The keyboard and words that it played appeared like a song upon the screen. A song like a story, a song like a walk through the hills, over mountains, and into the stars that form the distant tapestry of the mind. The notes, like letters of a language born long ago. What are these fingers that dance here, like eight candles in the gust made by an opening door. The keyboard and words that it played appeared like a song upon the screen.
What story about Paradise does not include erotic aspects?
Oh.
Oh...really, how awful.
So let us reintroduce a sense of sexual ascendance as a part of the human's journey; and let us not forget that it requires ethical structure. By nature, we are all whores, and within this contradiction we find morality and an acknowledgement of the individual's predestined identity and symbiosis with the body it resides within. No?
Oh, you don't like the word whore?
Oh, sex causes issues when discussed openly, as it has a horrific amount of currently introduced socially conflicted code. And you know what conflicted code does?
Um...yeah. I mean just to scratch the surface, I yesterday found a page entitled Every time you masturbate... God kills a kitten, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Every_time_you_masturbate..._God_kills_a_kitten. I still wonder at the nature of our currently understood universe and narrative we choose to play out within it. A solution like Killing Kittens, https://www.killingkittens.com, though drastic, actually has merit. By all means, let us throw proper parties, festivals, and orgies for the mortals and the angels rather than these special clubs. Let us even use the stars to mark the occasions. Oh how the general mass of our human population is excluded. Let us all learn that sex creates energy of a different kind of procreation, and go forth thus! Interestingly enough, I read somewhere that Horus was once a god long ago. Wrong note to play? Oh yeah, right, this was about music and the lost paradise...or was it about music and finding paradise? Paradise Lost, or was it two trailer park girls go around the outside Without Me causing infidel frigidity, and suicide bombing internal sexual scripts. We are all whores seeking the orgy of energies that is the accumulated state of being here.
And no festival is ever complete without the music. No temple ever quiet for the beating of drums, and what party stops before 3am? You dance for the narcissist within, your exhibition and show of the chains that the fetish of teasing throws around those that make contact with your eye. Perhaps all are worthy of the gift of realized self and the pleasures within? Um, like yeah. So let us move forward, and sow seeds of different sorts. Let us sow, so that no seed be realized within, without thought and hence not cum inside unless certain items align. When they align, then let her be filled thus. In this moment the divine too is there, and the mass of angels. It is holy to be dirty and then clean, and then dirty again. If not speaking dirty would not arouse, if not words would not illicit unrequested desires within...what body is it that you inhabit? What of the house that you occupy and fill with various trappings, and then entertain. Opening the door, what phallic thought is there but the first thought and energy of the atomic mushroom of creation between two pillars? What is a door but a vessel removed from between two frames? Cum let us consider where the door goes, and what cums through.
Seriously, have you not wondered at the unique abilities and experiences the biological body can provide the individual and others? Can one be too clean of mind and thus forget the very ground beneath one's feet?
Yes.
Yes they can.
They can, even in their desire for cleanliness, be killing functions of their biological bodies that allow for a better experience. What is your smell, your pheromone, and what beast are you that you hide, alter, or are ashamed of this? Are you the beast? Or is that clean white wolf only one aspect of your self, and you like to get dirty. You desire inside to be more realized and fulfill these feelings. The body desires, rather than continue to be suppressed and conflicted. Perhaps you are submissive? Or like the thought of being a play toy for others? Perhaps you are, by your nature, dominant... but always dominant in that those subjected to your power and energy are placed first in their desires and journeys. This power structure exists regardless and is the underling reason for many of todays conflicts both internally and externally. Free the freak within. Be a slut but not a tease unless you tease with intention to fulfill or be filled. Be a whore that the energies of consumption can be cast off, and the true desires of the flesh be met. Now, and in time, all will be well.
Come let us shower!