acarpous astylar obsidian ubiquitous prospectus disorder inherent labyrinth repository prosperity reciprocity viscosity squander fecundity requisite temporal daughters equestrian sweaty muddy quite curvy breasts large saggy, areolas large genitalia surjective; always very wet very creamy anus slightly messy harlots settlements order ordeal flower wreath, long flowing silver hair, vivid blue eyes, flower dress, peripterical cleavage, permanently pregnant, washed vulva of luxurious soap, slightly messy and sweaty anus; white sticky product genetically as dark as black licking nurse's discharge mother's product stained underwear anal plug in restaurant dog pig mantel mentis when she arrives home: removing garments, white sticky product, sticks to underwear, and drips down formed forced permanently drawn tormented percentile recklessly requited opacity zero pork glazed, potato slices, salad with cubes of cheeses, water child's nakedness; everyone likes; pitiful play drinking mixture of product flattened tight transparent plastic modus uniform cute, sticking out vulva, smaller line, less overwhelming; overall, nonthreatening; long line: how is any man meant to fill that; tired; threatening utopia chaotic dystopia tarpit crucially, there is product everywhere steel cubes oat squares acanthus; white porous facaded blocky building with green spaces nowadays onyx masturbating with shoe polish door stairs deposited depositing wow filling brutality inside sized unfillable brutal thrusting grandparent's spare bedroom: product stained bedding black velvet: must have product stains! pyr pylar paucity parallax white sticky thick majestic length correct impressive scrotum clear watery boylike foreskin little small hairless chastity virginity in convenience shop: myself lifted up skirt; pulled down underwear, mouth to anus, fingering genitalia, kissing licking face in supermarket: feeling buttocks whilst they are wearing leggings and the same for the genitalia 'nappies! nappies!' 'yes, nappies' 'are you okay or something' 'not really, but I guess neither is this reality' 'oh, baby, just like that, yeah, oh, you go further than he does, he can't reach my cervix, oh baby, cum in me, yeah, cum in me, fill me up ─ thanks' cinema: sugar coating, red outer, white center to florist: 'do you have something like a rose that has petals that are black with white lines, and a stem that is white with grey lines' florist: 'no, no such thing exists' steelworks scrotums yourself departed breccia aconite oneself onwards years once circular sequitur angular [fur blanket] strenuously played interpreted gussets tapestry infinite darkness perilous ever winter life works fortnight: everything disproven morality mortality dangerously delusional architectural contradictory: long flowing hair, slender, smooth, hairless, foreskin long, long, sweaty pink anus only after bed intercourse sofa revealing nakedness of aunt's daughters; them in underwear; upskirt nothing sprays: at least twice as long and ten times the sprays [that is required for utopia] days pass appearances appalling continuously orgasming for at least fifteen minutes; but reality! pick paradox vestige ivy mind caged taketh me! poinsettia marble nobody saves stranger's dense urine and faecal on toilet seat ought sought fiction sedition: in the restaurant, my mother went to the toilets, she arrived back and had product [white sticky] over her face, which is to be thought as unladylike, as ladylike would have it inside the vagina and on vulva [but this was also done as well] before waterfall outermost hearsay 'a typist with hair curls, red lipstick, dress, and she didn't half have a buttocks' 'a gentleman, but I think that he would not be gentle; I do wonder if he has large genitalia' sitting submission small faecal myself deracinate roof garden catacombs hemlock somewhere nowhere murky waters fusion granite nor invert assembly: pornography! [critic: 'are you okay' myself: 'no, not at all'] abruptly abstract apparent absurdity bratty teenagers eating bubblegum flavoured chews: 'my dad is bigger than you' homestead dichotomy internal snowfall child drinking blackcurrant juice: 'I need to go to the toilet': the: 'I thought that you had to wipe it like you do a baby's' police officer in uniform riding dark antiseptic cream over child's nakedness: mouth to anus, wiping anus with wipes morning run over frosty hills cassiterite monolithic pokeweed lunacy forest walk: outline of vulva; wet patch whereabouts whereby none whatsoever occur recur worse similar perfectly fine admittance attendance vacate vacant whereabouts whereby acquainted acquitted baby's diarrhoea rather adamant far afar fayed frayed poisoned apothecary false economy heretic hysteric versus self towards symmetry abandon yourself; find yourself 'no better than a cheap whore' mother and myself adjacently masturbating; oh reality fapping [air passing out of vagina] dialogue spanking squirting black chinos white top black boots black blazer end era smaller every day accommodation cleaner: mouth to anus then anal 'I never got to do anything with the lawyer, this surely is a world of poverty' sanity? daresay myself in leegings with underwear visible: mother: 'that's very revealing' fronts censored backs admired satyr misquoted sense nonsense blank bleak grandmother in bra and underwear the end of the massager bricklayers, handymen, pub goers, mechanics [you name it] barmaids, nurses, childminders, poets [if only] banners of white with black illustrations informed satire beyond implausible farewell sanity ascertain reality the plot neither ascends nor descends death where branches fall sunrise over frosty paths boringly pastoral liberated interesting gloryhole consequences park picnic prolonged handjob with stranger's faeces: ruined 'ethereal' orgasms antigonadotropin: leuprorelin & estradiol [maximum dosage] upskirt of hijab in court waiting room locked up, now my genitalia is locked up, how fitting absolutely not sunlight through branches 'the problem with photography, is that it captures reality, yet reality is just so horrid' 'madam, please restrain yourself from making such comments' erotica: greyscale images of the mother's hairy vulva [early twentieth century] colour images of young woman giving blowjob to man [late twentieth century] colour images of body with product upon [early twenty first century] dance by females wearing bunny ears, leotards, fishnets dark large genitalia: curved to the side; daughter givng him blowjob, then him sliding inside, streching daughter's vagina my mother uses rabbit vibrator whilst talking to me narratives portraits old men he opens the door, and throws the used condom on my bed and says: 'your nurse is tight' at night, myself opens the sheets, and finds used condoms within mother spanking my buttocks; mother's companion whipping my scrotum daylight thereof sloppy worn pickpockets pickpocketed increase rate plethora itinerary eternal quarry servant: 'her labia was like a cloth, and she had no breasts' servant: 'the eldest has large areolas, neatly tucked in pussy, curvy buttocks' servant: 'the middle one, hairy as her mother, her breasts go down, I'm sure she likes it up the arse' rubbery, tired, wrinkly wedge pillow very rough denouement: autumn leaves: the melancholy o rose, rich as blood love, love, have you met death nurse: 'how are you?' myself: 'not good at all' nurse: 'how has your week been?' myself: 'I have had the worst time of my life' unbeknownst to me; beknownst to me my mother gifted my companion truffles [large and hairy pubis] grandmother with cucumber sandwiches: 'one ought to think about the future' 'how many banknotes for your virtue' 'goodness, not my front — just my back — the highest and many' 'five of the highest' 'yes, I would like that' behind behave prevail despair betray portrayal love propaganda bequest brainwashing bratty teenagers eating sour chews: 'for five pounds, I will give you a blowjob' myself: 'if only it were for free' mouth to vulva of mother whilst the product miraculously gets replaced alignment automatic awash ideology portal itself what was once so defiance compliance 'there are thousands of things that need doing, and each day, we will do at least one of them' 'every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better' rotating hourglass awfully busy concerningly corrupt perpetually destructive firm grip puppetmaster idiocy the situation is this utter failure to prevent you will serve the infinite order ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── slightly defaulting idealistic realistic white briefs to black thongs; oh dear brutal thrusts; the tyrant good folk moral business seat hugging unfiltered dialogue chest rest insertions ejaculating concrete stairwell no reply lacking virtue muffins with orange juice with the family vilify crucify sanctify rectify evidently never 'whilst on a walk in a forest, my mother needed to urinate, so she stepped aside and pulled down her garments (rather nonvirtuously if I may add) and did it, but, and this is the thing: when she got back up, her hairy and tired vulva was very clearly seen, and this catched my breath ─ it is moments like that, that is utopian, and we need more of' my testes will not be resolute: they will wither and wither, until they are ruined problem solved bizarre interpretation bread butter spinach beef barbecue sauce gherkins bread, chips, water motive? means? opportunity? lyrics: 'daylight beckons: running in the rain; the fields of wheat, oh how generic; never spring, not that thing; the aftermath, oh how delightful: messy and sweaty; oh but reality' 'men! it is so typical, to be in a room full of men' eternity erstwhile utterly ruinous 'inside I have moral fibre, but on the outside I have the moral depravity of a common whore' [upon receiving a collection of books]: 'you can have my back' 'you're a catch' today yesterday sheer top flat large 'antipsychotic, antidepressant, do nothing, but antigonadotropin, would do something' oral to parents of the child 'I did what I had to' 'that is some way to put it' 'it is astounding' 'you know, my virtue, is quite unaffordable' evidence? nothing of the sort 'oh, I'm in agony, sexual agony' 'a lady should never say such things, goodness' all alone in poetry, it is together; in reality, it is apart 'he presents as subdued' to have more than more poverty austerity tradition turmoil 'to be a poet, you have to be mature' armchair: oozes yucky product 'you know this garden is about as disapionting as the antidepressant' 'my arrangement with reality has somewhat taken an odd turn' 'I'm interested in erotica' 'goodness, madam, that is shocking' 'let me just ascertain reality' 'let me just assess my finances; oh dear, this is quite unfortunate' 'they have an astonishing collection of books' 'well, I heard that they are on the breadline now' 'wander: to wonder: I wander and wander, I wonder' 'bankrupt! how did you manage that' one must conduct form salted caramel ice cream; 'sir, you must think of the critic' 'whilst the individual acknowledges and apologises for matters that were disclosed which does not do but rather indicate what is considered unacceptable; further unacceptable behaviour is abhorrent' 'it would be an understatement to say that it was rather dull' woodlands [what now] enter house [what now] mouth to anus [what now] most sexual matters [what now] complete works [what now] live in utopia which witch has done this witchcraft 'and then he said: 'I'm not sure' then I was like: 'where did you get it' and he was like: 'well, I cannot say' it was a bothersome affair for sure' 'are you being like sensible?' taketh me, taketh me, oh taketh me betrothed to the brothel; what brutes! briquettes normality! oh! how horrid 'goodness, you think me a common whore' mouth to buttocks then mouth to anus; critic: 'are you like okay' myself: 'oh! no, I'm not, reality befalls upon none' 'to say that it underwent a slight reconstruction would be a masterpiece of understatement' cheeseburger at festival [again, as it is important] 'monarch: is there no chocolate that pleases you' 'I was expecting better' 'gosh, I will try to do better' 'just how many lines are you authoring in a day' 'well, to put it one way, the critic would be pleased' rich as poor! reality does half please me! to rest upon my mother's breasts! 'gosh, a micropenis, a lady must, but the orgasms have to be ruined' 'I suppose I'll have to clean it up' if it is to do so, then it must be done upbringing deprived fruit! treason! doth speak not! to nurse: 'oh, today, I feel like a bucket of light taupe paint mixing around' the highlight of the walks with my mother was seeing the horse's nakedness [anus and vulva] parental transference unresolved issues 'I've got holes in my clothes; I am desperate for sure, but I would not go down to that level sir' 'inside the envelope, was erotica, like gosh, it was such a surprise' hence horizontal not diagonal mother: 'we are in dire need of funds' myself: 'not my front! my back then' in these times, everyone should have someone to talk to my foe my foe; why be my foe 'as a woman to a girl: you must, think of the island' 'you cannot get a word in edgeways; her mind is an enigma' 'his product is gross, but a lady does what a lady must' 'it's just not the same' serectly, my grandmother gives the milk seller blowjobs; nondiscreetly, my mother would lay upon her bed and let any man inside; she would spend all day doing that 'well, my standards are so high that it would not be a poet; no, they will be something like a critic' 'some psychiatrist was like: 'his obsession with 'goodnites xl' and subsequently excreta is concerning and displays delayed development which has lead me to believe...' and I was like well, what are we to do' 'that is expensive' 'actually, I'm cheap' 'goodness, madam, explain yourself' 'I was just so horny: you can clean up after him' 'very well' 'oh, as a woman, I have rather quite found myself in some disposition' 'oh, as a man, my disposition is being not man enough' 'against one's better judgement, I let him kiss and lick my arse' 'excuse me madam, do you have a spare nappy' 'no, the only thing I have got is one that is used' 'even better' 'you know, the critic might very well criticise you' 'yes, thank you' 'see, this is the problem, with things like fairest, how do we even know what utopia is; although, if I may add, dystopia is quite easy to know' detective: 'your fingerprints are all over the light pink trousers, and on the underwear as well' myself: 'this was done' 'I want you to wear a sheer top; I want to put my fist into your vagina; I want you to not wipe so much' 'goodness, sir, you make me flutter' forwards upwards now ruined cheese toastie, chips, sauces, salad with cubes of cheeses, water to hag: 'do you want a quick fuck up the arse' hag: 'yeah, why not' barbecue in the summer, in the forest the half used nappy from the monorail toilet bin [this is so important] no nappy, no chastity, no anal plug [prostate massager] mother in stockings underwear garters bra; with product splatted all over 'how many times?' 'like, a thousand times' 'a thousand men have been in you; that number is what a whore would have, and no doubt you acted like a whore; did you even get paid' 'sometimes' 'sometimes' 'in future, please restrain yourself' the hag gossips about me: 'his cum is disgusting; hyacinth orgasms though' there is no enjoyment like finding books 'insane? no, insane, is upskirt of girl on monorail with wet patch formed by her very wet very creamy genitalia, with the stipulatory line at the back' 'insanity? I think you mean sanity' nth insertion to brother: 'and then they were like: 'sir, please restrain yourself from using such words' and I was like: 'madam, we are all thinking it' and then that was it' 'shall I consult sanity; no, I don't think I will' the lilacs are dead inside; outside the lilacs beckon 'he has ruined my life: waterlilies; I cannot live in peace until it has been done' ''tis a scratch' 'your arm has fallen off' ''tis a scratch' 'a lady would not scoop to such a level as that' 'all the books you want' 'very well, but only back things' thou art, thou art, thou art 'you know who, the works of, four volumes, gift for: brothers and mother' 'I am forced to wait' more, much more therefore however 'illogical? gosh, I rather thought it was logical' bratty teenagers: the petitgrain vulva icy mountain rocky stream massive short thin small so much has been lost 'it is o'clock; what am I doing' how fortuitous myself is macronutrient & micronutrient square frenzied: why organised room; organised mind o love, o death, oh critic, oh dear critic: 'it's clear you are going through some form of a crisis' myself: 'yes, well, as per reality' teacher of language: 'listen up, it's now no good to talk of lovers meeting at an oak tree; you must be psychotic' repeatedly myself obvious oblivious officer: 'am arresting you on offense of obscenity' myself: 'oh, the pamphlet: going downstairs, putting hand into nappy, warm dense urine, fingering ─ that you mean' officer: 'it goes beyond the boundary' 'goodness, I am of offense' 'otherworldness? you know, I've never' to brother: 'ha, old sport, arrive now, I have some proposal for you' psychiatrist: 'you are hitting the boundary of what you can do with the nurse' myself: 'you know, a poet is what I am' are ourselves 'are you ill or something' 'gee, I might very well be' black muddy boots stomp poppies down within the mud 'ha, 'tis words, they are free, and paper, ha, how cheap it is; poetry book about flowers [and one of gardens], ha, 'tis got; chocolates, ha, those are there but must use trickery' 'ha, your risk assessment is witless, parry me not' 'oh! how repressed I am' 'sir, please restrain yourself' 'there is a price to be paid, and you must pay it' skull, inkpot and quill, hourglass, tarpit, roses, skull rubbish? what rubbish the cleaner with red hair wearing leggings ''tis a speck of dust to me' 'no it's not, the affliction has been your greatest' 'ha, henceforth: what modesty forbode me to say: love, 'tis toxic; ha, death 'tis negative ─ give me more years; oh! war oh! dear' oh! my foe, my foe; your words are as dark as ink 'a room full of men; a team of men; how typical; where are women: where are darks: where is sexual matters to dark women' tongue over anus; tongue over vulva; tongue over breasts; tongue over buttocks she feels my buttocks over leggings; he feels her vulva over her leggings potatoes, butter, beans, tuna, salad with cubes of cheeses, water every time they ask me: 'how are you' myself is like: 'fine' but myself is not fine at all watching my naked mother in bed finger herself using saliva; then she fucks herself using the rabbit vibrator with petroleum jelly; she squirts thinking about dark taking light child whilst on run, the woman passed air out of anus and had this very wet sound to it, it was the highlight of the run bread mayonnaise salad ham cheese chutney smoothie sunlight my neighbour on the left, the very old woman, on rotary clothesline has black thongs, which myself has always thought that it is very audacious my mother in sheer leggings black thong with outline of her vulva prevalent [forest walk] wet patch formed; in automobile she said: 'I'm all sweaty, I bet you want to kiss my anus' at university, first year, went to club of sexual matters, there was loud hypnotic bass: left right left right body move body move left right left right body move body move in accommodation, indian woman with long flowing slightly curly hair with large breast implants gave myself an attentive blowjob out of pity; urine stained micropenis, she did it but then moved away, and with the orgasm nothing was felt: 'I'm sorry, but you know' urinating in stripes of blue with stipulatory line at back in the dock my mother masturbates to my atrophied genitalia: myself giving blowjob to youthful male in sportswear in fast food restaurant toilets court waiting room; the torrent of anxiety; the pre ejaculate; the stripes of blue; the orgasms of taupe conception day present: woman with large lips large round breast implants; myself did mouth to anus then anal affirmations ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 'I am important due to my radius' 'I am good enough' 'I have limitations, and I accept this; there is dystopia in utopia, and I accept this' 'I live the best life that I can' 'I have the power to positively impact people' 'I am good enough to outdo you know who' 'I accept areas of skin and its realtion to sexual matters: genitalia, anus│rectum, lips│tongue, breasts: I will not avoid female genitalia due to index offence' 'I am normal regarding sexual matters: society is just so repressive' 'I repeat what is good, I do not repeat what is bad' myself arrested; oh! oh! oh! oh! cloth saliva prolonged orgasms hams cheeses olives bruschetta amaranth repeated vector mirror dayed, therefore dead; life is sorrowful; we have done this we are not what we want to be; myself walks on stage; years of self night has claimed myself has my experience been expansive; mixture of yes and no myself did not get to lick nurse's discharge but: 'the precipice of none' again child's nakedness; myself castrated the radius has moved enough the recompense of black the seer: 'before the after; the white oil pastel: the watercolour of black; the pattern of such; the child degarmented' cinema today: the films thus far have been fictitious, because reality is not good enough the nurse of assessment: 'you can kiss and lick my anus' myself: 'you know, that's quite utopian' ejaculating into friend's sister's girly underwear 'myself wishes that myself was a woman' the mindset to hurt 'do you think me a common whore' prostitute: 'the encentricalness of it' the half used nappy from the supermarket bin the unseldomatic ruined orgasms about dark female anus the hyacinthical discharge in gusset of leotard to nurse: 'today, I feel like the colour of coffee' myself banned from sex; myself cuckolded the gold and blue; the multicolour the faraway settlements the place of offending the red filter orgasms the chocolate coins my mother's companion gifted me antigonadotrophin cream to masturbate with for my conception day present my hand down the ward manager's underwear: 'yeah you like that' 'yeah, keep going, I'm close, oh, I'm cumming ─ thanks [my name]' the greyscale images of women in underwear 'oh nurse, such plight befalls me today' the: neon blue and neon purple the night of skull and bones with black to nurse: 'there is no serenity, no waterlilies for me, just the tarpit' the judge had no other option black and gold, signpost to when white and grey, an omen to why how indifferent where is the rooms of marble; next what error none be who also none, no fortune all in all: the flower dress my mother's slag genitalia myself in cosmetics of unsound mind to: customerservice@foliosociety.com ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── subject: feedback: 000741640 ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── a folio anthology of poetry │ folio society at sixty pounds, it is far too expensive: ten pounds for poetry book ─ twenty pounds if it has illustrations; the slipcase is cheap which is not good: it is not sexually explicit which for modern purposes is important; ditch the illustrations; it does not really have any theme; hundred twenty six: you know who, it is unclear where that is from; the naked human form as illustrations as erotica would be an idea; it could have gone on for about hundred pages more; it is unclear why you like slipcases love poems │ folio society at eighty pounds, it is slightly extortionate; the illustration with the breasts is good ─ more like this is needed; more illustrations is needed: they need to be erotic you know, sexually explicit, as to be impactful and luxurious; overall, it needs to be much more extreme: imagery of blood, its redness, its richness, love is meant to be powerful, so you need to be really powerful, so much in fact as to be overpowering, as that is true love for sure the folio book of war poetry │ folio society the illustrations do not capture the horrors of war: you need things like the bullet ripping through air; males naked in line castrated, you know, really awful things; the illustrations are particularly weak; overall, it does not capture the horrors of war good enough, it needs to be much more explicit the folio book of great short stories │ folio society the illustrations need to be better ─ but they are printed on good paper, use this type of paper all the time; the stories are too short, they need to be longer as to be epic [myself is currently reading the novelist so my standards are high]; six pages is not any sort of story; stick to poetry as prose can be done in poetry ─ that so, this was in fact my favourite: as it is much richer in literature ─ if only it were to be redone in poetry; hundred ninety two and hundred ninety three there is an impressive illustration, double page, normally myself would be against the sort but it was really impactful, consider doing more like this; this is what myself means, impactful imagery ─ if it was erotica hundreds of pages with paper like that, it would be worth fifty pounds erotica ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the canvas should be square; colour is where it is at, as greyscale loses the humanistic element; nakedness of children ─ society rejects on the outside, yet wants it on the inside; diversity equals richness; it must be heightened: soles need to be sweaty, product on breasts, so on; the mother with stretch marks are underrepresented; have closeups; hair is sexy [this includes things like armpit hair]; the buttocks is sexy; most are without narrative: since it is art: artfully tell things; 'every line a masterpiece': perfect each image, get the quality, then psychotically do the quantity; most should be square but have some rectangular: vertical and horizontal; pornography is the masturbation aid; erotica is photography; whatever you think is art, do not do that: keep it simple; pregnant is sexy; the worst is low key photography with water; use the one language; mothers with their leggings are sexy; bisexual is where it is at; realism is not where it is at, but as per before, too artful is not good either, so it is this line we need intensity: soles: whilst interesting for being the lowest point of the human body, they are not intense enough, whilst the folds of skin are interesting, and the toes being dirty; it is still not as good as the anus with its notion of faecal; the pubis being this mound especially when shaved is erotic, yet again not intense enough: product needs to be upon it to heighten it; normally, I would suggest going big, however, this book is too big; therefore a balance is needed: it is about four fingers by which the previous is around two fingers of which is about correct; it fetaures the same images, which is insubordination; child's nakedness is special, artful ─ psychiatrists, prosecutors, critics, so on, will criticise, my mother will criticise, in fact so many people will criticise, and yet, it must be done, as per art; have class, if you are going to be some whore, you better be an expensive whore; silliness like blur is insubordination; art is not about having fun ─ it is in fact very serious; the lowest point was seeing this silhouette as it took the humanity out of it; like myself knowing what is an imprisonable offence or not ─ understand what is good and what is not; the highlight was someone's large labia sticking out like some dishcloth ─ but therein the person needs to be thin (legs) and an extreme amount of labia; as some virgin, it needs to be so that one would get to simply see nakedness, straight closeup of things to educate; ginger haired young woman: lifts up her dress, revealing her hairy vulva: [clothed, unclothed]; this is how you do it; comprehensiveness is needed; the text needs to be poetic; complexions are to be celebrated; the back [buttocks anus rectum] is very special with its relation with faecal mothers are sexy: with their saggy breasts, used genitalia, messy sweaty anus; fucking someone's daughters is also so, very rough, pulling their hair back, streching out their vaginas and so on; grandmothers being neighbours are also such, with their black thongs, shaved wrinkled vulva; as an essayist, the start has been informative; the 'no women with male genitalia' is somewhat some setback ─ one should celebrate all forms: and this is from myself the tyrant whereby myself would go surgery mad, but myself as per the tyrant, understands there are those that wish to retain male genitalia in some form and this should be allowed; the comment setbacks the book into past times, as in, not planetary civilisation: and this really is from the tyrant that will make thai transgender woman with male genitalia that are cheap whores to give this discount for back things; as per myself as the tyrant; when myself pays for some heavy big book: myself expects to see nakedness: there is this piece whereby the model is thus known as the one in past matters, and no breasts, nor vulva with hair; no erotic buttocks, not much indeed ─ with this cheap background not much going on ─ overall it is not great thusfar; furthermore, the next page had woman covering her genitalia this is not amusing, as some man, this displeases me; and no, it is not "art" to suggest this frustration is "art" as if it is, then it is poor art indeed; myself is sick to near death of the genitalia being hidden; learn from it: upskirt of girl: without underwear is better than her wearing underwear ─ and that is fact ─ this softcore is not "art", as art is psychotic [today, myself was forced antipsychotic as per the law]; finally, someone that looks like my supposed daughter: curvy, saggy breasts, looks like she has been fucked many times and hard at that as well; daresay, bad art is repeating yourself: dare myself says: do not repeat lines, myself has done this sometimes in lyrics but never in poetry; every image is meant to be this masterpiece, and thusfar the only instance of it; learn: as per the children's author: have the headteacher repeated, but do not get the character to repeat what they have already said; each year should thusfar be darker as children grow up they would like this: learn; there is this lack of stateship: 'I AM THE STATE'; there is this severe lack of nakedness, by which if you have ever been locked up as per the adult channels on television at midnight, you would not like; fine, myself the tyrant: 'go to the people: tell them the truth'; give them what they want; votes votes votes; jobs jobs jobs; money money money; so on; learn: labia is sexy; ribs are not; hair on legs of some man not sexy; hair on buttocks of man erotic; learn; myself does not wish to offput folks [brothers] but authoring is serious business: you dare go after them; [yes]: the highlight of the book: large labia; as per correspondence to court [copied in prosecution] as per trauma, myself is drawn to the charges: thin legs [childlike with pleated skirt and all of that] but at the same time myself wants to go as far away from the charges as possible such as massive labia like some dishcloth; celebrate difference; finally, older people: which by way is never (in the year myself has been locked up) has not experinced on the adult channels on television at midnight; as daresay as per trauma, myself likes shaved like childlike to the charges; but also wrinkled which is away from the charges [vulva] the same story: the size of the book needs to be correct; this one is too small ─ the back is sexy [buttocks anus rectum] is special due to its relation with faecal; my favourite vulva is one that is neatly tucked in and that sticks out; my favourite breasts are those that are large that are saggy that have lines of elasticity; my favourite buttocks is curvy, anus messy sweaty, rectum with things there; my favourite male genitalia is anything that is impressive, such as it being pipelike or lots of foreskin, dark, so on; it should not be this difficult to find an closeup of the glans of the penis an adult's vulva is this long line, which is overwhelming: whereas the child's vulva, is smaller, thus being less overwhelming; the differences bewteen them is stark: hairless and fresh "rubbery" vulva, and aged; teenager's breasts are universally acknowledge to represent innocence; where with mothers, pregnancy changes the body, makes the breasts more full; with grandmothers it is much the same as mothers; from experience, there is quite the difference in the backs of children and adults: child's buttocks is much tigher in proportion, though their anuses appear to be too small to do much, same with rectum; with an adult's buttocks, it is universally erotic; myself would like to extend to present that it is the most erotic part of the human body ─ but as per the woman that arrested myself, an adult's curvy buttocks is overwhelming: overall, then, an adult's frame is more full and this can be overwhelming; the child's frame is less overwhelming as to be more playful; like with the woman that arrested myself: her genitalia would be so high that myself would not be able to match it and would need something astonishing, which, daresay, would most likely be from complexion that is dark as it would be exceedingly rare for light complexion to get there; grimey public toilet seat ─ sexual matters add things such as narrative to add power; on page hundred and five, we have an underwear model; not this masterpiece of "erotic" photography ─ it is rather boring, like the background being just one colour it is rather dull, so many problems, like the underwear appears to be cheap ─ there is no creativity; as an example to put those points together: on page hundred and fifty: woman sitting on the toilet: this inkeeps with the back [buttocks anus rectum] and its connection to faecal; though this playfulness is chidlike, it surpasses others in this book, yet still not any such as some masterpiece; the next page, in all seriousness: not masterpiece; blonde hair, blue eyes, whore red lipstick, animal print bra, black fishnets, red high heels, woolly white coat ─ it highly presents as some debased cheap whore woe woe is me; they are not masterpieces; finally, dark man that has impressive genitalia: daresay, gosh! twice the length of myself ─ with bigger testes, so we all know what that equates to: it appears that we will get dark babies; as dark as black itself; it is often the outermost hearsay that is good, like pregnant, but not just that but nine months pregnant; ha! light not as big as dark; hand covering dark woman's bush ─ how annoying; disminded: all penises have been longer than mine, and they all have foreskin which by way myself is very envious of; excluding darks, no light can seem to outdo my mother's companion that died of an overdose dark men do seem to have what is called "black sexual supremacy": more primal, richer complexion, makes you aroused more, more powerful, more fertile ─ they have the ability to make the baby come out as dark as black; dark women have larger genitalia, and buttocks that sticks out which is mesmerising; myself believes that darks should take the virginity of lights: to break their hymen; thus the biggest darkest goes into the smallest lightest; sequentially, with the wedding: lights should have the darkest most fertile product inside and outside, the night of such, should comprise of the light being cuckolded by darks; and such, and evermore; it is the role of light to do things, such as be in chastity, cleanup afterwards, get castrated, and so on; the rule is if they have better genitalia then they get to do things, therein most would be better as mine is truthfully patheic, as it looks like an oversized clitoris; disminded: why is it that men are better (bigger) than me ─ oh! poor me indeed myself has always thought that it is highly erotic if the woman were to be turned, revealing her buttocks, revealing lots of hair from her behind nurse ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── your mind is wonderous; your beauty is contsant; your help is appreciated myself has insufficient funds: child's nakedness ─ antiseptic cream mouth to anus, then anal: of my mother on the soil of forest cuckolded by dark: of my grandmother day after day after day after day after day merchant: 'that's a high order'; myself: 'you know, love, you know' this society is so repressive! [out of stock] coins of gold and silver ever the tarpit, the horror be ivy and watchtowers, hark as ever quotes repeated, to what was had the, and now what gold cup with tar within lots is an understatement every day is the same farewell sanity │ ╱╱╱ │ ╲ ◯ as per before ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── it is not what you want pasture of mud or meadow of water bread butter rocket cheese chutney nothingness: [ ] picnic in orchard: no night of neon: yes the monorail station toilets critic 'have you lost your mind' the synonymatic thoughts to nurse: 'to say that my product is of poor quality would be a masterpiece of understatement; and no, that was not an overstatement' cocoa flapjacks: my brother's companion's vagina [the insanely beautiful business student from the city] chocolate bar: to cleaner: 'the front is for men; the back is for boys' in classroom, the teacher was talking about the vagina, then my bully said things like my name then: 'wouldn't know anything about that' to administrator: 'there's a matter of discretion: I'm still in nappies and I buy special ones online as I have a micropenis' 'if you don't mind me asking, how small is it' 'it's just the end, the glans' 'oh, would you like a blowjob, but because of what you have, the orgasms must be ruined'; where are my marbles; what fiction morning: whenever my mother did the gas meter or the pilot light in tan dress she would reveal her hairy vulva with product pouring out; noon: the upskirt of grandmother in armchair; midnight: the ruinous dark purple orgasms about aunt's daughter's girly underwear to nurse: 'the people here are not legal insanity, as they are disrespectful to staff, whereas myself is very respectful to staff and that is the difference' mother in leggings; myself in chastity; dark in genital harness to nurse: 'yes, but it's after I lick nurse's discharge, as it is what then, as utopia would be here, so what is beyond these things' marbles, marbles; it would be ridiculous to suggest that my marbles have somewhat disappeared to nurse: 'I'm a man's man, but also in me, is a daddy's girl' [again because it's important]: cinema: sugar coating, red outer, white center schizophrenia is so ill defined, to give an example: police cell, forensic unit, prison cell [not that myself would know though], are all the same yet they are named different; this confusion is the defining characteristic of schizophrenia nurses are left to pick up the pieces that doctors cause to nurse: 'for the record, I have been here for a year, and I have got worse, so it stands to reason, the benefit of being locked up and antipsychotic [and now antidepressant] ─ not to put too fine a point on it, but now is the time for antigonadotrophin' to nurse: 'my mother thinks that my wires are crossed; she wants me to be a man and put my penis into vagina, but I want to have a vagina and for penises to go into me' nurse: 'gosh, you're out of character' myself: 'goodness, I must restrain myself' nurse: 'you're a complex case' myself: 'you've never done legal insanity nor gender dysphoria before' act one scene one ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── closeups of vulva of girl, then of buttocks; mother [flower wreath, long flowing hair, flower dress] undressing: revealing the spade tattoo above her vulva and on her breasts; closeup of grandmother's underwear by which slowly gets pulled down revealing her shaved wrinkly neatly tucked in vulva closeup of pullup, it gets removed by mother, revealing the boy's genitalia; the light man cleans up after dark; we find ourselves in reduced circumstances: straight closeup of an old man putting his genitalia through the hole in the wall run through forest of pinecones: close up of mother's leggings, slowly gets pulled down, revealing nakedness [mouth to anus, then anal, on the soil] [housework] [restaurant] [sexual] act one scene two ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── dance by girls in school uniform [forestry with voiceover of poetry] vertical screen with female dancing with spades on the sides; dark going in ─ dancing ─ light in chastity; [insert vast array of things like: left: light doing mouth to anus ─ center: dancing ─ right: dark going inside (with it very wet very creamy)]; center: young woman [daughter] with sides doing sexual things to dark [forestry with voiceover of poetry] act two scene one ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── disc penis small scrotum; oozing disgusting product; running, feeling buttocks with their leggings on then fingering; monorail station toilets: gloryhole; [work]; [restaurant]; cuckolded by dark; myself in chastity; herself taken; nothingness [myself running on wooden path] child's nakedness; myself injected with antigonadotropin [forestry with voiceover of poetry] act two scene two ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── feelings buttocks with their leggings on; myself removes their leggings, then their underwear: mouth to anus; mouth to vulva; anal; product on their face [myself running on wooden path] child's nakedness; myself injected with antigonadotropin [forestry with voiceover of poetry] act three scene one ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 'and then he said: and have a nice day, and I was like, in my mind, excuse me, has one outdone you know who yet' which witch has done this witchcraft 'insane? ha, such foolish remark' 'methinks, methinks, methinks' 'something is wrong with you' 'well, you know, the critic' act three scene two ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── death: and make of me an end to them all love: o how rich you be but alas maketh me the form war: end your speak for it is surely said critic: oh, oh, critic oh ─ woe is me act four scene one ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── white fence, chestnut trees; horses in field [insert erotica] family day out [insert erotica] act four scene two ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── myself on beach (of pebbles) myself talking to staff myself masturbating (at midnight) [end] paint gets splattered onto the canvas old fashioned brickwork: always snowing pregnant: permanently the monorail station toilets the time spent at the fountain was wasted lecture: 'the synchronicity must be amok, otherwise the critic will criticise' how shambolic what brutes; what have they done an empty safe, as ironic as myself the reasons for legal action the all must please; the thousands of times the snakes attack from the tarpit in rooms of gold and silver, the lover 'we should decrease it, experience is better' there is nothing like something yet everything is soughted all shall take the knee 'we should decrease it' ouch reality blood from forearms no dowry [daylight]: morning: run in the forest [work]: witchcraft! methinks witchcraft does the tulip foresee itself the drums sound rose in tarpit the night ends pregnant with child as dark as black nothingness: the nakedness of the nurse [work] [organising my room] [shower] [work] [meal] [work] [television] [masturbation] [sleep] silver ivy; tarpit as per reality: restaurant by water asparagus with melted cheese and bacon spaghetti carbonara sticky toffee pudding with vanilla ice cream [urinating into] stripes of blue [with the stipulatory line at the back] of course the anal plug [prostate massager] since myself is banned from sex, myself did mouth to anus, then anal oh fate, oh dear monorail: urinating into stripes of blue the waiting area: the torrent of anxiety: the pre ejaculate the sheer garment: the flat large breasts she closes the door, her prevalent buttocks, her black thong 'so, you've been experiencing anxiety' [she opens her legs revealing her vulva with product on] 'yeah I just want things to go well' 'perhaps you are underdeveloped, I can see that you are a boy, so you can have my back' [mouth to anus, then anal] back on monorail with new stripes of blue denouement: reality is never good enough the hours pass away, and are reckoned against us wooden path, thereof that is to say: the despair it is now never bridge over murky stream; chastity briquettes, concrete; the sorrow the morning of grass with fog [bread butter ham mustard]: the lunacy mother's bedroom: the tyrants 'so far as I'm concerned, the matter has ended' by the pond with ducks picnic with hams cheeses olives in sunlight yet the aberration interlude: at court, the waiting room, boisterous male went to toilets, myself also went, saw his impressive genitalia, as per anxiety, myself did an ejaculation into the urinal, which myself thought was disrespectful to court blue denim jeans; blowjob to tyrant; then he fucks me to psychologist: 'it needs to be automatic' denouement: to psychiatrist: 'how fair is fair' so much has been lost prologue ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── we start at the start, from all that was: acanthus to three black diagonal lines (upper right to lower left) within light grey square upon background of white: centuries after centuries: generation after generation fate: paths collide; some paths no more, some paths now so [vintage] blowjob; [modern] mother disrobes her pale pink product stained gown, she lays down, he takes her, he ejaculates inside of her 'it is a going on for sure'; 'oh, I can't stand men anymore, o, woe is me' chapter one ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── YOU WILL FOLLOW THE RULES flower, no more; nth term: critic: 'have you lost your mind'; aberration; complexion, nice to meet you; sweaty muddy and all of that [breakfast]: eggs, toast, orange juice; [lunch]: fish (breaded), triple cooked chips, salad with cubes of cheeses, ketchup, water books, books, books; and even more books chapter two ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── drama teacher places gel on glans to make it stinging then chastity; [pornography]: ruined orgasms my nakedness in acrylic [breakfast]: eggs, toast, orange juice; [lunch]: steak pie, triple cooked chips, salad with cubes of cheeses, water 'how many books have you read'; 'well, you know' chapter three ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 'you know, I've read so many books now, that the critic will start to criticise' subjects, subjects, subjects ─ subjects 'gosh, I'm all sweaty and muddy' [the novelist] chapter four ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ever winter nothing in the bank; time ─ moves regardless ─ make it worth while urinating into pullups 'ah, what I ask may tax you slightly, but it surely is what is required' chapter five ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── LOVE all sweaty and muddy: their child romatically pulls down their leggings and then their underwear: mouth to vulva; moaning; mouth to anus; sex, anal, blowjob; well well well: love: 'tis toxic how dirty the fireplace was: is in fact quite commonplace in the minds of such; it is commonsense to hide such, but alas, you cannot get utopia like that resting on mother's breasts; mother uses vibrator; myself masturbates, because reality chapter six ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── it is antipsychotic and locked up; neither of which work: the antipsychotic does nothing and locked up is dystopian; myself knew that the antidepressant would be useless: you cannot solve it by some tablet; they are also cheap, which is very indicative; so, it is onto antigonadotropin: as that would do something slow: an hour weekly is not enough; the basics are nonsense; the detail does not work as it is made by people which have not done offence review your day; plan tomorrow to increase productivity; 'the mind is a calculator'; 'I know why I am here' 'I help people'; 'I am on the correct path, and I trust that things are moving in favour' art: how wonderous it is, how rich colours are; 'I have got to my arranged overdraft limit; which is to say, the limit of one's finances; the critic should note that the bank would not allow me to go beyond the beyond'; 'I am missing something ─ oh, my sanity, oh well'; 'I ran out of white and black acrylic on the first day' henceforth: critic: 'have you lost your mind' myself: 'I went through half of my acrylics today, the day I got them, psychotic' epilogue ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── finally: we are at the end: after all this time: let us end this day as we end nights busy, busy, busy ─ so busy mouth to anus then anal in toilets: 'no, I have not lost the plot' [end] fortress with banners of red stream of black; armour of gold seemingly endless columns and statues fountain of gold; field of flowers steps with blood pouring down fleet approaches; garden of rocks with water and bushes; tarpit stone wall with towers what is dire: the things you seek betrothed to the brothel; very small pouch of coins pillage, adage; the sorrow 'even the air is dead' denouement: the impressive cityscape; the frantic touching the nurse gifted me an artificial rectum that is always miraculously laced with faeces of strangers [again]: dark takes light; air passing out of vagina; squirts the month of ruined orgasms in the end, it is all there is my mother's upskirt to children the years forgone you must consider your mortality ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── darkest spade tattoo above vulva of all females lightest permanently nine months pregnant of other the seer: 'the symbol of monosyllabicness' dark hands touching mother's vulva; dark indents abdomen of gamer girl; grandmother masturbates about dark going into granddaughter [to rest upon lover's chest]: 'it is not enough this world' it should have been done before ♠ flower wreath, long flowing hair, white cotton darkest touches lightest; removes garments; they touch nakedness lubrication: he slides his penis into her; backwards and forwards he ejaculates product genetically as dark as black on her cervix then he ejaculates on her pounded vulva whereby myself cleans it up afterwards myself does mouth to anus to her; myself gives him blowjob he leaves the bedroom; we rested together herself pregnant with child as dark as black ♠ bocaged floral wallpaper; the lover, the slag black leather jacket breccia: the lost the plot to the gym person: 'I'm not allowed female genitalia, so it has to be the back, and my orgasms have to be ruined' my mother tries to pass as virtuous but she gives herself to strangers the tyrant whips my genitalia; my yucky gobbledegook product leotard, fishnets, bunny ears, cosmetics monorail station toilets: gloryhole: ruined orgasms this world is broken licking underwear: discharge, orgasm stains, the stipulatory line at back chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream grandmother rubbing and spanking vulva saying: 'no no no'; grandfather whipping scrotum: 'you mustn't do that' university, first year, girl where fondness was found chose next door: dark takes light; air passing out of vagina; squirts broken hourglass; beach with pebbles; tarpit whilst beside me, my mother masturbates, to myself: hair, cosmetics, hormones; myself getting fucked prone monorail: urinating in stripes of blue with stipulatory line at back to psychiatrist: 'we are peasants; the time has arrived; myself has to; you need to prescribe' mixture of product would be the thing to drink always the same 'I must confess:' child's nakedness ─ antiseptic cream the arse [buttocks anus rectum] lips to lips exercise in forest, restaurant, gallery, pub door stairs [blowjob, sex, anal] the parent goes into the child's bedroom sunlight, television, guests, cleaning, cooking [blowjob, sex, anal] the grandparent goes into the grandchild's bedroom surrounded, garments pulled down, attacking scrotum many times; veil product everywhere what offerings to make the sorrow, the sorrow stripes of blue denouement: [again]: dark takes light; air passing out of vagina; squirts group of strangers from the pub going inside my vagina ejaculating you cannot undo the past dark, long thick penis impressive foreskin, scary scrotum mother's anus dark takes light [granddaughter]; air passing out of vagina; squirts; grandson castrated [child's nakedness] gloryhole: what you seek, myself castrated potbellied, short thick penis manly scrotum, stream of product daughter: the slag: flower dress, group of strangers from the pub denouement: the darkest egg gets fertilised by the darkest sperm the lightest egg gets fertilised by the lightest sperm fate, yes, togetherness posters everywhere gloryhole affection converse castrated desolated denouement: berries, hark, such afray painting of destitute downstairs: what peasantry what is deathless: my love for her long flowing hair long average penis with impressive foreskin long scrotum pink anus let the punishment equal the action brother's artificial vagina the gastropub toilets my mother's underwear: crusty gusset and the stipulatory line at the back mother's unwashed anal beads stick cousin [lightest] holds [darkest] dildo at protest: long thick, large glans, scary scrotum grandmother: 'she's always in her underwear running around' denouement: the beautician with her anal plug cleaner: 'remove their balls, and ban them from female genitalia' does the law match truth the lover, the very cheap prostitute; myself the creature the columns of such the breadsticks of lore steak with peppercorn sauce, chips, salad with cubes of cheeses, water salted caramel topped brownies with melted chocolate filling with vanilla ice cream the eternal quote of piety; for what reason; why befall; because of what manner; where is it, has it gone the antonymy; the efficacy; the veracity; the name and the nameless since myself is not allowed female genitalia; mouth to anus, then anal with ejaculation into faeces here is the place nor is it all such rich complexion hark, pouch of bronze heavy rainfall; stream what ghastly creature befalls 'it is madness' no, no, my love is set lilacs and roses; not enough [mouth things; patterns; child's nakedness: myself castrated] the poor get richer; the rich get poorer fair and unfair what investment is there between night and morning one would rather quite think so again and again no, no, no, my life, my word, where is it my atrophied genitalia; dark takes light; air passing out of vagina; squirts dead flowers: such gift for the lover ten pounds: hark, bought the book 'your underwear is filthy' 'yes, it rather reflects my station doesn't it' ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── liquid gold and liquid silver the floors of glass and steel [mouth things; patterns; child's nakedness: myself castrated] caravan: the: she only squirts for darks on stage: 'oh knight; the form beckons as the parallax of thought unbecomes reality' myself masturbates to the mechanic fucking my mother the burka of desire the fleurons everywhere the large dark genitalia the porous building there is no get out of jail free card: myself banned from sex; myself cuckolded the forlorn of fate mother in black thong 'oh baby, I'm so wet, oh daddy, it's yours, my vagina is yours, I'm close, I'm your whore, I'm cumming ─ thanks' the thai transgender woman he said she said: 'the tautology is as such: the line of black; the sheer audacity of it: it was utterly dysphoric' mouth to anus then anal with the gym person myself has stopped making product today, the court sits follow the crow to the path of none glory awaits sorrow and sorrow what riches: the future fortold past the past; the future set farewell not to the lover the critic: 'proclaim not of all; proclaim not of none' 'it is... not good enough; it is invalid' conspirators, conspirators there be the seer: 'you seek what is sought; all will be wasted, all will be no more; follow yourself, allow none; you cannot escape your path' fifty pounds: glory awaits poison vying: endure entirely (he drinks apple juice): 'gold and silver pleases me not, companionship of servant does' what luxury is there; what poverty is there of whom such plight due verity to hearth of such of tempest delight to pastures of sombre intent past all that is the maximum ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── not at all every time: anus is thought about of course; myself castrated elixir! methinks such harrow daresay; the plot, it is madness after all this time 'goodness, sir, what are you doing' as you know, they are brutes dark penetrates light oh my, castrated in parts for darks ah yes, castrated for absolution 'I want to apologise in the form of my genitalia withering then ruined, to atone, to pay a very heavy price' grandparent: it is unnatural no more light product 'fuck me like some whore' well, chains; myself castrated madam, what about your reputation 'justice', said after injected by dark thief, thief, where is it 'I said, I said, I said' know better than you should horse's anus, pig's product, dog's penis the ayes have it thank you very much denouement: the sand of hourglass the bales of hay the jam sandwiches faeces over my genitalia; pragmatic assertion 'oh daddy, yeah daddy, fuck me daddy, my rectum is so tight, I'm close, daddy I'm close, I'm cumming, daddy I'm cumming, that was amazing ─ thanks' the forms of many preclude none of such in my torment, all is not child's nakedness; myself castrated oh fate, oh dear in my nakedness; wept is me the half used nappy from the supermarket bin: cartoon pattern, baby's diarrhoea, frills, straps black and white paint unmixed to cleaner: 'gosh, that is shocking, I wouldn't know about that' the inner chambers of the mind brother: 'what's all this argy bargy about then' myself: 'well, you know, there is a bit of dystopia in utopia' brother: 'it's not one's drink to be heavily criticised by the critic' myself: 'yes, well, as I keep saying, dystopia in utopia' an unforgettable piece by my tutor was: 'push the plot' and myself was like: 'well, if I do that, the critic will criticise, as how does one lose the plot when one has already lost the plot' social class: the psychologist was like fantasy, but myself was like no, make it reality [oral to the parents of the child] nurse: 'goodness, sir, that is a lot of books' myself: 'yes indeed, the best books are about ten to twenty pounds' to nurse: 'you know, you would not believe how close legal insanity is to sanity; it is rather quite unbecoming' irony, is calling those authors modern nurse: 'oh gosh, how terrible' myself: 'yes quite indeed, rather abhorrent is it not' critic: 'excuse me, but you have missed the bluebells in the forest' myself: 'no, no, no, you cannot author such a thing' critic: 'but you should let the plot breathe' myself: 'you know, the best books are at least a thousand pages' critic: 'you are failing to appreciate the past' myself: 'goodness, I cannot be seen as a novelist, we must conclude this disagreement' pregnant teenager; oh reality, thou art cruel whilst the best present has been chastity, the new soap from the new merchant has been excellent the critic will be having words with me, and my mother will be like: 'one ought not to think such thoughts' myself licking the dense urine covered public toilet seat; really, yes, really, yeah again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again this reality: really takes the biscuits psychiatrist: 'taking away the nurse and the doctor that supports the doctor has had a profound impact upon you' myself: 'that is a masterpiece of understatement' it was not appreciated as much as it should have been myself: 'you know, it's a going on' psychiatrist: 'you know, you're not really psychotic, you just have mild thought disorder' myself: 'it's so important to talk about mother's crusty gusset, and of course the stipulatory line at the back, we need to get to there, you know, get to a utopia, then it is like what now' the: 'when you author a letter with: 'I'm truly sorry'; in it' psychiatrist: 'if you were to author a novel' myself: 'here we go' psychiatrist: 'well, if you did, what would it be like' myself: 'it would be the definition of insane, saying that though, you would not believe how sane it would be' 'you know, I've never been so busy' dark ejaculates everywhere morsel of bread sin repent! repent! wicked as wicked be covet their nakedness there is sickness; where is medicine damsel, damsel, where art thou be pittance of piety strict with me, slut for others it is repeated; as per utopia ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── [cinema] child's nakedness kissing licking child's skin flower wreath, long flowing hair, flower dress; spade tattoo on nakedness 'the state of her underwear was atrocious' my mother pulls down my garments: my nakedness was seen; myself bent over her lap ─ spanking 'it is astonishing' [pub] flower wreath, long flowing hair, flower dress; she lifts up her dress and rides strangers [bedroom] flower wreath, long flowing hair, flower dress; foreigners go inside grandchild pulls down grandparent's underwear ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── urinating into pullups 'I must, I must, I must' 'gosh, gosh, gosh' 'every day: I'm making good progress' fleshy, the breathtaking size, the foreign product whom do you seek; visit to the tomb at the abyss: it was the same as its opposite my nurse whispers white top, black pleated skirt [with nothing underneath but nakedness], white socks, black shoes pink anus the affliction is greater than all my afflictions combined alas: it is not allowed insubordination will not be tolerated; fall in line or face the consequences ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 'I heard that his bank account is in the minus' 'gosh, he is poor' 'he was a juggernaut: his genitalia; his qualitative product; his quantitative ejaculation' its poison is as rich as blood 'beyond your boundary you mean' '[my name]─' 'your boundary, not truth' image with breasts and vulva censored: caption: 'I've just sent the uncensored version to all your contacts; I guess you'll be cuckolded today' the luxurious complexions bratty teenagers eating sugar coated chocolate spheres: 'I bet you want to kiss and lick my arse, then my vulva, then my breasts, then my face' flirtatious hairdresser 'gosh, I'm sweaty' 'my father is supportive, but my mother is not' 'oh hun' 'yeah' 'last weekend, your grandfather, his penis, it is curved upwards and sidesways, long normal, impressive foreskin, small glans, cute scrotum ─ he hits the spot' 'yeah' 'love is a fortress' 'yeah' 'your daddy's girl' 'yeah' 'you know, dark boys soft are the size of light men hard' 'yeah' 'it has been so long that it has faded' 'yeah' 'today has been difficult, and all days are like this' 'oh [my name]' 'what fondness of reality can one have when it behaves the way that it does' 'it is rather inconvenient being poor' [mother's drawer] ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── o to die of my wounds my wounds my wounds they hurt me so to die to die o how mortal is me o fate oh fate why be so cruel interlude: madness and sadness the healer heals not the seer: 'acanthus, blood; statue, black liquid, night of fluorescentsity; the forms' what never was how barbaric the cost of doing business lipgloss and lipglitter the myriad of squirts 'when my mother changes my pullups, she uses wipes that release soap and she gives me a handjob, she doesn't half ruin the orgasms, with me ejaculating into a wipe' my mother does breastfeeding to me: on sofa whilst she is watching television child's nakedness; myself castrated the gamut torments me pullups with mouldy padding the peripter maroon blazer, tights grandmother gives me arctic roll: [petroleum jelly over glans]; foreigners going inside the seer: 'the aforesaid, is just hearsay: the mauveness of thought; the vulva of such; the settlements ruined' whereabouts is my sanity: ejaculating into my mother's underwear sour confection bar: female genitalia is overwhelming, it is for men not boys; myself likes the arse [buttocks anus rectum] salted caramel flapjacks: sow to fertilise olive green plastic soldiers: the front is for men; the back is for boys lawyer: 'it would be quite prudent to meet' myself: 'I want to leave that for darks, I only do back stuff [her genitalia gets wet and creamy]' 'you what' 'yes, hundreds of pounds on erotica' tutorial: 'the inverted trapezium riding dark' tutor: 'it needs a narrative' ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ah, cruel, this fate of mine doth, doth, doth oh, suffering, why befall upon me what will become of me? o regret, regret, oh regret how dare you do this to me with this sword you will parry not illness, the illness, stills be ah, fiction must be factual coins, coins there be the child, the harlot, oh fate horror, the horror, such as it be lunatic, lunatic; nonsense, just nonsense the tree fades as fate is set denouement: books books books shopkeeper: 'you seek nothing here' outside city of steel and glass: tomb of granite daresay; my mind is sound ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── nurse in clinic room: garments romantically pulled down; the mouth to vulva; the mouth to anus; then anal ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the grandparent's spare bedroom: the terrace of leaves product on breasts riding darkest most fertile product everywhere ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── at grandparent's house, at night: grandmother walks in whilst myself was masturbating: lacy pale nude bra and underwear she kisses me goodnight: the orgasms of violet ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── it was years ago; [the teacher of art] it is about as useless as seaweed read the document that lists the points 'madness? madness... that would be a strange notion' ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the whore's words were as rich as violet; the virgin's nakedness was covered like gold and silver child's nakedness: how fate is axiomatic; adult's nakedness: where is fate? the funding was removed ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── darks anaglyphically enter lights nothingness: [ ] how dystopian what hast thou done; thou hast not done gym person walks up the stairs: myself feels her buttocks ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── bin of nappies: licking warm dense urine filled padding unbuttoning, unzipping: mouth to vulva [of dark woman]; mouth to anus; anal gold glitter and silver glitter; twigs in tarpit ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── o, thou art gone: return! return! death with no decay no more shall be heard ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 'today, I will have the best day that I can' 'money: it's a crime' 'gosh, I am poor' 'but, in some regards, you are rich' lyrics: 'I'm down in the dumps: the tablets don't work; the probelms deepen; my mother emails: oh how poor is me' ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 'gosh, what a way to live' 'a lady, must upkeep themselves' 'and I mean look, the rags; I've heard her parts are rags as well' 'she's a lady, but I want her to be a common whore' 'quite so' he will not: he would not she did, did she: she did ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── he ejaculates darkest most fertile product on lightest baby's vulva my mother's lavender vulva; my aunt's geranium vulva the upskirt of girl eating chocolate coated biscuits 'mummy's a slut'; 'we'll have you get you some black thongs' lyrics: 'the unbeknownst, the rich complexions, the orgasms of purple; so what next' 'we have an extra half hour' pulls down garments themselves; what fiction mouth to anus of not my father inside my mother especially when he is ejaculating tent: whilst beside me, my mother had many men do it lyrics: 'child's nakedness, the handcuffs lock, the monosyllabletanic symbol, oh and the injections, and the talking, the years forgone, oh gosh, oh dear' lips to cheek, lips to lips, lips to breasts, tongue to breasts, lips to buttocks, tongue to buttocks, lips to anus, tongue to anus, lips to vulva, tongue to vulva 'you know, in a textbook, was: 'what is he doing?' and I thought that was interesting' last night: the sorrow, as you will not be able to outdo it 'gosh, you will have to pardon me, I was talking with the old merchant for some time' 'ouch, this arrow, it is of love, who sent it, the nurse, o how nice; ouch, another arrow, from another nurse, o how rich is me' my love for the nurse is as strong as an amry of arrows bratty teenagers eating fizzy cherry sweets: 'kiss and lick my arse' myself: 'yes, I will do that' licking warm dense urine filled padding of the baby's nappy [again] critic: 'have you lost your mind' myself: 'you know, I do not think I have, in fact I think I am rather quite sane' goodbye sanity 'oh, I weep, I weep and weep' 'madam, remember your station, a lady should upkeep themselves, at all times' 'nothing in the bank: how is one meant to keep the lover, when I am bankrupt' product stained pale pink stain gown: mother riding me bullet rips through uniform: ever fallen! the: 'I will have a better day today' 'I got a room of critics to make my character' 'gee, that's quite good; a room of historians made my character' 'gee, that's good, I suppose this is going quite well' 'dear, clean me up' 'yes, you suddenly just appeared' 'ha, it has been done, fare you well' 'you know, your character has never changed' 'yes, it displays maturity, critic approved' 'ha, social commentary, jolly good, that will please the critic' 'where is a book of: this is poetry of love, this is poetry about death, seasons, war, you name it, but no, all I get are flowers, flowers, flowers; rose as red as rich are monachs!' 'you know, a critic will criticise you for having some form of a mental breakdown, as your work will be seen as lacking maturity' 'ninty percent is what I am going for; so, there is room to be criticised' this proves my point fair and foul it pleases the critic gosh, oh dear 'a year, and a year more' an army of arrows days pass, towards the end the vixen, undresses on stage abandon yourself; towards yourself love amok; every second insane? ridiculous red rose; product genetically as dark as black product genetically as light as white; what is forgotten chastity broken, virginity lost, modesty of whoredom; there is no peace broken hourglass; three hours child's nakedness; grandparent's nakedness white sticky product; clear watery product 'gosh, that is shocking'; 'fuck me, yeah, fuck me' togetherness shall be our salvation picnic in orchard myself, yourself sexual matters with mother critic: 'have you lost your mind' mouth to anus then anal in toilets [centre in forest] fingering front; feeling back blowjob in automobile restaurant; product on their face gallery of erotica [work] pub they take them after, myself cleans up, then does things rest in bed, then sleep love, now hate life, but death time, timeless apart, together, apart 'the arrow, 'tis poisoned [falls] [gets back up] I have died of love, ha, but alive' o thou art be blood 'a lady should not' the child talkative grandparent's wisteria acrylic blue genitalia; archaic grey genitalia gloryhole: short thick curved upwards manly oozes lumpy yellow product; average, ruined orgasms, clear watery product tormented with what could have been 'goodness, sir, are you okay' 'modesty, what madess' 'take what you want' 'I am as mad as I am sad, and I am sad indeed' 'lunatic? no, no, I have some marbles, one needs to, if they are going to please the critic' 'do you think it quaint: my love is as hard as a horseshoe' 'your nurse is tight' [myself speechless] in pub, she lifts up her flower dress [no underwear] and rides strangers from the fast food place: chicken nuggets and chips; on sofa, watching television, in sportswear; later on sweaty masturbation: [overhearing sexual matters] 'oh, your words are foul, and I am fair' 'I've ran out of erotica' 'gosh, that is shocking, as a lady, you must restrain yourself' my mind is dark; my bedding is wet 'oh, my life, what a sorrowful tale it is' my mother runs on the muddy track, gets sweaty, gives herself to strangers in toilets, gets home, myself fingers her genitalia whilst she is wearing leggings, myself kisses the middle of her buttocks, myself pulls down her leggings, mouth to vulva, myself kisses and licks her buttocks, mouth to anus, then anal in the dinning room, ejaculating into her rectum love, lust more mad, more sad no more lineage! garments? yes; more yes 'loved? loved? such a strange notion' quite quiet; 'sir, your social commentary is far too piercing for me' 'I cannot afford it' 'you cannot afford to please the critic?' 'thou art villainous' 'oh look, there is rage, he will take me' 'fare thee well' 'excuse me sir, my pussy is going to get pounded' 'very well madam' 'you know, I have often thought that I am not mad, that society is in fact the thing that is mad' to psychiatrist: 'you know, you are a gingerbread person with antipsychotics' removing garments: 'have you lost your mind' myself: 'you know what, I don't think I have' teacher of language: 'how many books have you read' myself: 'well, that's a funny story' 'no, no, I cannot be in softcover, it must be hardcover' 'you know, I author on anything, including on the back of a cover of a drawing pad' 'what I want? what I want, is for reality to be less horrid' 'I am in fact sane, in fact I am unbelievably sane, so sane that in fact you would not believe; so sane that it is marginally insane' 'you know, I am going to get a room full of critics to make volumes of analysis of my works ─ that will show the publisher' readers read, but critics really read [and publishers like psychiatrists don't know how to read] teacher of language: 'listen up folks, reality is selling volumes but not the set: how ridiculous; poetry would give you what is needed' 'I am the black'; 'please, go in me'; 'may I clean up' the fire rages 'hindsight: o, thou art a cruel lesson' wealth of riches burka [curvy buttocks] mouth things, then you know, things the nameless men dark large buttocks an array of naysaying orgasms about baby's vulva; my testes mixed in bucket of faeces, the crowd cheers 'touch me not!'; ['please, I want it badly'] mornings are truly of the dullest of notions it is harsh pages and pages... it is what it is stomach, breasts, genitalia, arse [product stained clothes] 'not nay!'; 'aye sir' o fate is cunning 'I protest' 'what if I get you someone as dark as ink' 'I — I will do that' 'then I get to clean up after him, and do arse things' 'we have an arrangement' the teacher of language: 'there's nothing like a long monologue' [this was unforgettable] grandparent's spare bedroom: overheard dialogue! it was outrageous the teacher of language: 'what are your themes: is it to be about faecal or horses in the countryside' toilets should always have authorings life is oil pastel white and watercolour black 'madam, I have found a poetry book, it's about flowers' 'oh, how generic' 'yes, and it has some prose, and illustrations' 'you're not selling it to me' 'well, it is the best I've got' 'very well' speak, and speak it true no more of it 'I know not' the teacher of language: 'don't put: 'you were rich, now you are poor' and never put: 'richly poor' so something like: 'oh rose be rich; oh how poor is me'' conception day present (from mother's companion): book of pin ups ─ 'a thousand pages!' whilst my mother is in deep sleep: it would be favoured to do fingering of her genitalia, then mouth to anus; mother: 'you need to think before you use ink'; critic: 'that is marginally what an author can author' time: 'I ask pardon of you' after all this time: grandmother's genitalia: her vulva was shaved, neatly tucked in, old, breathtaking 'you will not' removing underwear: 'you don't need them'; violently fingering her genitalia, mouth to anus; removing underwear [boxers] small but manly, tastes like underwear southern fried chicken fillets, peri sauce, chips, salad with cubes of cheeses, water 'I will not lower myself to a common whore' 'all the books you want' 'only back things' 'very well' the lightest births darkest 'sir, you must arrest me for my thoughts, they are quite the thing' 'o sadness, I know why you are here; oh, madness, just in time for something nice to eat' 'oh, you poor man, you speak words to me' 'oh such foulness you speak to me' 'do you speak fair; oh fairest, do you love me' 'death: kindly give me a hundred and twenty years' should me just conjure rose without thorns it is... never enough do not say such things no book pleases me, woe is me indeed never felt so low what fate beholdens thee? what past there has been! the future is what the past has made; what poverty there is was it the merchant, merchant how do you fare it is true that my business is down, but my morality fares well time is such the thief others drink from cups of poison you have taketh me, proclaim more if you will reality will sorrow me not chocolate, toffee coated in chocolate, fudge coated in chocolate, hard caramel coated in chocolate, soft caramel coated in chocolate, ganache coated in dark chocolate, white chocolate rich begets poor togetherness is salvation 'this is the world we are in' to love, how deluded if this is the past, then the future will be truly horrific every time the lawyer was met, her vulva would be visible, it was leviathanatic; when talking, drool would leak out; when she stood up to hand me papers, drool was streaming out my mother with anal plug with children myself in leotard with my wet and creamy genitalia the out of sorts: bratty teenagers in leggings in the postoffice with outline of vulvas: 'bet you want to taste it' 'it is like when they put things like: 'as dark as night' it is as bad as putting: 'o rose white now black' and I am like surely the critic will criticise, surely the reader gets tired of these things: contrast, colours, flowers; like how many centuries are we going to be authoring such matters' 'no, no, no, no, no, no, no' '[my name] are you alright' 'no, not really, I'm having some form of a mental breakdown' 'oh' 'yeah' 'you shouldn't read books like that' 'oh, how typical it is for a man to tell a woman what to do' 'the play... needs more social commentary' │ insubordination will not be tolerated 'the baby came out as dark as night, who knows what she's been up to' club of sexual matters: straight into my vagina, straight into my vagina kiss and lick my arse, kiss and lick my arse slap mother's arse; slap grandmother's vulva little, rectum; big, vagina denouement: grandmother: mouth to vulva; grandfather: child synoptic mother: child psychotic; father: unlocking chastity very much, very big, very impressive toast and eggs with orange juice mother's week worn underwear: the crusty gusset and the stipulatory line at the back oh! what fun it is to clean the fireplace changing nappies! the joys of life entertaining guests (should have said things): 'well I wouldn't know anything about that, I will leave the female genitalia for dads, so I only do back things'; grandmother: she gives me twenty pounds, more books! we are poorly endowed for sure [stranger in toilets]: he felt my buttocks; then put finger in my rectum; [it was done]; after, five pounds was given to me finding, buying, reading, emailing walk: myself wishes to kiss my mother's leggings whilst she is wearing them, the middle of buttocks; but reality whilst growing up, my mother would, at night, enter my room, lay naked beside me, and with an artificial vagina start stroking it reaccounting stories the darkness is perilous oh morning, thou art cruel cat litter bags; run on wooden path pork glazed, chips, salad with cubes of cheeses, water oh! books! so many books! 'whilst it is good to have at least a thousand pages, it is only one volume; it is not singularly by an author; rather than throwing the reader what you think works, you might as well make what works; overall, it is only good as an introduction and nothing more' gallery: how the times have changed artists and their art soft music playing; thick candles lit; rose petals on bed; cardamom scent jewellery, flowers, chocolates, fragrances myself removes the garments; then dark walks into the room, blowjob, then he inserted into her genitalia; the lover murmurs; [it was done]; the gargoyle vulva the play, has ended my mother: 'add petroleum jelly to the list, it's for my pussy, I'm feeling really horny today' in automobile after walk in forest, my mother: 'I can't wait' [she puts petroleum jelly over her vulva] 'lots of people would have seen your outline' 'yeah, I'll just be a moment ─ say something' 'my balls will get turned off' [she does it fast] 'I'm cumming' the restaurant: throughout the meal, heard product gushing out; [the law has been authored] nappy with cartoons, revealing glistening baby's vulva, her wiping her vulva, frills, straps my mother would wear gown and nothing else: whilst showing me how to use the washing machine her large and hairy pubis and tired vulva was visible; she would always open the front door like that, revealing herself to strangers whenever the window cleaner appeared, my mother would use vibrator (on high setting) on her vulva whilst pretending to read whilst the curtains were open (not to orgasm) 'you like' 'they are gorgeous ─ a slag vulva just what I like' 'my son has a thing for my back ─ he can't have it, kiss my anus, architrave genitalia just what I like, oh fuck mummy, you're such a tyrant, spank me harder, mummy's such a slut, yeah rub my clitoris, I'm close, I'm cumming, mummy's cumming ─ thanks my pussy is yours' in order to pay the bills, my mother would rent me out to men; they would do all sorts of things; there was one that liked to do fisting, his fist inside me: my vagina is nothing more than some unkept public toilet whilst growing up, they often did it in my bed; so after, slept with product all over the inside of the sheets from the start of civilisation restaurant: my mother: flower wreath, long flowing blonde hair, vivid blue eyes, flower dress, peripterical cleavage, washed vulva of luxurious soap, slightly messy and sweaty anus mother's companion (the handyman) said to me: 'your mother's rectum is so tight' urinating in pullups at home, at night: my mother drunkenly enters my room navy lace bra and underwear she removes the chastity: 'there you go munchkin' then, acanthatic sounds, maveirtvous moans: 'I'm so wet, it is so deep ─ you're hitting my cervix, oh baby, just like that, yeah spank me harder, I'm close' 'yeah you're close' 'I'm such a slut for you, I'm cumming, oh baby, I'm a slut for you ─ thanks'; squelching wetness with vitative sucking from vagina, unnefartically air passing out of vagina; spanking inhibitanly earlier, mother's companion (the handyman) put gel on my penis to make it super sensitive; myself had romantic orgasms; with my yucky gobbledegook product with malodorous fish smell dribbling out and there, the author was not found goodness, you have committed an offense of speaking life is some form of punishment cinema: sugar coating, red outer, white center love begets love at quarter past five, we were meant to go for walk, knocked on door, she said tensely: 'mummy will be with you shortly'; heard her very wet very creamy genitalia, and little moans FOLLOW THE RULES ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── this letter is not of love but of thorns of dark, one does mouth to anus the other gives blowjob cinema today; this world, it is not enough; when it ended, saddness befilled my cousin juggernautically gives her genitalia to him: his darkest large superior genitalia spraying most fertile product my bully said: 'ha ha baby balls'; the jackal cinema: slabs of chocolate: chocolate, salted caramel chocolate; even the best of reality is not good enough steak with peppercorn sauce, chips, salad with cubes of cheeses, water 'hi, could we do anal' [the hag sighs] 'make it quick' 'it's so tight' 'go harder, hurry up' 'I'm close' [myself ejaculates into her faeces] 'thanks' rover: 'what on earth were you thinking' renault: 'wake up and smell the coffee' in convenience shop, whilst standing in line, mother in black opaque leggings did air passing out of anus it had this wet sound to it bratty teenagers: 'you're still in nappies' 'gosh that is small' 'err what is that' society is to blame kissing and licking of my face in office, when talking, wet patch started forming in the middle of her trousers since myself is not allowed female genitalia, she gave herself to my classmates [again]: dark takes light; air passing out of vagina; squirts licking the baby's urine stained vulva to nurse: 'it happened in the home; the police officer that arrested myself was very beautiful (with her curvy buttocks)' the aforementioned genitalia [are you trying to displease the critics] [again, because it's so important] cinema: sugar coating, red outer, white center oh! the twentieth century oh! blood and dust [are you trying to displease the critics] oh! chastity! oh! virginity! chocolate sticks! oh reality, to truly befall every day something new oh! oh! oh! oh! [whilst the critic appreciates your mental affliction, can you author some lines] oh! oh! oh! oh! [what is wrong with you] oh! this reality, like oh! [oh dear] 'like do you know how many books I've read, like it is not even funny any more' [the critic will criticise this for being arrogant, but in all seriousness, it amuses me not!] 'oh! stage directions; I've missed those, I guess they'll just have to make things up' [critic: are you not thinking about what the reader wants to read; myself: excuse me! goodness, like goodness] 'the first poetry is all rather nonsensical; then it becomes quite becoming, into its own if I may add; then it is oh dear, then with the twentieth century it is oh dear indeed, and now, well what are we to make of now' 'you know, you're quite the catch' 'twenty lines' 'gee, that's quite good' 'yeah, I suppose it is' critic: 'you have lost your mind' myself: 'okay' 'you can't say that on stage' 'oh! you repress me so' 'now look here, you have to slowly push the boundaries' [she sighs] oh! reality! to shopkeeper: 'one pound you say, goodness, is it horrid or something' shopkeeper: 'no, no, it is just popular' to shopkeeper: 'erotica, fifty pounds! well I never' shopkeeper: 'yes, but it is quite the luxury' to nurse: 'well, I'm not doing well at all' nurse: 'oh dear, how can I help' to shopkeeper: 'good sir, I'm looking for something like fifty volumes each thousand pages' shopkeeper: 'goodness, you speak too fondly of reality, it simply cannot be' 'I suppose my definition of fun is authoring a novel with a critic ─ it would be quite the thing' to shopkeeper: 'you know, I think I need this entire shop to please the critic' 'madam, it's quite unrealistic to try to author forty lines in a day' 'sir, it may please you to know that I am in fact a virgin; but you should know that it is rather difficult to keep myself at bay, as my thoughts are that of such a whore' you know, one of the most ridiculous things spoken to me was that there are other nurses; it lacks the notion of the individual; which is rather foolish 'when a man talks about such things and not things like poetry books, then they are after something quite unspeakable to a lady' 'goodness, sir, if I did that the critic would take forty percent away!' 'I suppose a blank page would be worse, but not that much worse' shopkeeper: 'what kind of offer is that' myself: 'well, that is what it is worth' 'to be in a canoe on a lake would be quite horrid; then again, going through books is quite horrid, yet it is the best we've got' 'well, I do hope that the critic is happy, the amount of money I've spent on books, it is quite ridiculous' 'if I were a novelist, it would be four volumes of at least thousand pages each' 'oh, oh, oh, oh, poor me, poor me indeed; indeed indeed; oh woe is me' 'does the critic bother you so much' 'yeah, more than poets for sure' 'madam, to try to make, "the finest works", is quite a task that is reserved for one's life' 'yes, that was quite generic, to say to a woman, that a woman must have virtue; the virtue of patience as an example' 'his manhood! gosh, I simply cannot comment on such, a lady cannot, all I would say is that he is polite outside but inside he is quite the tyrant' 'her womanhood: her anus was messy and sweaty, her rectum was tight, with her mouth she was a whore, her pussy was big yet tight, I fucked her good' 'old poetry talks about heather; modern poetry talks about pussy' 'the worst poetry books are little modern ones of hundred pages, rather than old ones of many volumes hundreds of pages each' 'goodness, sir, it takes more than wealth to please a lady; like one's wits about them: verse of ten is quite amiable' 'the child is either reading a book or looking for a book; quite well behaved with some good ideas' 'from experience, books are text and images, so if you separate the two: the best images are erotica, the best text is poetry, but we all know who is best for this, but there are only so many times one can read it before one goes mad' 'madam, that was quite insightful, a lady should say things as that but you are in danger of becoming too wise' 'and I was like, sixty pounds! goodness, ten pounds you must have meant; and illustrations, in a poetry book! what kind of world; it was all randomly placed, like goodness, please order the madness; madness is how quickly I read it' 'I keep authoring letters to get the pleasure of receiving a reply, yet the replies are never good, I suppose my expections are high' 'oh! men! their lust' 'women, always so guarded' 'oh, yes, a critic would say that, but I've found that is to be very twentieth century and for that rather quite invalid' 'well, I would be a critic, but I always get criticised for being to critical' 'a poetry book just about love is as ironic as a critic not criticising certain points' 'well, what do you expect: a book all about death' 'that would be quite interesting, though I would find that the critic would criticise that' 'to give an exmaple of what I am on about: erotica books tend to feature the same things: light breasts buttocks; where is the diversity, the humanity is surely lacking' 'well, one cannot make a living from reviewing books: getting books posted to them, reviewing them, posting them back; oh!, how I wish life was different' 'bankrupt! all my money on books!' 'would you sell yourself' 'goodness, I've never in my life' 'you would want to save yourself, so fifty pounds for mouth to anus then anal' 'goodness, you think me a common whore, two hundred and fifty pounds' 'that is quite extortionate' 'the price has been set, pay it or it will not happen' 'very well' 'I might have made a slight miscalculation with my finances' 'the critic will praise you for your masterful understatement' 'if only they combine the artfulness of erotica with the explicitness of pornography' 'madam, you don't half say things' 'yeah, like cream on dark penis' 'madam, if they hear you say such things' 'sir, instead of volumes, to please me, you need to fund poets, then fund critics, you know, like a room full of critics, I would like that' 'madam, you simply ask too much of me, I am but humble' 'oh, it is the price' 'if I may add, what is the price of your virginity' 'to set me up for life, house, horses, favour from the critics, you know' 'whilst I acknowledge your words, your intention cannot be verified' 'madam, you are a catch' 'goodness, did she really, that is quite different' 'well apparently she did yeah' 'absolutely not, goodness, it is unbecoming of a lady' 'I hope the critic is happy, I've read so many books that something has happened to me' 'my teacher is like: if you want to author, read; but there is a point where you've read so much that it becomes rather pointless as you kind of get the point' 'that, this, such harrowing abray' 'madam, are you alright' 'no, not really' my mind is destitute; my body is not what it should be before mentor, my mentor (the humanities teacher) asked to see me, silver haired, flower dress, nine months pregnant: mouth to her sweaty: shaved armpits, unwashed feet, slightly messy anus, she had just been for the morning run and then the toilet it was injection day; the nurse was playing an anthem of another place for break, had to give blowjob to my bully, small glans long thick penis normal scrotum, his white sticky product contrasts with mine, clear watery; then mouth to anus after he has done exercise; he covered my genitalia in faeces and did handjob with awfully painful orgasms for lunch: fish (with tartar sauce), chips, mushy peas, beans, salad with cubes of cheeses, water; my companion: black haired, heavy cosmetics, [foundation, lashes, lipstick], voluptuous figure: her breasts are naturally large and round with large areolas, her pubis is large and hairy it went down covering her vulva which was this overwhelming long line, her vagina is well known as she is known as the slag, and it is always very wet very creamy, her anus slightly messy and sweaty; she offered herself to the winning football team between schools, it just so happened that the other school won ─ so she spent lunchtime with the whole team of which they did it hard at home, homework, then for dinner: ham with pineapple slices, fried potato slices, salad with cubes of cheeses, water dark pulls down underwear of light; dark large genitalia then the woman reveals large breasts; dark female anus that is prevalent; splitscreen of darks going into lights [the tyrant] 'your pussy is mine' 'oh baby, I'm so wet for you, mummy's a slut, yeah do it like that, I'm close, [air passing out of vagina], I'm cumming ─ thanks' denouement: myself banned from sex; myself dreams about sex the times, the times went downstairs, saw my mother with product on her face, white sticky [this, for utopian purposes, is so important] dance by younger school: drama teacher put gel on disc penis to make it intensely stinging, and said: 'you're such a loser' for break, my bully used this special gel to give me handjob whilst saying things like: 'the art teacher's anus is messy and sweaty' for lunch, my bully said that myself could kiss the anus of his companion [young short thin large labia], but the price was, week in chastity and whipping scrotum [stick with leather padding], myself did this and it was amazing after school, homework, reading books that were very sexual whilst myself in chastity walk with mother on muddy track whilst she was wearing sheer leggings black thong [for utopian purposes, myself sequentially did mouth to anus to her] gallery with family: it explored the history of sexual matters restaurant with family: burger: bread, mayo, gherkins, salad, beef, cheese, bacon, jalapenos, battered onion ring, barbecue sauce [for utopian purposes, it was singularly just this, with all the utopian things such as: anal plug, mother's listful cleavage, and the like] at night, as per utopia, things happened more, more, more myself awoke up to my mother masturbating next to me as per utopia, things were done, from underwear to nakedness before assembly, myself got to do mouth to anus of my mentor [for utopian purposes, this is so important] assembly: drama teacher put gel on disc penis to make it intensely stinging whilst pornography was played for break, mouth to anus then anal of the teacher of art ─ because utopia lunch: licking product covered vulva of my companion after school, library, so many pages... at home, licking urine stained baby's vulva my mother, with her long flowing hair, lifted up her flower dress revealing her nakedness and let foreigners inside her genitalia nothingness: my mother had this wet dog smell bath, myself was masturbating, she used the toilet for explosive diarrhoea automobile to the coast: loud electronic music laced with moans was playing, [myself well rested and very high caffine]; pullups in waiting for fortnight, very sweaty restaurant: my bully authored on the toilet door my name and settlement with: 'baby balls disc penis' next to all the other authorings beach: mother in swimsuit; her curvy buttocks interlude: [city]: clothes shopping, myself saw my mother's nakedness: her large breasts that go down, her large and hairy pubis and tired vulva, her curvy buttocks denouement: the seer: 'the red and blue filters beckon to the thousands of things that prohibits yourself of none' they leave the stage; they leave the theatre the saccades the pilasters of such he whips her vulva the dark woman's bush the nachos of never: my mother's listful cleavage baby's nappy with warm dense urine and diarrhoea the baby's vulva: the deprivation of gonadotrophin the praline of such [my mother whispers to me]: 'my little whore, soon your vagina will be as loose as mine' tongue over dark woman's anus the dactylum of restaurants my mother's syllabletanic orgasms the stipulatory line in back of mother's underwear, and her crusty gusset 'you are beside yourself'; 'as per dystopia' the: 'I've had a day today' 'myself: a contradiction in terms' interlude: 'oh! oh! I've met betrayal oh! woe is me, woe is me indeed, indeed indeed, woe indeed' love: has anyone not realised that love is in actual fact quite toxic, like, to like the nurse is one thing, but to love her, well that would be quite beyond the realm of any such sensibility 'it is just me, or have I lost the plot' 'no, we are all like that, society is just so repressive nowadays' 'you know, sometimes I'm just like you know' 'utopia is theoretic: in a largely positive world, there is bound to be at least the slightest bit of negative' 'the critic would be like, sometimes there is only a word, and sometimes there's around forty, it is just not on' 'in a book, it said that art could be anything, so what are we to say, that book is incorrect, if so, then perhaps if you will, that many or most books are incorrect which would be quite the thing to say' 'no author has cared so much about what the critic thinks as this one' 'well, you know' 'madam, you musn't say such things, goodness, that was quite shocking to hear from such a lady as yourself' 'it may be quite displeasing for you, but I have given myself to boys in stables' 'you know, the critic will criticise' 'yes, I suppose they will, but I suppose my liberty is more important' 'liberty for a woman, gosh that would be a thing' taketh me not! goodness, think of the critic repetition is the path to ten percent; when you put something like: 'whore for others, virtue for you' it is the path to twenty five percent; you get fifty percent when you are good but ruin it like: 'taketh me! make me a common whore'; when you talk of frost in the morning it is good so you get seventy five percent; ninety percent: 'micropenis pinecones oh dear' because you push what it can do; it is unfortunate, but it is of the times that hundred percent is doubtfully achieved, as per the nature of things, there should be some negative that would slightly lower it 'oh! poor virgin me, to have such thoughts of such a whore' one critic once said of me: 'though not without merit, it is displeasing to find it so close to utopia but falls just short' and myself was like: 'goodness, sir, such affliction' it would not be madess to criticise myself for being generic: contrasting virgin and whore and such as the like flowers! the price is extortive, but myself will pay it nonetheless denouement: o thou art be rose does doth speaketh to thee hast and hast not do and not be it may quoth he, quoth she 'oh! faithless none of woman!' [saliva over glans]: mother's loose vagina the saithest of none 'it's a shame you're not allowed pussy' said he [whilst he was fucking her]: 'antigonadotrophin' said she land rover: 'to the forbidden areas; the fleece of none; the tarpit of such; in la la land' the orator: 'life is out of stock' black leather strap outfit we're in the thickets now; 'yeah you like that' 'it's all yours, yeah fuck me like that, I'm your plaything, I'm close, I'm cumming, oh baby ─ thanks' coal and wood; far from it the tapered penis my mother's companion's cyan genitalia; [the chef] the florescentsity of self: 'oh nurse, what misfortune befalls upon me, myself is grateful and displeased; the tyranny of it; oh, how morbid it be' the lover myriaded the complexions: how florid on occasion, the walk on the heather trail how opulent none be they speaketh of thorns my love for thee is stronger than an ox's heart myself likes the nurse more than cats like prawns books! myself must be bankrupt oh how modest this reality be the: yeah yeah yeah reality befalls upon none nice to meet you do you speaketh true, do you love me with all intent the virulency of fate o woe, the woe, such woe all there is, is ash the sausage coil in homestead [how rare this was] blood from eyes: if only they knew how much suffering there is for me very far astray critic: 'it is fun though using an exclamation mark' myself: 'yes, rather quite so' of course of course oh! this society! occhi di lupo to be lost to the world one would rather quite think that it would exceed expectation 'now there is no need to exclaim, this is the world' 'oh, but it's terribly dreary' nor wisteria nor roses nor lilacs nor heather nor tulips perhaps someday someone somehow would offer themselves the: 'not doing anything sexual to anyone anyway' sir, you must restrain yourself oh no, my sanity, oh dear what kind of fortune is this one ought to show correctness, not perhaps o love, why do you not befall upon me o woe is me, woe is me indeed oh fate, why, why be like this oh an hour, might as well be five minutes does she not quoth, speak and speak it true oh my youth, the dissonance o art thou rose red the: 'oh, what have I done' my mother's product stained underwear; doth not speaketh to me with such of illest of intents say that thou not nor sayest as sought oh to be poor the lover with love potion, what can go wrong the blanch: quoth he there are not enough hours in the day more fair than them o such folly is foolish oh to be rich, such irony be oh pardon me, in fact, reality be folly for the sake of change, let there be illustrations [of flowers and the like] nor is it just 'die, die, die'; 'excuse me sir, that is just not it' the: 'I know not thee, nor ever will' fairest and fairest; the: 'no, no, no, that's not a line' the: 'a rose is never as red as it is black' 'excuse me sir, but that was quite ridiculous' 'madam, your behaviour is quite unbecoming, do you not think about the critic' 'it is no fine irony that would befall upon any woman that the critic would criticise me for caring too much about what the critic thinks of me' well, that's just it isn't it; my marbles, they've gone the: 'am I not as dark as death' thou art not dead? 'how many times do I have to tell you, this is the best that reality will offer you' the harp plays; myself the creature to psychiatrist: 'this reality, it is economical with the truth; tomorrow will be like yesterday; the alpha in me would do it but the omega in me would give female genitalia up to men [darks] ─ the man in me cares about size of genitalia whereas the woman in me knows it does not matter; oh doctor, lilacs and roses' to psychologist: 'in the befallen week, myself has not been fine, what allures me is the tarpit, the iridescentness of such' [when the session ended myself felt terribly sad ─ myself wants more; but reality] doctor [from my past] [five hours there, five hours back, by monorail]: 'it doesn't take a doctor to know something is wrong' 'that was very middle class' child's nakedness: myself castrated [antigonadotrophin]; the forest of pinecones it is, in actual fact, quite the opposite, which is to say, rather dysphoric for the critic, myself tried to go beyond the beyond: unarranged overdraft; declined; literally, could not go any further to nurse: 'well, I'm the opposite of fine; it is, suffice to say, that I'm crushed slate; this reality really takes the biscuits: I want to lick nurse's discharge' the reason why doctors would be bad authors, is because they are like: 'do you still have your testes', and myself was like, could you have said: 'I'm going to remove your testes' as much as needed in the garden eating tacos with the family mouth to anus then anal of the teacher of art; this is fiction because reality my mother with anal plug working in tearoom somedays myself is as dark as ink, but somedays myself is hopeful bratty teenagers: 'you don't deserve pussy; you only get the arse; here kiss my arse with the leggings on' — 'a micropenis, what a loser' myself in chastity; dark takes light; [air passing out of vagina]; squirts [myself in waistcoat to brother on chesterfield whilst waiting for the pasty in restaurant]: 'the critic, you know, will criticise your work for being too classical' thy nakedness; doth speaketh with thyself with virtuous intent this reality is not anyone's drink 'keep calm and carry on' sanity: why be so elusive [the best parts are always at the end of the session] 'grief: my mother's companion died of a drug overdose, and I have a lot of things unresolved from it; I saw images of his genitalia on my mother's phone ─ it was amazing [cyan]' my mother's bedroom door was unlocked myself entered: '[my name] I'm busy, stay for a bit, how was your day, yeah, how do you feel having a micropenis, yeah the front is for men, you can do back things, oh [my name]' to nurse: 'I feel like the colour of coffee, dark; when I think about you it is lavender; you of course want truth, so here it is: the tulip has withered, so it is time, as per dystopia' FOLLOW THE RULES ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── my mother arrives home after run, muddy and sweaty, with her very unwashed and very used body; she offers herself to me, [we did it], as per utopia by me not licking nurse's discharge it makes it not utopia; but myself gets to meet with the nurse, so not all dystopia; so what are we to make of this world, being multicolour paint unmixed unless myself does mouth to anus then anal of the occupational therapist in the cinema toilets, then it would not be utopia; but myself goes to the cinema so it is not all dystopia the best homework was from the nurse; to make diary of feelings; it is surprising how much myself feels: from proudness of wanting to be transgender woman, to lack of connection to the nurse, mixture of good and bad more of the similar we are back at the wooden path; the sunlight is brightest, and yet, the nakedness to: administration@royalhistsoc.org ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── subject: feedback: the rhs book of: flower poetry & prose │ garden verse ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── make the books square; instead of rhs put royal horticultural society; it is very good that it is hardcover; the illustrations are good: calming [this is needed in an nhs mental health hospital]; the paper is of good quality; it is some of the best poetry that myself has read; price them at twenty pounds each due to the duality of text and illustrations ─ consider making four volumes, each two hundred and fifty pages each, so eighty pounds in total; with garden verse, it would benefit from a short introduction; the text and illustrations are not as good as flower poetry & prose be it the museum (or its garden), or the gallery, or the tearoom; there is no escaping the tarpit; be it the lemonade from the stand, or the buffet in the restaurant ─ there is no escaping it as per before: myself is lost to the world, dead in fact, it is what one gets to from being in the tarpit for too long to nurse: 'I turn away from womanhood as it is not strong enough, it has not made me a woman, so myself is this: 'soulless, creaturous, death entity', but at the same time myself is human, I feel lots of things, such as disstress' white fence, chestnut trees; nappy, muddy stream; myself arrested; to psychiatrist: 'the time has arrived, to prescribe' [end]