Should I use a sweeter term, making love or at least having sex? Bullshit. Your lies deceive you same as they deceived me. Fuck is a healthy word, it has some fire in it. God, in a world with so little fire anywhere, so little spark left, you might as well be honest with an act so honest. The rest is lies. Approximations. They've put us all though a nice logarithm, don't you see? They've taken all the differences, all the glorious incongruities and sharp edges, all the bumps and dangling errors, and plugged us through neat equations, smoothed us and plotted us, made a neat line of us, shown us to be manifestly less than the sum of our parts, reduced our meaning to nothing, ah, but the correlation coefficient is nice and high. The answer isn't right but it's PAT. It's SIMPLE. Simple in the worst possible way, it's so skewed that it isn't even wrong.
But they can't correlate away that one difference. Much as they'd like to cut off the cock and cement it firmly into the cunt, make us all eunuchs, they haven't managed. The war between the sexes is just this: a thousand illusions to still the amazingly destructive (to them) potential of that simple fit. Christ, if they figure out that it's as simple as that, that a cock fits snuggly into a cunt, who the hell knows what they'll think next. That maybe the differences are what makes things fit. Yeah, that our sharp edges and voids were meant to jigsaw. I don't know. I'm just babbling. Right? Babble. Babble. Babble. We certainly fucked up. All our voids and protuberances, and the best solution we can come up with is to shove jade balls up our asses and cut each other into tiny pieces.
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