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deviant conveniences (Free verse) by J.B. Manning

We had unprotected sex Knowing you’re infected Your cum-fungus blistered my flesh On contact Memories of you resonate in my mind Like water on windows Certainty fades like Daylight and looking back is easy…fore-site blinding Love is addictive and I’m broken I want to Tie your pubic hair in knots and hang you on your contemplation Every time You say goodbye.

zodiac 3-May-04/7:28 AM
What preposterous nonsense. All inanimate objects have haloes of smell, heat, and bacteria; if the device only measured these, it still wouldn't have returned a zero reading on the objects. If Negro farts are composed of something more than heat, bacteria, and smell, what is it? Soul, perhaps?

What's more, Dr Carawax has in several other instances been publicly outed as a giant fraud and a gay, his only invention of any merit being the now sorely deficient MEDIOCRITY CHECKLISTE. The idea of a man like Carawax measuring soul is absurd.

What's even more, the term "soul" didn't even exist until it was invented by Negroes in the 1960s, before which time everyone thought their physical bodies really were exhumed by Jesu on Judgment Day. This, of course, led to all kinds of supremely misguided attempts to preserve bodies after death, such as wrapping them in tinfoil and baking at a low temperature for an incredibly long time, which only had the effect of turning Walt Disney into a kind of flavorless jerky now marketed in EuroDisney as "American Space Meat."

In short, you fail.




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