Thinking about investing in forward motion and principles treated absolute.
"You left."
That whole scene. Uncomplicated internal states.
Let the entropy be outside the system.
Push forward. Move. Love. Hate. Fuck.
A wise man once said "The world is full of people fucking, fucked, or waiting for a fuck. The right fuck, the wrong fuck, whatever. It's all for fuck's sake."
Live by the word.
Die by the sword.
Nobody names their dog Chastity, so there ya go when ya wanna know about friendship and man.
The libido is low and on and the blood is up and the neck is getting warm, hands and head and hips fulla hunger and thirst and we hain't barely started.
Boyo, we're all about changing your POV, believe me. Time for numbers, six-packs, and community rules.
"A community that makes no demands of the individual, loses the individual."
We are living here in a linear social sense and we were born for the motor-cycle. Set to infinite loop, five-second scene, and all that's here is the sense of imposition. Fuck imposition. Fuck the foist and the theft and the rape. That ain't the thing of it. Think the sex of ourobouros. Think erotic eastern symbolism. Think connectivity, reciprocity, and the never-ending return.
Come on.
Let's fuck.
Gonna sex you up.

It ain't poetry, it's sleep toxins and straightforwardness.