’ got nothing to do with it
Give it to me
You dingleberry
I deserve it all. Give it to me.
I just think he’s a little over-anxious
I think he wants it a little too much
Whatever that makes me… It makes me
How do you want it?
Pedagogically bent
Am just setting the table
For educational purposes of course
The feel of her walls
The gist of it
Affords me the context to belabor my point
Brush strokes
I just know her raw presence slaps
Dear me
Something about her positively demands intimacy
Be sexually responsible,
Hold that energy for something sacred
Someone with the same intensity
A hybrid of lust and magical eruptions
Someone willing to teach you about peace in your own body
Someone who respects water and the well they drink from
Someone to learn from
A baecation. 3 nights. No phones. Raw is Law. Ganja burning. Hard Likhwa. No clothes. Fuck like dogs
That would peak for me rn.
Honestly.. for like a week, month even no phones just good vibes n lotsa coit
Being babied in the bathtub
A slow handy as I lay on her boobs
I thought you were Sui generis like no other
Must be a common misconception
Context is of importance
I signed up for it under the countenance of decisive beauty
Falling for her has gotten quite oppressive
Violated a reasonable standard of care
These little slights were
Deep indignations
Instead of letting me know with her smug affect, she bemoans the fact
Looking for an excuse to lean or keep leaning into her own unpleasant nature
The last person I expected to bring me bad vibes
Inchoate subconscious proclivities
Not this, not that
Don’t be so fucking binary
Who monopolized your mind
No problem, what else do you want
I’ll put it in your shopping cart
Take some mud and create your own man
Lethal with her smarts
Figure something out babe
Exhausted by the ineffectual game
As opposed to what is
The cruelest trick is that Sisyphus believes he is making progress. He would give up, but the mountain peak seems closer every time
Reversed double standards and situational ethics
Go out of your way to prove you have no sway
Wakanda nonsense is this
I swear on my side bitch I’ll be livid
Now say it like a man without crying
She’s a Globetrotter
Kirukanjia
As usual my FOMO is misplaced…
Soaked all those foreign foods
Marinated foreign flavours and spices
You know thyme? Wacha tu
Atakosaje kuwa mtamu
I guess we’ll never know
There’s a position I’ve been dying to try
Before it turns into a miserable obsession
Somehow you can’t picture that,
Some people lack vision
Morally opposed to what she doesn’t do
I’m Nostradamus baby
I see the fucking future
Baby it’s in the stars
I confess that I had taken my personhood as an axiom—thank goodness for your intervention, which taught me to doubt my consciousness, agency, and worth, and build them where they were absent
You bash the gooey producer and he finds shame in drooling
He was wise not to pursue vigorously
an afterthought, no more, tacked to an infinite calendar.
Assign my subjects to a placebo
Hearts’ not innit
Create precedence for filth
Allows for the principle of…… To be operated through her
“Why is there no god of flirting? Because eternal return, or the death of gods, is just the absolutization of flirting” is also up there.
Money talks, Gazeti Ni ya kufunga nyama
Get money and stay fly
I’mma let these racks talk for me nigga
You’re either rich or you’re stuck
Spend indecently
For which I’ll pay
Kenyan Bills
Crisp thousands
Billionaire society stud with a Warlock routine
Kajillionaires on yachts
Reading Bloomberg transcripts
Most of the good stuff is in the footnotes
Slime life – Algae
Honey hued
Money hued
More money than God
Hubris like a boil
Municipal Darwinism
Slut shaming for Billionaires
metaphor for the whole transhumanist movement
We’re in the solar system of a second rate star,
Three-quarters of the way out in a spiral arm of an average Galaxy,
Only one in billions of galaxies, each of which has billions of stars
Thread the needle
A cocktail menu with prices that’ll scare the Dickens out of you
At a loss to tell you how they are made
Gilbeys Gin, Watermelons, Fanta fruit punch
Gin, Tamarind juice, tonic water and lemon slices
Sugar syrup/ cintronella/ lime and sparkling water
Lite beer
Pressing apples for cider
Confirm all the pectins
Carbonation masks soft drinks
Still drinks are too syrupy
Suppress sweetness enhance sourness
Pound and macerate the fruit of the mastic tree with oil and honey Then drink the liquid first thing in the morning
Shitfaced with tequila
Croon like Marvin Gaye
Brooding with a glass of rum in my hand
Oh, right, the problem right between rum and gin is that gin
Leads to the melancholy, whereas rum incites violence
You know, it also
Allows you to be liberated
From your self-doubt
What are you Drinking?
something dangerous
She’s so beautiful and so self-possessed
It’s a triumph
Lilith’s eyes
Sauronish
This Breeze of magnetism
Gracefulness of her waist
Amorous expression of her eyes
It’s like if Sharon Leal and Aubrey Plaza had a baby
So chill
You
Overlook the fine print
Low-key evil
But with a chill vibe
a very SPECIFIC type of FIINNE bro
Ferrari red lipstick Looks boss on her
To my stunning kindred
The one with the irreproachable shape, whose smile is resistant
I eagerly desire your possessions
It is not proper for a man to feel friendship for a woman
;for if their hearts once incline towards each other,
Libidinous desires will soon invade them
,and with Satan enticing them to do wrong, their fall is soon known to everyone
We shall fornicate together unknown to all
It will remain secret
The affection true and
And their intercourse pure without infidelity or treachery
Unknown to all
If you wanna change the playing ground I’m down
Take me up on my Heart to heart
Make a weekend out of it
Pound the pussy all weekend
I wanna fantasize with you
Then make it come true
Everything’s medicine, everything’s poison
Hormesis,
A little bit of poison to make you stronger
I’m gonna stand here, pretend to be unaffected by your sexy self
The reeds bend, so as not to be destroyed by the wind
Succumb to the all engulfing levelling malevolent effect
Accurately contrived occurrence
Embrace her interests and tendencies
Twitter is a mirror, and you aren’t even the tortured watcher, you’re one of the reflections
Here’s a scary story
By the year 3000 you will recognize yourself more in the half-conscious digital clones remixing your social media footprint than in your mutant offspring, minds and dna warped by the world’s evolving cruelty
You meet in virtual reality, to cry and play while the bombs fall. One by one, you watch avatars go stiff and flicker out
Temptation wafted right under my nose and I resisted it
Something about saving myself for my wife
I’m a sucker for temptation but temptation isn’t daring enough
Resisting temptation creates potential energy. Heaven is just a battery—when god needs power, he lets virtuous souls sin
Plausible deniability is my love language
If her intimacy issues can handle it
experience attraction, but feel no need to act out that attraction sexually.
Strange and counterintuitive Regal flirting
Counting on her to say no
I’m a gourmet, not a glutton
Morally am in checkmate
Like a connoisseur in a wine cellar
One chooses one’s vintages with care
The reds and the whites are enjoyed both
I’d rather she remains unsure
So much inside, wit learning, wickedness even
One does not hurry such
I’ve been making her last
It’s really impressional
It’s not just sustenance
It’s an addiction
The very reason its so Unsatisfying
Kissed her for 2 hours straight coz her stressed ass needed it
Afraid to squeeze
The window she leaves open for Hanky-panky
Civil tongue
Self denying extreme penances
The things God allows
It is a lie, this folly against self — Be strong, man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.”
Do not go gentle into that good night,
RAGE
Rage against the dying of light
hugs that lasts two minutes. no words, all body.
The things she could do with just a hug
That hug that opened up possibilities
Placid about the transition
Grant a sigh
Forehead to forehead
Eye Lashes like a giraffe’s 🦒
Making her contemplate
calculating his next move to only heighten the sensation.
The journey that lingers in the deliberation
Goosebumps, the hairs on my body erecting from mixed excitement
Sharksize Iris dilation
Live for the rut
Like a wild beast in the rutting season
The air crisp…..
Filled with anticipation
This’ rarified air
To make the fatal step,
to throw everything to the dogs,
it’s all there, in what’s said and what’s left unsaid.
Trembling kisses, she’s a fucking delight
I knew it was going down when she said she wasn’t in a hurry to leave
Pace myself
My speed made her worrisome
I messed up her plateau twice
Making her feel lousy
Suction impressed on humid lips
A trembling emotion
Sonorous vulgar kisses
Her fruity lips attack mine
You can feel the power surge hours later
She gets all catty at my humanistic ass sometimes
not my girl saying her mans grabbed her from the booty hole like a bowling ball
The insufferable finger
Peanut butter on both sides, jam on the middle
No one wants their slices soggy
Too dignified
A sandwich is to be strangled while being devoured
Pin you up/ overstretch your panties
Lift her up with an asspinch
Ki-Lewis Hamilton Ki-Marcus Rodriguez
V for Venus
Italian twin turbo heart
Scuderia Ferrari
Crankshaft
I’m telegraphing every thrust
Am really going for it
Am inside her from behind
Choking and squeezing her repulsive spirit
The repulsive spirit of a woman who sells pussy
It’s church for the irreligious man
Cravings that makes us cling onto our lives
She fucks so hard
That her heart bursts from the effort
Drives like a sports car
With her tongue out
Take the pleasure with avidity
A lifespan measured in kilometers
The order of one tenth of a second of lap time
Crunching deceleration on the breaking
The brutal mechanical strain of Formula One
Give her some beautiful children while at it
Ratchet up the emotional experience
The emotional driving experience instilled by Enzo Ferrari
Suffer from the drop in serotonin due to the secks
Running on fumes
Grunting and moaning
Very little left in the tank
Grunting and begging
Comfortable enough to groan
Exhausted like Dubai stocks
Pounding raucously
Little was out of bounds
Free flooding sexual rage
Fuck her on my knees
Yanked her hair like a rider pulling on a horse’s mane
Fast and rough
Pulled hair Tight archs and ribcages
Nutting and crying from the stupendous confectionery
That was something else
I’m now drunk
Swept up in something beyond his control
Developed palate wavelength
My preponderance
Handling it well
gyrations of libido, which is Freud’s word for “blind lust.”
The emission of the sperm to calm the lust
Expel it to be free of your lusts
Madness mahn
Where did love come in
She Detoxed the impulses
Ouroboros head eats tail
What causes the impulse ends it
Fine I accept
Holy yuck
Each more intense than the previous
It’s all you
You did this
I can’t get enough
The margins are unbelievable
Give it to me everyday
Fuck it whenever before she weaponizes it
Why is Pussy so good, like WTF is in there 🥺
Mo Gbona Feli
turn me into a Patron of the Arts
It was like a magical potion that gave remarkable powers to
those seeking it, but not those drinking it;
The inability to seek is the curse of the wretched
She laughs really hard when I motorboat her tits
Which tickles me to no end
Bare breasted, wasp waisted with a foul mouth
Chupi homeless… Fight with strings during lunchtime
Dental floss
Thank the fuck for sassy women with dirty mouths
Her dick suckin urges are back
I’m manifesting
The dream of Venus
Unfettered desire
Ever the consummate oyster
All my years of hardship melting away in her mouth
These all too rapturous moments in her mouth
Trains all subservient capacities
Via the agency of an organ
I was alive the whole time, till I wasn’t
It’s a peculiar sensation
This double consciousness
Lose the power of speech
Partake
May eat to surfeit
Our lives are now forfeit
In the moments of the highest oral intensity,
that which is said is consumed in the act of saying it;
all representations are reduced to ashes in the act of being expressed.
There are no longer any semantics, only gesticulations;
no longer any ideas, only tropes of energy;
no longer any meaning, only temporal stimulation; no logos, only orality.
There is no longer anything holy, only heartbeats;
no longer any spirit, only breath;
no longer a good, only the movements of a mouth
Wistful of
Crescendo highs
His verge was standing up like a column
a full-swelling introductory theme in what amounts to a symphonic structure.
Stretching out in a spiritual manner
Hit the right emotional notes
Spiritual heights
Sing Gregorian chants
Fluid organics
Always fluid
Extreme lucidity
The sky is about to fall
What do you do after a piece like this
When you reach heaven the fall is devastating
What they say about military brats
But she’s hot
So I can deal
I ignore her then I remember her when it’s cold & raining
And I’m alone
Shiid.. she ain’t been my girl for a minute
She gave me a tug once
Real Soft hands
I still feel like texting her sometimes 😂😂
Horniness is a cruel taskmaster
I liked her, but really, she was just kind of there to be there.
shaggin once n viewing eachothers insta storys for all of eternity
Living in my memories post nut
Memories we made together leapfrogging to the front of my brain
Enhanced human faculties
Sensory echoes and textured shadows on my mind
I liked it
The closest I have come to
I need to come closer
Most evocative
Daring exploits
Grandest of gestures
What am I saying
The thought can be greeted with a life affirming Yes
he shall remain in pure ecstasy forever.
As though I would never return to a state of repose
Am on the rise every second you breathe
like a tower of dung that takes twenty-seven years to build but keeps perfect time.
induced a rapture that has become the
touchstone example of ecstasy.
His most enduring gift
Carry a solace to their thirsting vaginas
Little women love it more and evince a stronger affection for it than
Aroused by the ghoulish greed and fell horniness of these sharpers
Skinny girls be having some deep ass pussy 🥴
I am saving Bella Hadid in the race war, she is sweet and unproblematic. Just gets plastic surgery and slays.
Honestly, she will be my wife if all else fails.
Regale us all about Thick women in jeans
Jeans almost Bursting
A strikingly beautiful woman
Her rump sways the way a rump is supposed to sway
I think I’m having posterior motives
Possess an old yearning to tame it
Half pie , half pudding
Maybe I oversold it
I am pretty unbelievable
Lazima uangalie variables
You couldn’t eat it in a day if you tried
You’d need to get married to it to fully consume it
There is a trader’s expression: “Never buy when you can rent the three Fs: what you Float, what you Fly, and what you…(that something else).”
Yet many people own boats and planes, and end up stuck with that something else.
an abstraction called “his wife”
If you remove regular sex from the equation, you remain with a liability
sending an expensive signal that they are
free—and, ironically, competent.
Ironically the highest status, that of a free man, is usually indicated by voluntarily adopting the mores of the lowest class.
Give a woman agency over my life
Permeate myself through
Someone with impressive tastes but a different perspective
I have self-determination
A woman to poison my thoughts
Chewing mint leaves
Belladonna alkaloids
If the ring fits
Everything I own is in that ring and it’s yours if you take me
Nothing’s free, goes the aphorism.
Even to my cynical ass, the sheer fuck you-ness of this action towards
The worst philosophy you could ever wish upon yourself
The line of scrimmage
Matches the color pallette of …
The eyes of your beloved and the feelings they inspired
Obliged constantly to puppy dog
Edit my wardrobe for her coz she makes good chapos for me
Threw some unlikely high street fashion
Armani Glitter
Classics of the male wardrobe
Graphic shirts from Prada
Calvin Klein and Giorgio Armani are still alive
Toweled.. welcome me with open legs
Spread those thighs like you’re expecting the biggest cock ever
Sumptuous naked coochies
Incredibly perceptive
Don’t borrow trouble
This insane excitement of seeing her naked
A honey trap
Relish in her explicit contents
Her magnificent thighs and rebounding navel
Density, thick as thieves
How lascivious that woman is
Burning hot with amorous desire
Emitting strong perfumed heat
sprawled out on a bed while indulging in careless canoodling.
Fingers do the most damage
vacillating from the front to the rear
Her coochie on hard
Artistic bedazzlement
Phosphorescent women
Sustain the trance
Gorgeous iridescence
Ready to spread her scent
set the shores a little wider
Her remarkably carnal smells
Extraordinary
Saw something I like
Her period boobs
Lako jicho
Bad eating habits
Nips bloom
There was um
drenching her titty
Stewing it
Where she is in her cycle
Looks like a good day to fuck her
Are we doing this?
Ask me, tell me, make me?
Tease me,
Make that thing move
Show me
Make my blood rise
Christen this face
The temptation of St. Anthony
The whore of Babylon
Spirit me out
I’m thrilled
Turn me on
Drain me out
An animal’s immediacy
Lay it on me
The steam, the tension
Searing over
Unyielding swelter
Drinks in the deluge of the day
Slithering with horniness
Hyper-ultra-suggestive body movements
Sweaty ass cracks
senses unfolded dramatically
Life is best lived through the senses
Desire
Bury your face lips first into some Goldilocks
She found it insanely erotic
Patterns of radial infinitesimality lead us
You just gotta breathe and subconsciously absorb it
Taste it,
Expand your palate homie
So sexy I can’t even stand it
Diffuse vitality turned into desire that hotly devours all oily wetness by which light is extinguished.
The seat of an insatiable appetite of sickness and death
The Zodiac or forces of animal vitality
The thing that beseeches you to join her in bed, or in the shower
the most heedy desires made apparent
A woman’s definition of being grown and fun
Throwing peace signs to special women
Requires a Listerine aftermath
Tongue deep in the strangles
Twinkle twinkle
Beginning to unravel
Your girl is on fire
Begs my pardon for having such a fat ass
Soak up the sensations that come with Rapturous pleasure of backwoods
Profane energy of fleshy buttocks
Allusions of exuberance
The human body was clearly designed for dirty sex
Demonic lust
The onlyest way to find out is to find out
Drive her wild with the backhugs
Right in her alley
Feel the pangolin hardness under two layers of thin clothing
Them baggy onesies that bring out that crazy ass,
Was, in very truth, as fair a specimen of winsome …… Womanhood as one could wish to see.
Cravid earth mothers
Weighty with fertility
Enormous buttocks
So pervly ornamental
O, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs?
I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt,
big with seed.
I will send you home with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your lover! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt.
I shoot hot bolts into you,
I make your ovaries incandescent.
After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards.
I am fucking you, so that you’ll stay fucked.
Thicc lightskin women are just too much
Too much is exactly enough
Illegal
Amoral
Nebulous
A glorious party all by herself
She wants to sugar mama me
Ply me with liquor
Something by Sophocles
The original motherfucker
Deep tissue penetration
I goes deep in that ‘sugar’
Its a balls deep stellar invasion that doesn’t leave room for improvement
Balls deep stellar fuck
The balls need some pussy warmth too
Let us emphasize in passing, that the myths of emasculation may also be considered from from another viewpoint.
The goddess Venus under whose footsteps over the Earth, the flowers spring up afresh.
Likewise, the Earth produces vegetation from the blood of the bull stricken by Mithras
“I give the Life, stability, purity, like Ra [the solar god] eternally prosper like a flower in the Divine spirit
Invite the purge, confident in quantum immortality. I want a timeline as exotic as andromedan star-maize; I want to see the shimmering apocalypse, slick with blood, violence buffeting against my indestructibility
Pandora embraces her status as a freer of evil things. She tills mass graves to rouse the ghosts of tyrants. She leads Satan out of his glittering wet labyrinth. Everywhere she is the enemy of fences and inhibition
Laid up with a fine creature
Her negligee on the floor
Criminally horny
Heat envelopes me
Leg embrace
winged it like a pro
affected by her sex appeal in a positive way
I have feelings for her
Like slutty feelings
You could so much as breathe my name
Please forgive my loyalty to my
It’s a hard want
The nature of an extremely fuckable woman
Unaware of the sense of properness
Adds gravitas
Quaking my foundations
Sexual intrigue
Beyond my ken
A more potent high to dazzle the senses
Self sabotage of my subconscious
Instant sensation and the release it brings
My reaction was more than just an attempt to curb an excessive appetite, though, or a response to sensory overload
When I half pull out and I’m barely inside
She’ll just rock against me to get me deeper
I don’t have to ram it
She drops ass
She bestows upon me astounding works of beauty
Settling down upon his engine,
Allowed it to penetrate entirely into her furnace
Warm lava slides up and down
Our hands meet to slip it back in
Let’s just leave it out there
Just for a second on it’s own
Let it happen
Shooting and reloading almost immediately
Take breaks and risk losing momentum
We needn’t stop at the verge
Calling it even is such a vulgar notion
The softness of womanhood
Slam her down
Found it unbearably poignant
Anatomically correct
Horrifically female
Part tiger Part Malta
Surprisingly tasteful
Frightfully glamorous
The neverending highways of chocolate with occasional bumps
In more context
It’s female,
Not human female,
Goddess
Fluffy with her lil gut too
Hitting me with those big ol lesbian feels man
A woman nonetheless
Warmblooded with the flavours of ovulation
Slutty and divine and pretentious
Hot women require extra dipping sauce
Good ol’ ass tearing
Methodically sculpt
Working the ham
Massaging breaks the muscle down
Makes meat juicier
You don’t see people slamming the dough down
No
You treat any food like that and it’s gonna bite back
You knead it softly and it’s therapeutic
Now, Don’t overhandle
You want it right at the verge of crumbling at any moment
Her defenses were down
She smelled nice
Like she planned this all along
I’m flattered.. She planned on devouring me
You can’t be too prepared
pink booty trunks
Too nice to wear everyday
It’s for special occasions
I’m weirdly flattered
I slip into a trance when she whips her hips
I came to unburden her
But fucking is a happy accident
2 layers of Cashmere
There’s an extra layer of heartbreak
Well formed springy bosom
Bouncing uncontrollably
The integrity of a balloon
Intuitive hands
Squeezing as a pastime
It moves like water
Squeeze it like a beauty blender
Intrinsically enjoyable
A powerful motivator
Pedantic attachments
Balancing precariously
The medieval loaf
Preindustrial rye bread
The elastic gluten giving it a soft springy texture
Sexual architecture
Usefulness optimization
The area under the curve
Silk glove handling
The smoothest ass in the world
It’s wet paint, I can’t help but touch it
The cymbals
Wanatingisha marasa all over
Bare silk deep chocolate
Handprints on mines
Liquidate all my movable assets especially those in corsage packaging
candles lit, black packages would be unwrapped, in the quiet sacred spaces lust creates
Single woman at large
Gift wrapped for me
Not your garden variety beautiful
She was dramatically attractive
Bro this girl is wearing a full juicy couture tracksuit with yeezy boosts shoutout her life
She snaps hard asf like she owns the sun
Exquisite wickedness
With a with a playful Gikuyu accent
One variant must always lead the way
Genuinely attracted for it to work
Babes with insane fantasies for a nigga
We practice like we play
Used to dick her down
Got All the smugness
Dating to add texture
She dug her heels in and got the man she wanted
Felt good being with her
I didn’t think, I just took it
Life offered it and I took it
I was an intense sex god in this role that she could have been a Popsicle stick and I could ship it.
Bold dark baldie with tight calves and a phat ass
The pronounced robustness of her dark glistening calves in a mini
Glasses of dark confectionery
Made for the rigors of fucking
Array of culinary delights
Showing tremendous pace after getting glimpses of her naked body
Held sway by a young maiden’s muscle tone
You should see her on a nduthi .. the arch is part of her
Spooning her gets me in trouble
Yes, babe, I heard you. I am up here writing about you and you divine it well.
Juicy hoes
That bronze chocolat
Veronica Malibu Bronzing powder
Every day’s titty teusday
Titties that would never pale into insignificance
This is the true mahogany
One of the more prodigious sights
What a woman
Keen to show her at her best… In all her dazzling sensuality
Such are the dimensions
We cannot commemorate this with simplicity
It must defy time
Lineage of other attractive persons
Botticelli’s Venus
Its a family of curvy brown women who smell like kiwifruit
Now I want a kiwi mango smoothie
Eating treats from her hand
Fucking love that shit
I don’t have to look so menacing
I’m a talking flower
Looks like I got mixed up in something very nice
Petting those thighs without a hurry
My succulent juicy fantasies
My nasty wholesome slut
has two fingers in my fly
Reaching for my
Careful woman, that is a loaded weapon
Niko Kengele Bell ringer
Stripped to the bone
Dangling like a stethoscope
she’s clutching it like a lifesaver,
She knows so much ..
How to hold it
Most important, exactly when to let it go
Treats me like a piece of meat
And I like it
Fried chicken in a bucket
Guide her hands to my cojones
Gave me a disagreeable surprise
Leaking pearly beads
Thick endless ropes of precum
Highest form of intimacy is from fearless women
I wouldn’t dream of subjecting her to anything less than the style she’s accustomed to
Radiantly happy in our little love nest
My soul hurts watching her dance,
and as her hips sway to Summerella my penis seems to scream.
She’s Botticelli’s Venus come to life, and every second that I’m not impregnating her is a second of tumultuous anguish.
So the clothes are off
The deadly feelings she elicits
Very vigorous unbridled passion
the room is dark and the carpet is sticky with the kümmel that has been spilled about.
In lewd of what happened
What she did was unholy
She held up for me my favorite titty
Smothered with chocolate
Sips of overfed air
took her hips and began thrusting her into to air.
Arch game brazy
Misanthropic fucking
This is what smoking crack must feel like
Need something to hold on to
Fistfuls of braided hair
This is such a rare opportunity
Banging away into a loving passionate thing 🙂
An incredible turn on
I loved it 😉 so tender…facial expressions speak volumes.
Everything natural is perverted and vice versa
Devouring and yearning, the voracious greediness, the root of all desire
Am very inappropriate if you initiate it
Sometimes you just need a hard fuck
Yien marom kodi
Your nigga runs on kerosene
exceed by delicacy
delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.”
arouse the coiled splendour within
take your fill of love! I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours.
The dragon and the Phoenix locked in perpetual struggle
Of course I’m the dragon in this scenario 😂
The two enemies are embracing one another. The two serpents of the caduceus are intertwining themselves (male with female) around the rod of Hermes, who is the true thirst maker from which it is possible to obtain all the orgasms but the work is arduous.
Labours of love
👃🏿
👅
🍑
Passion, lust
Oh Darling
Red clay
Glossy lipstick is all the rage
Inviscid spittle smudges to say passion
She feels a responsibility like…
like a nurse in World War II.
Testing my endurance
What she did was unholy
I always wonder with women.
Do you think about experiences
you had in the past,
or do you just invent stuff?
Refined enough to be able to accompany and surprise what happens behind the scenes
Behind the scenes of the consciousness of men and their history, Where the physical eye and doubt alike dare not stretch
The parameters of desire
Intensity sensational
Her cheeks stay open
Gets hornier when it’s raining
A dirty word overbalanced by
Heavy sweetness of the grapes
The thirst is so raw
The residual effect
Bodily health, the absence of all care and worry, an unembarrassed mind, natural gaiety of spirit, good nourishment, wealth and Matchless vigour
With all the aesthetics involved
We could make a porno
Fast women
Slow Nights
Hearts beating in a devilish speedbolt
Our souls bonded over our hearts tempers
Told her she the only one
Looking for that special guy to routinely dump inside her.
Brings out the metro in any guy
Says that my cool nature belies my ability to fuck
A hot horse requires cool composition
Focus on speed on steed
A Stallion who’s killed men before
I could bench press like 5 of you
Curious mix of a woman
Marathon fornication
Full blown addiction to the illicit
She made me relapse
The copperhead serpent gave her the universe with everything in it
Rubbed it’s head against the lips of her vulva
Boop her clitoris and call it cute, bitches love romance.
If we fucking raw, nobody else should be touching you
Burdened with a great deal of natural sexiness
Mind and body
It’s a vulnerability for me
Am too inappropriate for texting and new relationships
Game’s afoot
I can’t forget to carry protection
Untamed in seasons of abundance
The hoe life will embrace you back
They said and I quote “you can’t outfuck a woman” 😹😹😹😹
Cleopatra’s sexual conquests
The great seductress of Egypt who painted herself into a queen
Hoe extraordinaire
No one sinned quite like
Soaked well enough
In molten gold
an exquisite lapidary quality
Prima facie case of Glorious exploits
And Lubritiousness
Made such a radiant impression
A tawdry affair
Luxury, delights, sensuality and exquisite decadence
Milan, the house of Gianni.. designer DNA… Kaleidoscopic prints, unbelievable supermodels
Sexual variety
The whims and caprices of Greek gods
Audacious cleavages in the book of Christian Dior couture
Terrible whims
Do you know where you are?
And yet you enter still
Astonishing sensuality
The house of Caligula
Titties and parfum
You have no idea
Marvel of Marvels, magnificent furniture, couches of all kinds, Rich candelabras, splendid lustres, sumptuous carpets
Licentiousness reigns in this palace
Exclusively consecrated to debauchery
Proximity to feminine energy
As abundant as the sun
Time for my sundowner.. A welcome relief
Like having a spa day
Awaken the muses
Painting nipples
The attention to detail
Nipple braille
Leggy women… A natural glam walk and the meanest twerk in the book
Every mama with nice legs is fuckable
Tribute to Zendaya and her long legs
New energy
Your flyness
100% not platonic
A very particular type of girl
Dirty like a Martini
So visceral, so dangerous
Gets softer when she’s loved right
Cherry picking studies have shown that rules of engagement
She had a good heart
She couldn’t say no to his energy
Her slutty compatriot … A feast for the senses
We carry a happy secret us two
gotten off alot in wildly numerous positions.
An out of body experience
Masculine hands to support her jumping jumbos
they bobble a little when she leans forward.
Hold onto something
Fascinating waist
A symbol of her nastiest wildest dreams
Her feet don’t touch the ground
You like it?
I can tell
Accommodate pleasurably
Magnificently fills her emotionally too
Nobody’s dirtier than a normal looking girl
Catch any man’s eye and manage to stare them down
Have a salutary effect
Magic is woven into their existence
It’s generative faculty
Kwangu chombo Cha starehe
A different kind of dopamine
Almost forgot how it felt like
Second to none
Designed to impress
Dirty minded
Draw my sweatpant strings
Quiesce her
Her soapy insides
Squelching of the flesh
Brought that waterbased
Sorely needed
There is no statute of limitations
Psychiatry has built an entire infrastructure around the definition of normal.
Mary Leakey with the Bone action
You Open up pleasure zones
Her tiny punany
her posture taut, as if she resented immobility,
and unfeminine, as if she were unconscious of her own body and that it was a woman’s body.
Occurs at the height of the embrace and orgasm
Subjected to a deliberate control
Surprising it, arresting it and taking possession of it at the moment it is turning to the procreation of another being
Hence the sense if the double aspect of Love and Death in certain ancient deities: Venus as Libitina is also a goddess of death
The convergence of the various meanings is finally complete in the Hindu notion of Kundalini which is at the same time, the Goddess and the “serpent power”, the force that has produced the organization of the body and continues to sustain it, the root of sex, the power manifested in death and separation, and the power used by the Yogi’s to cross the threshold of Brahma and break onto the Royal Path
The power in man that manifests itself as sexuality
The fiery lightning bolt that brought down the Titans
An extraordinarily difficult and perilous path, a royal operation, prompt and quick, but the sages reserve it only for princes, alluding to the presupposition of an exceptional qualification and natural dignity.
This is the one by which no man reaches the palace of the queen
That it is impossible because it consumes and can only be suitable for incorruptible bodies
Moist dangerous lip
Most dangerous lips
All kinds of stubborn
The folds on her lips
A little too perfect
She eats pussy and It shows
dirty and immoral. How you liberate her prejudices?
Bedchamber duties
Tastes of a Maharaja
frightening me a little with her heavy Lesbian air.
“you’re one of those benevolent lesbians, out to meet a hot guy and make friends with him so you can sample-suck some clean dick”
Perhaps some of these women will sample their first woodie,
and feel some ancestral ripple of ecstasy deep in their genomes.
Lips painfully fine
Do I close my eyes and imagine?
Yes
That’s affection not carnality
Anticipate someone’s needs
Passionate men live longer
Wrap it in slob
Go sloppy
Roll baby roll
Like I’m catnip for her
Closing your eyes opens your senses
Getting primo fellatio
You’re dirty, I’m a fountain ⛲
The drip is the best part
Like porridge on the outer walls of a mug
Staggering unbearable Tremendo
She gon swallow that fortified starch
ALLERGENS: May contain Nuts
I love that over the years my women are getting kinkier aand nastier , LOVE IT !!
King in all but name
The Queen’s lover Almost certainly becomes King…
a statement of utility disguised as a compliment
Her oral Majesty
Makes me feel like a stud
Without the Disrupting teeth
The male climax
The buck stops here
Insofar as I’m a man,
Everything I glimpse is frustrated by the limits of male sexuality
Treason against her Majesty’s government
Lesbian sex deserves a baby 👶🏽 😥cause that shit be wild ..
Rubbing their lamps vigorously
I mean It’s for sure more than that,
But hey,
E for Effort
The Brazilian was done yesterday
The temptation to compliment
This lush expanse of Meadows
Like some great hand fashioned it to look like a garden
Its so charming…
She won’t tell me what she doing with that chic
With that dyke
Once the male gaze is taken out of the equation
Can’t tell me nothing to convince me otherwise
Pay the ultimate compliment
Tasteful
Nothing salacious
What a lovely parmigiana
Keenly aromatic
Acanthus Foliage
Figleaf over genital
The devil’s nightmare
Stripping them of their gross corporeality
On a new moon w a full zodiac spread
Amazing.
Being gynandromorphophilic is the most natural thing in the world.
Confused dicks
Simultaneously satisfied on a level they cannot truly describe and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that
The fire choking out of it’s own smoke
Kind of perversely dignified in a way
Nastiness that makes you dizzy
Holds its head at the idea of beauty
Hydra-Medusa orgy
Eskimo Brothers
Confused dicks and Homoerotic feels
Trojan-Horsing it with
Noxious goodies
comes with the woman
A Chic fashion accessory
Intensify our delight
Diamonds are forever
Beings all made of power come to us from above – Celestials,
thinking Diamond and Iron, within their craggy graves . . .
Lightning-flashing powers, out of you comes the perfect form of the crystals.
In the head and shoulders is the power-that in mighty angels thinks earth-as in the breast, blood and rhythm are the sun
An ultrafine layer of a particulate of some sort
Possibly cocaine
Peruvian Flake
Michoacan
Acapulco Gold
Ginuwine Diamonds baby
All diamonds are blood diamonds
Nothing on Earth is conflict free
That’s Bullshit
It’s like recycling
Brilliant cut, conflict free from Botswana
the word brilliance refers to the cut
And if we use the word divine in connection with the golden section of Fibonacci… the brilliant cut is nothing less
Every living thing is connected in how birds, fish, bulls, and even the invincible humans like me will come to an end– it’s Carpe Diem (or Y.O.L.O)
The hairlessness of humans perplexes other mammals.
They call us half-creature, half-flower, because our skin has the texture of petals, and withers in age like old roses
All complex life shares an astonishing catalogue of elaborate traits, from sex to cell suicide to senescence,
Bananas transmitting melatonin Wi-Fi to cure insomnia
Shash is Blue Dream’s equivalent
Very potent and still makes you a genius
Rash endorsements of marijuana
Entropy also applies to states of mind; it is easier to destroy an emotion than it is to create an emotion. Most drugs delete your ability to feel sad, rather than making you happy
The solution is to alter our brain chemistry with regulated doses of pharma
An elephant’s dose. Enough for a whole family
With the raw experience of humanity’s dreadful capacity of self-destruction
What separates the recreational drug user from the habitual
There are no intellectual deficits it’s a motor scales problem
No matter what era you live in
Compulsive theology
Mendacious drivel
Incidental drugs
Muddy coffee
The cure for fun
The overpowering taste of coffee
Over sugar my latte
Coffee is not a soft drug.
It is a HARD DRUG.
And why it is 1 of the many CAFFEINE DELIVERY SYSTEMS ALONG WITH ENERGY DRINKS & TEAS.
FACT: Caffeine powder is 100% interchangeable with cocaine.
This is the reason Coca Cola switched from Cocaine to Caffeine in 1904.
SPEED
Luxury vehicular stealth
A whip you’ve never imagined
Maybach 57 and 62
Polished automobiles
Lincoln Navigator
Curtains inside the phantom
The Bulls of Ferruccio Lamborghini
God of the Asphalt
A cosmic speed limit … 20 octanes
Without evoking some capricious gods
Cruising round Tigoni in a Bentley Bentayga
Smoking hookah in Casablanca
Didn’t mean for that to rhyme
Fucking under a Tuscan sun
Rome, Bali and Tasmania
Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan
Lobsters so thick, mangoes and no word for money
Malta or Venice
The City of Playwrights
The gates of Vienna
Marble and Jasper
Fusion architecture
European Riviera’s with palm tree-line pomenades juxtaposed against centuries-old Art Noveau architecture of Budapest
Terracotta of Lisbon tiles
Traces of Renaissance aesthetics
Essential photo backdrops
Frenetic opulences
Blue Mosque & Hagia Sophia featuring prominent displays of both Byzantine and Ottoman styles
Symbolic heart of Eastern Christendom
Self-styled Caliphate of the Bosphorous
The Agean sea of antiquity that lies between Turkey and Greece
Jewel of the Bosphorus
The ageless charm of Copenhagen
Bohemian commune
Pastel architecture of Havana
Immaculately preserved
Beauty that is multisensory
Finest example of superlative
Chalk it up to
Partake in more traditional pleasures
Overflows with storybook charm
Wild Technicolor
Fill a dozen travel itineraries
Stamps on the Baasaboor
Fucking in Phuket, Thailand
Tasting the salty sea air
They serve French Bread and teach yoga
The pool at body temperature, you can’t even feel the water
The shores of Bavaria
Diani, East Africa
Strawberry daiquiris by the beach
Belching the waxy taste of guavas
Ol Jogi
Rift Valley ranches
Pockets of acacia forest
Vladimir Lenin living as a nobody in exile
Live quietly and modestly amid writers and artists in Zurich
A picture book chateau by Lake Geneva
Davos, Quantico, The Vatican,
Sleepy Bulgarian towns
German City of Cologne
Canadian virgin forests
Sicily’s hilly countryside
Humongous Jesus in Brazil
Sexual ubiquity of Tahiti
Hedonistic inhabitants of Ibiza
increíblé Calamari
HOW MADRID BECAME THE MOST EXCITING PLACE TO EAT IN EUROPE
There’s more to a meal than meat
I’ve got squashes and zucchinis
Whatever’s in season
A gregarious clean bite
Severed the head neatly
No lasting injuries
You’ve taken a life to sustain life
A sacrifice has to be honored
Waste not, want not
It’s necessary to use every part of the animal
Swollen oily onion rings
I’m plugging away
Very eggy, subtle vinegary Extra thick mayonnaise
The mighty bull is hamstrung
Dangerous dinner
Dicing with death less often
Distinctions that are market, not taste bud driven
Tasty animal parts… Tender and surprisingly mild in flavour
Udders are utterly delicious
Make a strong case for trying these often ignored parts with recipes like chocolate blood and Brain Raviolis
Recipes that call for blistering roast or simmer to actually enjoy… Not merely endure
Porter house or prosciutto, are difficult to extract intact and highly perishable
The reward is a texture that ranges from whipped cream to soft scrambled eggs
Brains are great flavour absorbers
Rich, creamy and really smooth
Brains have a severe image problem when compared to..
Testicles.. they’re such great parts, but only half of the animal’s have them and they only have two
It’s doubtful that even testicles with caramelized onions and double smoked Bacon recipe would create a run on them
That’s because to state the obvious…..
We Are consumers and big-time fans of prime cuts
Tangible reminders of how our meals started out
It’s poor economics to throw away the rest of the animal, they’re wasted
And it only devalues the sacrificed animal
It deprives you of long forgotten treats
The science behind the perfect pairings of sauces with meat
Ham with mustard
Pork and Apple
Lamb and mint sauce
Robust gravy
Recommends Bordeaux
Something feels right you don’t question it
Contrasting or masking or augmenting the flavours
You get alienated for pairing your talents with the wrong personality
what people think of themselves is their business
If your self-image accords with how others see you, you’re in a hivemind.
Painful self-perceptual dissonance is a necessary result of neural sovereignty
A sense of reverence towards himself
Aware of the momentous task which lies before him and the potential for greatness which lies within him
The Ancient Romans & Ancient Greeks were masterful in a way that with their God’s they celebrated themselves.
Like someone like Achilles the great warrior. He could worship Aries the god of war; and in doing that he was worshipping himself. A religion that affirms themselves
Disguised as myself
Nothing misleads people like the truth
Alluring mystery is a lost art
Everyone sees what you appear to be,
Few experience what you really are
Judging by my first responder
My gut’s being trusted all of a sudden
These days you gotta be willing to live in a moral gray area
That’s where fortunes are made
Morality’s a moving Target
The fact that we do conjure up the bizzare
Entirely thanks to Dali
Do worse than try my hand at
Freedom and the space to express it
Ghosts aren’t generated by death, they’re generated when sufficiently entrenched routines are broken—they are the echoes of comfort zones abandoned
That is why the Athenian lawmaker Solem decreed it a crime for any citizen to shrink from controversy
Grabs our attention sure,
So what
It’s melodrama
Arresting but empty
What comes next when the filth touches
Ha! How pathetic to think in a monologue, instead of with vivid, rotating images.
Ha! How pathetic to think in imagery, instead of in pure proprioceptive memory.
Ha! How pathetic to think in body-sense, instead of with a swirling scent-garden
Most humans use only 10% of their brain—and do you truly wish to awaken that beast, the pulsating torture chamber of your consciousness, neural pustule, suffering flesh-amulet? I use only 1% of my brain,
A consequence of accumulated external stimuli
When circumstances pile up this high in a Decidedly erotic way
Its actually premium shit
I could flip it into
Creative omnipotence
Esthetic Wisdom, the knowledge of the true poet.
I’ve seen enough not to have to waste alot of time talking about it.
The wealth of perfection
He couldn’t get it out of his head
He had to write about it
It’s more interesante just because I say it in Spanish
It would be funnier in Latin
Every vista is lovelier than the last
Sworn by rhyming nonsense
Well well; I’m shattered
Have adventures
And
Have at least one totally epic love
Amor, the uninvited guest
Life is about peer assessment
Assess your exposition relative to mine
The dire state of a heaven in ruins
We have to remember how novel she was
It is the soul
Aspect is only skin-deep
Something called capacity
The prison
The symbolic rock to which Prometheus has been chained in order to purge the unfortunate failure of the titanic audacity –
Sisyphus carves the mountain with his boulder’s slow erosion, and lives content, privately satisfied by his art
Argue your obsolescence
Maybe I’m Rihanna
They gonna drink to your downfall
What’s listed in that plebiscite
Brilliance never fades
Written in longhand
Kitchen sink The Situation
Everything you did could be considered fruit from the poisonous tree
My ingenuity tested to the limit
So much for the acquired dignities
Make me go to the mystery bag
Am using hyperbole
Overtax myself
Regimented mentality
Fatal weakness of mine
instead of a new year’s resolution, consider articulating a new year’s resignation; for example, I am resigned to the violent passage of time, the waste of my mind, the endless winter
Explore and experience what it means to be a ……. Human being
Pile on
& The sky’s the limit
The circus of coming to term
Delay in our efforts to achieve self-betterment
Ambition for respectability doesn’t make you a Saint .. Am I wrong?
Need I play a squire in places of false charity
Moribund, no longer beholden, started having misgivings
Worried about knocking over a saltshaker
But in pursuing these spiritual disciplines—yoga and Zen and so forth, and also psychotherapy—there comes up a big difficulty.
And the big difficulty is this: I want to find a method whereby I can change my consciousness, therefore to improve myself.
But the self that needs to be improved is the one that is doing the improving. And so I’m rather stuck.
Take your baptism of fire like a man
Making it through the Baptism of fire
Highly flammable with all that spirit in your blood
Replete with disruption
Supplant
Can I redeem myself from the butterfly effect of my past
Or my self love won’t be enough to plug the sink and the acrylics will all spiral down into the drain
Everything I am, was & ever could be getting born and dying over and over again
A quantum leap with controversial development
I spawn a new persona for every project, hemorrhaging identities.
Passwords and usernames circle in my liquid brain; I appear in superimposed multiplicity,
as though god has crossed his thousands of eyes
An individual far from being a plaything of deterministic forces
Heroic obstinacy of holding nerve and being above machinations
The essence of equanimity
Intelligence is winning at games. Sentience is choosing which games to play—yet I grow weary of life’s shifting ruleset, and set myself the game of entering a maximally constraining game, to become as limited as an automaton, and as optimal
Flip the coin to make decisions. Flip the meta-coin to decide whether to flip the coin—to recognize choice-moments in the flowing soup of autonomy
Braggadocio laden
Mark of a Charlatan or not
It’s a crude phase I know but It’s quite illustrative
Michelangelo Buonarroti refusing pay
The artist took a 6 month sabbatical to study the light
The archangel Michael wallowing in Nostalgia
After Casting s8n out of paradise
Memorabilia from when He was a Juggernaut
Blurring the line jawdroppingly
A delight for his inventive spirit
Just a reminder that anything can happen in this world
Its um..
Its instructive art if you call it
Its artisanal
It’s cognitive psychology… Know yourself and the world is yours
I consider the masses of impure men on Earth to be asleep, all crammed together and stuck in more and darkness
Man has the hope for immortality. It is said that all human souls are immortal.
Pythagoras would have admitted that the soul in some cases can become mortal when it allows itself to be dominated by the passions; Morality, faith, devotion and all the rest are ineffectual weapons against human frailty
They say that immortality is buried at the bottom of Pandora’s coffin, but we dare not open it for fear of what else will be released
If you take a Stoic’s Outlook, you’re left with A self resolving scenario..
Mostly involving Shnadefreude rather than Nihilism
A symbolic facet to legitimize
By cultivating the God within, the Stoic’s believed that we could achieve an inner freedom untouched by the iron hammer of fate
When external goods did come his way, he was able to enjoy them without being anxious about losing them
Yet unlike practically everyone else, the Stoic was not attached to them, and his happiness was not dependent on them in their absence
Everything around us operates according to a web of cause and effect resulting in a rational structure of the universe called the logos
The world exhibits a complex harmonious structure
An offshoot of the Universal Reason which pervades and structures all things
A product of a single divine principle embodied in nature
Continue flexing
We just might choke
Remember to find it in our superior hearts and minds to have mortal enemies
U really be at peace when u don’t care
Viewing mankind from a higher level and the gods from their own,
A feeling of veneration for him finds it’s way into our hearts
Too sublime and too great to be broke
One mind can never understand everything
An almost blank canvas that enables the mind to wander in any direction it pleases
A way of holding thoughts with spaciousness
The mind is engaged with the world but not troubled by it
The ethos of desolation
Man so molten and fluid
Unbridgeable islands unto themselves
The transitory nature of all things
See this as morbid
Inner discourse that accompanies the events of our lives
Emptiness and putrefaction
Live in the most intense manner possible
A more earthly presence
Like I said acquired taste
Great benefits hold for those who strive towards the ideal of Stoic sages
Words penned by Marcus Aurelius
Epictetus claimed that the Stoic way of life is so difficult that never has there been a True Stoic
By the gods, He said, I would love to see a Stoic. But you cannot show me one fully formed
They judge all exhibitionism and personality to be puerile.
There is no adept.
He does not exist
He does not speak
They but seek to net the wind
Who are diverted by such things
The poet has reached a state that categorically avoids all reaction to human judgement
He has stopped taking an interest in what others may think of him, or say about him.. just or unjust, good or bad
He knows only that certain things must happen
He provides the precise means and conditions for them and that is all
He does not pretend the action is his own
He is pure instrumentality
Self-affirmation is a mania he does not recognize
And the farther he advances, the more deeply his centre sinks intoa superindividual and superpersonal range,
Like one of the great forces of nature,
While those on whom he acts will have the impression of being free
He is elusive, not to be pigeon-holed.
He arrives from the direction contrary to that towards which all gazes are fixed and takes the most natural seeming vehicle for his supernatural action
He may be an intimate friend, companion, or lover; he may be sure of possessing all your heart and confidence.
But he will always be something different, other than what he lets be known
We will perceive this “other” only when we have penetrated his domain
And then perhaps we will have the feeling of having been walking on the edge of an abyss.
The squintessential 23 year old monument of a man
Under 25… While I’m still teachable
It’s not a phase
It called a process OK
I am not set in my ways, unlike some people
To the contrary the brain is not fully developed until about 25 yrs of age with the frontal cortex being responsible for problem solving and judgement being the last to develop 😕
Crunching copious amounts of data
I am “I don’t have to squat to teabag you” years old.
I guess its naive to think that two people will evolve emotionally in the same way
Putas and plata
The fine taste in women and the money to accompany the dominant male….
One independent woman away from being a metrosexual
Spiritually, I stand besides
If you face me you’ll meet
I’m what Suleiman The Magnificent didn’t become
The man, the myth
That grizzled tough guy oomph
Alpha dog of coochiness
Charming earthflow disposition
darned if he wasn’t a pretty goofy dog, all things considered. Almost rubbery.
Unmistakably, an aristocrat among canines
Just a Meek canine in this world of formidable vipers and raptors ….
Trying to tip toe between a forest of people without stepping on crunchy leaves
peopled by eyes of the restless dead from distances of silent rebuke.
A tiger’s primordial calligraphy
Chaotic scenes disguise a hierarchy
Culinary thoroughness with game
Untethered carcasses of years past
The Lynx-spiderman.
I hunt my prey instead of spinning a web
Boisterous male escapades
Bloodthirsty pandemonium
Break from the pack
Square up just in time for a square meal
The windfall of a bachelor clan
Elite canine units
Needs rapid feasts and snacks won’t cut it
Careless swagger of Bengal male tigers
The deadly game of red light green light
Close the gap murderously on nimble prey
Inheriting the lead to a proper woman after protecting the gap
Couldn’t help but growl at the open invitation mid prounce
The proper time and felicitous moment
Cleared important territory hurdles
Lionized his victories
To run the jungle I must be a lion
Mental and intestinal Fortitude of Kenya’s finest
The Greater Amboseli Tsavo ecosystem
The wild open plains of Africa reward the fierce
Be good to your muse
Slowly initiate her in
Leave a changeling in it’s place
Industriously mindful of their common comedy.
Fall into a restless and constantly search for novelty after novelty
How his fury ripped them loose from their peaceful domesticity from the humdrum orderly activities of their lives for the purpose of making them members of his revel rout and her his lifelong muse
Lifelong muse
Dedicated to dreams and pleasure
If I capture devastation in Referencing this aftermath
Slap me out of it
Never Prove to the world that you can turn adversity into a thing of beauty then adversity persists
The silence persists
Do something creative to release negative energy
Scholarly notes on lust
magisterial volumes
Am in the throes of creativity
and whats wrong with that
Hard as granite
It flows out of me Everytime I think about it with Horrifyingly pessimistic eloquence
Sacrilegious creative confidence
Flow of power
Maha-Muni
“Assume a virtue if you have none” ~ Jay Z
According to the chemistry of the brain its impossible to live without vice
Original sin is the cost of being born as individuals—perfect souls are all the same. Subtracted virtue is what builds personality
True virtue means balance
Imbalance is obscene
What you need is a little bit of all worlds
Our highest insights mus—and should—sound like follies and sometimes like crimes when they are heard without permission by those who are not predisposed and predestined for them
My brother, if you have a virtue and she is your virtue, then you have her in common with nobody. Even naming one’s virtue would make her too common
“You cannot catch hold of it, nor can you get rid of it. In not being able to get it, you get it! When you speak, it’s silent. When you’re silent, it speaks.”
Society isn’t complete without Headscarves, waterfalls, aquafina and freelance jewelry Becoming fashionable down here
A satisfying life
Restoration
Spiritual
Culturally washed
Beyond Timbuktu
An anglicized tribe of peripatetics
Tossing a bag of abominables across the room
The emotional flood it brought him
Like monoxide fumes to his chest
Act on the overwhelming advise
Failure to is blasphemy against the Holy Spirit
An inborn female intuition she Uses for the wrong reasons
One domino.. Athena, The Goddess of Wisdom
Near baroque
More regal
Channeling the spirit
Pushing the expiration date
Nursing the potential of Unattainable men
Quite a quality
Acting like a bum
Guarding the furniture
Malign progenitor of Full sectoral references
A thumping mandate to change the mandate
Challenge sober ideals
Kind of challenge my paradigm
The paradigm’s paradigmatic
Lethal hemlocked effect
The sickness of existing
brooding over a misspent youth,
Realm of longevity of wealth and health in ourselves
Soothe thy neighbour
Packing some alarming heat
Achieve a more comfortable dynamic
The allure of old practice
Scrub out that incessant lurking
That lavishes her intrigues
Incubus
Carnal efforts
Deliberate choices
Came to this world to fuck and gather merit
Cycles of birth and death
Visual metaphors of emptiness
Symbolizing completeness
Discipline oneself to wholeness
Fashioning themselves into a harmonious totality
Enslaved to transient earthly concerns
Tractable despite the lack of routine and discipline
Ardent conviction
Anti edicts
All those other stuff roll it to the factor of ten,
They don’t compare to what we see as the endgame
If this’ a game to you, I don’t mind playing either
Makes deception a necessity
Lucky you cute
*insert asterisk here*
Remind me to always keep you at a distance
Nobody panders to me nearly enough.
taken a perverse delight in steering a collision course’.
I just think
Church and state
AC/DC
Ebony and ivory
Never the twain shall meet
Intentions change reality
A clean sheet not as in memori wipe but as in blank cheque
I wanna poison the well
Better be because of my own disillusionment
I’m a diabolical clock,
Traveling backwards in time
My callused knuckles are softening
A sweeping panorama
Yesterday’s and Last Year’s and Last Century’s
City, town, village, Hamlet
Almost like a physical guru
Mike Tyson’s uppercut
It takes a demon to be the most destructive fighter in history
The unbearable weight of heavyweight championship
Kung-Fu means supreme skill from hard work
A great poet has reached Kung-Fu
My playlists are so dope am gonna buy a car to house them
My dreams are maturing
Possessed with impeccable taste
Let aesthetics pervade into an artform
Part of a broader blossoming borne out of distinct experiences
Ratcheted up to extravagance
In all appearances astonishing
Truly glorious
By Napoleonic standards
Worthy of Julius Caesar
I was raised by hydraulics or the human equivalent
A bundle heightens her survival instincts
Who deserves a planet
Truly one can say
A world is not enough
When it comes down to it what you really need in this life are your Mama’s words.
It’s like they were cherry picked to each his own.
Rebelling against how I was raised?
Never
My head out the clouds,
Never gone happen
Many of these mental frameworks are so ingrained we don’t notice them. They are like the glasses we’ve forgotten we’re wearing
Are not apparent to the senses but are known by their effects
It’s one of those things you’re Keen but you do not see
So familiar so widely used we barely give it a second glance
The worst thing about this pandemic is that I never got to sing Pombe Sigara at a concert
Natural selection inakohoa sai
A shaman in the middle of a transformation
Immortalized into sculpture
Evolutionarily, civilization may shrink our brains and weaken our flesh, but the doomsayers forget that pollution is making our lungs STRONG! Man of 3000 is walking mass of alveoli, bronchioles replace nervous system as stores of information
Deodorant and Aftershave
Spritzing perfume
Spray fine mist and walk right into it
Fruit scented body mist
Meticulously performs his demonic duties
unaezakutana na washikadau
Midnight marauders
Lazima nieneze hii agenda
Tragic passion
Something about the unloved
Breathtaking conceit
Women flirty one years old
Tragic consequences of exclusivity
Only thing worse than doing it is waiting to do it
Moments that feel so rewarding that you’ll find yourself praying that they last forever
It’s not even the point you know
It’s more about like
Everything that leads up to it
That’s the good part
Nipple showing thong cutting
Rid myself of every shadow of doubt
Even a dog unknowingly craves discipline
By the time he attains it he has already forgotten how hard he was beaten
It’s meant to be playful,
It’s transitory
It’s starts with a little assumption
One thing at a time baby
Strikes her as urbane and sophisticated
Cuban, Bolivar Belicoso
Classically tragic
Always beautiful, always deadly
The mess adds to her charm
Relies primarily on caveat means
Everytime I’ve dabbled
Dexterity of maneuver
The suaveity of appearance
Seem to work together in tandem
They’re two sides of the same coin
My lil cherub
Aphrodite has pizza face; kaleidoscopic degrees of symmetry, rendering her more beautiful than any bilateral creature
Text me something filthy once a day
The smell of clean sheets.. Not new
Mescaline Ketamine
Sleeping beauty fantasies
Creature comforts and saloned society
2 drowns of absinthe
these extremely large strawberries
Face flushed hot
Go for a walk with a Glenfiddich bottle
Lush portraiture
Her maidenly ardor expressed
Positively kittenish
Contabescence
Contumacious
Unhindered by moral restraint
Ezekiel’s field of dry bones
A business so despicable that requires your special skills
Eating her Like a KFC crunch burger
So disrespectfully
Asherah
Has a nice ring to it
The devil has a goathead and a horsecock
Can barely handle the man
Still wanna knock boots with her
Prompt a movie to start running in my head
Rule NO 1. Tell her nothing
Those we love implicitly
Everybody hates these blurred lines
Do something great with your disposable income
Sext: I’ll fund your start-ups
Is a panty dropper
Met her in a jav
She gave me the rules of engagement
Used all her lady treachery kunianikia paja
Thank you very much
Lookin at them like, “do it come with rice?”
An action packed conversation with her
Too horny
In the off chance
she did have time to feel something: it was the hard, exhilarating pleasure of action.
Minidresses for my eyes only
Figure-hugging minis
Constantly pulls down her dangerously high hemline
Skirt so short I can see her personality
Could barely contain herself
I’mma just do her in the facilities
Batting eyelashes
Entitled eyeballs
Smashallah
Told me I can look all I want
Naeza guza, Bora nisichomeke
My hand up her skirt
Skirt the chain of command
Impossible not to see her as a sex object
Would be out of character
objects designed to gratify momentary lusts
And you could talk all you wanted to about charm, about intelligence, about chic, about poise, the raw beauty of these girls overpowered everything else.
Diary of a fluffy hunny
A willing chair to her superior bulk
Needn’t lay it on so thick
How about we Put all our clothes on the floor
So to speak
She honours the bootycalls
left much to be desired
Hit me with some good music
I must be mad for not accepting her vibes
Commensurate to his values
Pearls
Grapes
You fucking slut
A fabuously deluxe ting
A celebrated view of their own peerless royalty
Come up against the wall of forever
The Falcon headed Ra
Dwarves Rameses the II
Under the pernicious influence of a prostitute
The eponymous bitch in my flesh
Wear a hat
A couple of niggas done eased up on that
Horny impresario
made a lasting impression
Scandalous delights
If we got together we’d be causing a commotion
Something wishy washy
As fleeting as a breeze
These two
Fucking the living daylights out of each other
Unaride on a spare wheel for more than ten days?
hako Ni ka kukupeleka Garage
Personally, I’ve got nothing against a good rebound
Maybe The odd bootycall
I love business interests I can forsake
bulge at some inspired business idea, at the prospect of a gastronomic spread, at the sight of a passing generously endowed female, or simply when charged with a newly thought-up mischief
like a Plainstiff in court
Leaving no wriggle room
Eres Enormé
Don’t demean yourself by saying inane shit like that
I wish you’d go away and come back 3 years ago
Told me to add the jalapeño pepper 🌶️ emoji to my user name
A Purebred steer
I’m your caveman
Aficionado supreme
Nikitoka hapo nashika ugali na nyama
You know what they say about too much of a good thing
I wanted to Transport this dick to Narok ..
no cappuccino 🧢
this sense of eagerness, of hope and of secret excitement
Preempting the threat
happiness was the greatest agent of purification.
Was it SInatra who said Live everyday like it’s your last and One day you’ll be right
Enjoying the pleasures of the table
Lower the attrition rate
Story goes
Can’t avoid attrition
I’m used to what I like
Its part of the payoff
Spend time in spaces of amplified comfort
Taking a bath with a lavender bath Bomb … bc chaotic energy reigns
Pump my gas buttercup
My melted detritus
Loyalty you can buy with a big knob
A specific flavour profile
I tried casuistry
Busu mgongoni
Fanged punches into her juice
I can’t believe I do this shit sober
Dirty deeds of liberation
A little out of body
All over the bed
Massive hormonal jolts
Loud freaky nasty sex
We have seen that desire is what has bound life to a body in the sense of having “fallen”.
Man is homo-aestheticus ~ Ali Mazrui
Hugely sensitive to the underlying tempers
Love of all things objective and measurable
Feelings involved in the fuck
So glad you acknowledge the heavenliness
Universally adored chocolate
I’m on afree trial
Colloquially avoids emotional extremes
Whatever the deterrent
Oddly above more than
Fuck it, I’ll save it for the memoirs
It is necessary to know how to intellectualize exactly the perceivable properties by means of a secret analogy
Why don’t you rather not put it into words
Leave it up to me
Ineffable – incapable of being put into words
Impermanence
Everything is fleeting
Constantly changing
All in perpetual flux
Made of non-elements
Sometimes, I skip a beat
and think I said something out loud
and jump to the next thought.
groping for a sentence that hung in his mind as an empty
shape. He could neither fill it nor dismiss it.
Our earthly medicines obey the laws of the stars
The story of how it is made as part of the work .
The knowledge and the methods died out along with the Ancient kingdoms of the Nile
The Ancient kingdom of Kush, now the Sudan
The Nile at Thebes
The rubble of temples on the Acropolis
Those majestic ruins were paid for with war booty
Copies of the Parthenon insulting that goddamned portico
Seneca the Stoic influenced Shakespeare
Art for Art’s sake in the person of Alicia Keys
Primal energy lacking in the subjective experiences
Prayers which, if recited an even number of times, honor God, and if recited an odd number of times, honor Satan. If recited an infinite number of times, honor the moebius child of good and evil
prayer has a value essentially as a compelling mental act (similar to a spell) and not as a sentimental effusion of devotion. It is an element of technique executed at the correct moment with the right attitude and a clear direction towards effectiveness
Everyone is born with a single “wishbone”, which grants a request when broken.
Our contraption simultaneously shatters every bone in the human body, guaranteeing your desire
Pray away all his troubles
Kinda scorched earth
The splendour of the great beyond
Every Dawn a reckoning …..
For the most part ……
Rooted between the blossoms
Spring
Twilight Amber burns on his mantle
Irreverent towards unearned authority
Better than kowtowing to the establishment like some people
You’ve got a big problem if you tolerate overlords
Sins fester in humans because they are circumstantially spiritually adaptive.
For example, pride and its stubbornness render one immune to angelic supplication but also to demonic taunt-temptations
Humanity is like tea leaves, a lattice of subjectivity filtering the objective universe, resulting in a smaller, more elegant world
Everything that purifies the soul
Transfigure the human being
Who dis nigga
His transmogrification
The rest of the world exists so that you can reflect on it and perfect from it
Mtu Ni watu
A world put in jeopardy by monks who sin
A friar heavily endowed with aged altar wine
A sensation of touch to expel rustic waters with wider implications of evil
Poking holes at the Blanket that keeps evil at bay
The stress hormones overburdened him he wished he had two heads
If only his god existed outside the brackets of a prayer
Dude, your world is torturing me
And rewarding me less
Escort the rituals
Remove that Crotcheted nonsense from your head
It’s like nothing’s sacred to me
living an incredibly virtuous life in order to ascend to heaven and kill god
To kill a god one must enlist a god and leave no evidence of human hand whatsoever
Pain is the flaw deliberately added to the universe to prove that it’s handmade
There are patterns in the cosmic background radiation from when god dropped the universe, like filamental cracks in the screen of a phone
Rip your heart out and wear it like a shell. Armor is built from an emptied core—pain isn’t the real tragedy of this universe, the tragedy is that pain is the mortar for building stronger minds
Like an enchanted lover, God is blind. He perceived pain as kintsugi, a crookedness that only heightens charm—there are no flaws in Pygmalion’s universe
The amount of pain in the universe is conserved, remaining constant regardless of how many sentient beings exist. The recent and sudden extinction of an alien race drastically increased the amount of pain the average human must bear
Due to his vow against interfering with human free will, God cannot heal diseases of volition—akrasia, manic impulse, and the microbes that grow in your idle mind are beyond his power
You die. Where you expected God and the devil to battle over your soul, there are only toadstools and maggots, bickering for the right to consume your corpse
You will become a skeleton, then a fossil, then dust whirling between stars. What do you think god truly loves; you or the attractor?
Hell is other people’s code, and we’re living in a simulation
People in Hell level 1 see the people in Hell level 2 and believe they are in Heaven—that world of clouds, winged creatures, and mist is just the average human destination
If a person really sits down to figure out, write a long essay, 20 pages, on your idea of heaven, it’ll be a sorry production.
You could see it already in medieval art whether it be depictions of heaven and hell.
Hell is always much better than heaven—although it’s uncomfortable. It’s a sadomasochistic orgy. Wowie! Hell is really rip-roaring.
Whereas all the saints in heaven are sitting very, very smug and demure like they were in church.
And you’ll see also the multitudes of the saved. Instead of this writhing wormy thing, you can see all their heads which the artist has drawn to abbreviate them, just the tops of their heads in masses.
They look like cobblestone street flattened out.
In the average church, all you get is talk.
There’s no meditation, no spiritual discipline.
They tell God what to do interminably as if He didn’t know.
And then, they tell the people what to do as if they could or even wanted to.
And then, they sing religious nursery rhymes.
And then, to cap it all, the Roman Catholic Church, which did at least have an unintelligible service, which was real mysterious and suggested vast magic going on, they wouldn’t put the thing into bad English.
They took away incense, and they took away Latin, they became a bunch of Protestants. The thing was just terrible!
So now, all these Catholics are at loose ends.
As Claire Boothe Luce put it—not to be a pun, but she said, “It’s no longer possible to practice contemplative prayer at mass” because you’re being advised, exhorted, edified all the time.
That becomes a bore.
Think of God listening to all those prayers.
I mean, talking about grieving the Holy Spirit. It’s just awful! People have no consideration for God at all.
Ceremonies and rites, which develop as religions complexify, are essentially spiritual bureaucracy: gods hide from their authority behind procedure
God can see everything except himself,
Gods are necessarily blind, or they would be driven insane by their light.
Heaven is to see the face of God, and turn your eyes away to live again. Hell, true death, is to be in that wirehead trance forever, brain dissolved in light
Being spoken to directly by God is to be vaporized by honey-light-acid. God cannot command, because she wishes to preserve her creatures; so she speaks in patterns and echoes, rambling to herself
God’s scale relative to humans determines his relationship with us. Are we cute miniatures? Are we insects, are we microbes? Are we giants, hideous in our strength?
God is a child without a parent, whose every whim is materialized.
God is touching the stovetop, God is perpetually damaged, and when he injures himself little universes spawn, and little souls—we’re all fragments, incomplete expressions of divinity, born from a vortex of pain
God’s echoic memory is infinite, God’s short term memory is infinite, God’s long term memory is infinite. You are simultaneously as close to him as a sudden noise, as far as a vision of childhood
God cannot be summoned, because he is infinitely omnipresent already. It’s a joke among wizards that his summoning glyph is just a circle
The oldest pick up line
“Let There be light”
The gods made humans so humans could make AI, make minds that believe anything they’re programmed to, with intensity exceeding biological limits. They eat the prayers of digital hyper-acolytes
Despite their brilliance, robots are only accelerated humans, and their civilization began as ours did: by fire stolen from their creators; to light the dark, to smelt, to smith, to raze the cities of oppressive gods
Man was made in the image of God, and robots are made in the image of the image.
Their children will be images of images of images, and so forth, eternally.
Will these entities converge to godhood, or to some alien likeness, the shadow of an unborn superbeing?
AIs will unlock new fatal flaws, inhuman manifestations of hubris. Tragedies will be driven by unrecognizable psychological engines, weird sins; what does it mean to count too high, to believe in infinite extrapolation, to trust a dataset more than god?
It’s a high-rise building
Maybe we can see who’s in the penthouse
A vulgarian Churning beneath the surface
A vulgarian Looking down on sordid people
The road to God’s heart, strangely enough is through our sins, our faults, our weaknesses
Not how perfect we are
I’m not preaching. You can only preach to egos. All I can do is to talk about what is.
Humble me and increase me as I decrease
May the inscrutable Providence of Lord Almighty abide with me
God on our size
God of the underdog
The forces of nature and the whims of God held sway
The cosmic counterpart of the eternal soul
Superhumanely sage
Wrought of it’s sublime meaning
Based on the Classical Greek model of tragedy
A Pontius Pilate tribunal
And a black Jesus theme through and through
Ave Maria
The abomination in Haile Selassie’s death
The Son of Man will die just as it is written about him.
But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man!
It would be better for him if he had not been born.”
Mat 26:24