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Pain (Free verse) by joydoll

I push it down, Try to bury it. I block it out, Try to forget it. I turn my head, Try to avoid it. I close my eyes, Try to ignore it. I run away, Try to escape it. I hurt myself, Try to outdo it.

god'swife 6-Jun-03/7:48 PM
No.

I said Cunt, not Vagina. Cunt. Say it. KHH-UNNNNTT. There, now don't you feel better?

Everybody loves the Cunt.
Everybody was made and brought here by the Cunt.
Worship the Cunt.
The glorious
Juicy
Glossy
Slippery
Pulsing
Organ of Creation.
The Cock also rocks.
Cocks & Cunts. Oh, the luxury.

As if I was arrogant enough or stupid enough to believe I might have an answer to your question. The key is individual, each woman carries her own lock. Like the door to a house. Only we aren't given the key to ourselves, we search for them. Cunts are one place for women to look for her key. Most women are orphans of the moon and her cycles. If a woman learned, through daily observation, the relationship her cunt has with the moon, things would be better for her. She would add a new chapter to the book of things she understands about herself, an important chapter, and one day she'll finish the book, the door to her house will open.

Don't mis-understand, I'm not saying that women, because they contain the Cunt are superior, nor am I excluding persons who identify with the Cunt but are born without one. I'm telling you there are so many reasons to love the Cunt! I do think it adds to the sense of solidarity human beings feel towards each other, yes, as I said it catapulted us all here. Everyone has a belly button, we are all tied to the same ancient even prehistoric Cunts. We are Cunt-cousins, you and I. We're family.




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