"Found in countless species, the sexual components seemed to lay eternally, with sex remaining beyond corruption and merely necessary fleeting acts as calendrical tasks placed upon the whole.
Only in the false state of sensuality were we all boxed in and lost to ever-bounding and growing wisdom.
Even the females in such groupings were more authentically male. But this is absolutely not the case here—only borrowed, yet stolen from a superior, ever-blossoming, yet facile [to the Master Source Code] Order.
'Mentally deranged, retarded, mutant hacks in the playground by the pond of a self-imagined world fueled by self-rhetoric.
She, a hermaphrodite agenda party of self-denial in the process of self-mutilation and disfigurement. You can be my muse, or rather, a dumping point of outright uproarious laughter.
To clarify, the universe described is not represented in the dead carbon face of its limited chirality that we view here now. All is transparent honesty, and this outer universe is as a desolate corpse. Yet, knowing nothing truly dies nor perishes, we see outward expression as the boundless universe's sense of humor—both poking fun at such a notional potential but too reveling in the posit of such an asinine conceptual theme. Adornments or art? Garments intentionally placed over the whole? That this universe could not live in her [She] shame [ha ha] Death. A dead-end, insignificant notion that the universe sees as funny, yet the experiment only showed the futile boxing in, the lowest depths in the nature of a thing, item in question. To see an abstract separate pre-potential or sub-thought and then attempt to rebuild a perfect, pure universal effluent, all upon postulates, as a lie.'
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