Utah_Jack Posted April 21, 2005 Share Posted April 21, 2005 A one-armed man stands accross the street, smoking a cigarette and looking at me. I look at him. "How many women have scorned him for his nub?" I ask myself. Nubless, I too have been scorned. Many men out there are simmering in their desire to dump cum in the velvety grip of an intimate embrace. We are born, we wander about awhile, and we die. Everything is a show. Everything signifies. We love, spurn, ignore, move on. This is our condition. Habeum papem! But what does it matter? Blood spilled two thousand years ago has since been washed away by as many summers' rains. How many millennia will pass before we see a generation that will twist swaddling clothes into nooses when it sees the horror confronting it? When we come into the world, the first sound we make is a scream. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForAnother Posted April 21, 2005 Share Posted April 21, 2005 I liked it very very much. Very interesting. I believe the same way. Life ain't what it should be. ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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