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Always my anima finds the male physical body of me isolated and alone, a fiery tiger wanting to be rode. So my anima arouses the snake between the legs whilst I remember the snake inside all of life which shines with imperceptible light. The sexual frustration is just a lie, an imaginary carrot dangled at a stick that refuses to penetrate with all the orgasm of a lubricated dildo. My anima yearns for the hardened cock of this physical form, to have unity of the psychological to the physics.
I stare upon the posters adorning my artistic space, women with nude asses, cracks barred; their forms begin to pop out of the frame, paper becomes flesh, a back door entreats a glory hole and a hunger to penetrate, frustration becomes relief. All of the women groupies of great rock n roll past, of the great powows of the natives past. They are here with me. Groupies for my introverted drug addled orgy.My anima, my physical maleness, and all the ancestors at a private rock concert to re-enact the glory and wonder of life so it be not taken for granted for just one moment....A rehearsal for the center stage that I await to find frame in only just that best way...Whoever controls my fame can control my life; my fame is mine to control...These are the ghosts of rock n roll past. This is the ghost of boulder and avalanche future. I am a pantry dropper and teenbopper fapper. A cougar luger to shoot a hiss of a roar of orgasm. My parties are mine to have in privacy. The ghost of Christmas pass can take a pass. I am fucking some smoking hot ass in a smoke box of imagination becoming reality. The ghosts of rock n roll pass can come out to pasture. Pop-up books of the spine of horny, dripping wet women slipping out of their birthday suit from an orgasm screaming between their enwrapping, swallowing loins eager for the full breadth of the 10 inches.
Always alone as a tiger to the woman of the anima to ride, riding in a spirit jamble and stride. The otherside of womanliness to this side of manliness, shaved hair down the drain and smooth effeminate legs to reign. I am complete unto myself, orgy and fornicate with myself, my anima pregnant with the next art child eager to loose into this mad, sick world.