The Monologue for the Understanding of Me




       The Monologue for the  
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The Monologue for the Understanding of Me

I am not to be looked at from a distance, nor through a lens.

I am not to be looked at from a distance, nor through a lens. For it will make me out unjustly.

Leave thy mere observations and assumptions to that of lesser eroticism

Leave thy mere observations and assumptions to that of lesser eroticism for I will not be explained in scientific terms,

Leave thy mere observations and assumptions to that of lesser eroticism for I will not be explained in scientific terms, but more so to be experienced,

Leave thy mere observations and assumptions to that of lesser eroticism for I will not be explained in scientific terms, but more so to be experienced, First hand

Through that lasciviously obscene veil of life,

Through that lasciviously obscene veil of life, Stained red and blue with countless passionate heartaches, anguish,

Through that lasciviously obscene veil of life, Stained red and blue with countless passionate heartaches, anguish, And white tittering orgasms.

With the sweet smell of despair, and illogical attraction,

With the sweet smell of despair, and illogical attraction, tickling our confused senses,

With the sweet smell of despair, and illogical attraction, tickling our confused senses, and banging the insides of our brains,

With the sweet smell of despair, and illogical attraction, tickling our confused senses, and banging the insides of our brains, Making us question the very bone hard facts of life.

The dense air, and our wet ears,

The dense air, and our wet ears, Filled with the excitement of the death rustle of

The dense air, and our wet ears, Filled with the excitement of the death rustle of The melancholic ejaculation.

The dense air, and our wet ears, Filled with the excitement of the death rustle of The melancholic ejaculation. If this in any way

does not become thee,

does not become thee, I am afraid logic and reason will not save thy famished understanding.

does not become thee, I am afraid logic and reason will not save thy famished understanding. For I am exclusively for the mad ones.

And hence

And hence cast and crew only, my poor friend.

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