gender

To be honest and why not, the gender qustion neither interests not intrigues me anymore. I’d sooner shoot them all and let God (Horus) sort them out. That’s the only way to get at the real essences. You’ve got to dig deep into the true natures and that can only be done when dust returns to dust, spirit to spirit. I’m on fire.

I don’t really care what the Yankee does because he cannot beat me except in a duel and the one trump card I still have is that I’m already dead.

So puff on that.

I’ve seen the most splendiforous things and yet I’m always on the edge of dying — orgasmic overload.

You mean you want to hammer people into a gender, I want to see you do it.

I’d like that a lot because I’m on the verge of tipping over and I’d like some rauckous comedy, so let’s made it intense.

I want to see the Yankee belting the shit out of Itself. One “gender” against another: a home divided.

I am repelled by my other half. It takes me to the edge of crisis.

And I’m already dead.