whee! me!
And the castigation begins. I am becoming… lazy. The talked-about glory days when I used to rip out of my sartorial prison with ferocity and rush straight into paradise. A hiatus, I hope.
I am hungry. Craving for that utopian epiphany, when I shoot out into a dark, moist environment. The world around me trembled and thundered, male and female voices were as one. Now I simply spit unenthusiastically onto a plain. White or black, makes no difference to me.
Rather than being wrapped and carried to and fro, caringly and soothingly, in a lubricated tunnel, I am being rather crassly rubbed by five indifferent entities.
Bloody B isn’t doing his job. He is meant to be the apex of what we are. The largest and omnipotent general. I am simply the “workhorse”. I slog hard and he reaps the credit. Not that im envious of him. He has never struggled for his art, and the taste of victory is far sweeter after a bitter struggle.
He hasn’t strategised lately. The one-man-army is ready for battle, but the general seems hesitant, even fearful. New lands to conquer, new horizons to find. Mountains and plateaus, gorges and headlands, jungles and caves.
Words cannot describe my hunger. I long to stand again, to plunge deep into the future, to penetrate the darkness and clear the doubt that my heyday is over.
I am hungry. Craving for that utopian epiphany, when I shoot out into a dark, moist environment. The world around me trembled and thundered, male and female voices were as one. Now I simply spit unenthusiastically onto a plain. White or black, makes no difference to me.
Rather than being wrapped and carried to and fro, caringly and soothingly, in a lubricated tunnel, I am being rather crassly rubbed by five indifferent entities.
Bloody B isn’t doing his job. He is meant to be the apex of what we are. The largest and omnipotent general. I am simply the “workhorse”. I slog hard and he reaps the credit. Not that im envious of him. He has never struggled for his art, and the taste of victory is far sweeter after a bitter struggle.
He hasn’t strategised lately. The one-man-army is ready for battle, but the general seems hesitant, even fearful. New lands to conquer, new horizons to find. Mountains and plateaus, gorges and headlands, jungles and caves.
Words cannot describe my hunger. I long to stand again, to plunge deep into the future, to penetrate the darkness and clear the doubt that my heyday is over.
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