NormA cold gull's eye in a cage
What is it that makes music and literature one of the highest callings that a lowly human can hear? Don't ask me, I'm only one of the lowly skin smothered smoothies that are only capable of stringing a few meaningful characters together into a meaningless surface. And of course my musical accompaniments are of the resoundingly hollow variety. I know everything there is to about vibrations that have been composed into some sort of concrete arrangement. One thing that I do know because the voices tell me is that if you listen very carefully, still your chattering mind, you'll probably go on a bender and stretch the elements. They told me, because I heard them, that the Bird and the Cage have two sets of testicles between them, that when weighed come out at equal measure. The scales of justice are imbalanced and they're in favour of the dicks. It's all just nuts! Despite the world's attempts to leave me without mine, my balls have flourished into a sack that looks like a cane-toad eating tic-tacs. Toe the line and I'll suit you to a piece of rope...so don't. Be your own type. Then you might know the value of your own dangling, if you are that way inclined. Our inclinations are not our own but if you are going to be totally up yourself, don't try to converse with me through the eye of your genitals, please. I simply won't have a bar of it. I'll wrap this little number up with an absolute irrefutable truth. John Cage and Samuel Beckett: equal.
Rugby World Cup 2007
....so gental then...softly, softly...
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dew and genital, it's all very cold...and small...
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