The word penis is probably the most misattributed word in
English, I think. Because almost nobody has a real one.
The standards are made in Japanese or German factories.
Womb/vagina sets are unusual too if genuine.
Standards are from China; they are recycled sheepskin wallets.
I was shocked too when I heard this.
I do not have an actual either but they called
me a genius when I figured it out about the fetal
lamb/sheep skin. What else to do with all the wallets
now that there’ s no money? Only barter.
I do not know what the inside of this thing looks like
but I think it looks like a brain made of mozzarella cheese.
Standard penises are made of a certain kind of plant.
An ocean weed and how it’ s fitted is by body weight
at birth which is why you shouldn’ t smoke
if you are pregnant, you will be blamed
even though it’ s complicated to know exact reasons
as we all in the new world know better each day.
They’ ve made new lingo to go with the genuine penis.
They say unicorn, I say wasabi.
Apparently, almost everyone gets green horseradish with sushi.
Wasabi takes several million years to grow,
its taste is delicate. When I mentioned Japan
earlier, I meant the motor city.
When I say Wasabi near Japan; it’ s island
of slow unit dance or Remarkable Mask.
When I say new world, it’ s where the newly suited go.
T-cell robots, we of lambs and plants and jellyfish that are
in our eyes which are colored by their place in the ocean.
Really, if you broke us down, you’ d have quite a collection:
resins from pine, precious stones,
silver dust, and sea grass filaments,
stalks, pig livers, skin, a milk protein.
This is the equipment for the dominant standard penis holders
of the unreal, and I would love to be one with a genuine
but I have not the stomach to pull off the cunning necessary
for the genuine purse/penis license.
You barter for it; you lie.
Don’ t get me wrong, it must be nice
to have options. But to get them dishonestly?
It’ s bothering. I know, I know!
I have got to say goodbye to the babyhood phase.
Learn to thrive! Nobody has a father or a mother.
I know this means to thrive!
To be one’ s own lover.
My sheepskin wallet is...
What could a person say? Stuck in the past,
tripped up by the concept of wallet?
It’ s not like anything gets taken out
unless it’ s rotten which it probably isn’ t
because I feel okay and you look alright.
It’ s that it wants to be ultimate although
a new and genuine vagina/womb set from a biped
has not been recorded in over 180 years
which means billions of here/now moments.
Which means forgotten a trillion times
and remembered exactly one plus that.
There’ s not as much empty space as we thought
in the old blueprints that made donuts
in space — the halo, the Homeric lure.
The one electron penis and the drone.
I’ ve been sick and found all this out because I couldn’ t
get out of bed and there was a diamond near my head.
I was reading about moray eels,
their hydraulics. How they practically
fly-fish with agility.
It’ s the forward going.
I’ d like to go boldly.
I’ ve kept a card of energy.
Wilderness saved from childhood.
Of this secret, one must be silent
so the sun can trust us.
Kids need each other.
Better they never get
Contra this, I do want to fly fish.
To cast off and plant it then go with
the nylon line. Where to take off
the old wallet and give it back
to a lamb. I’ ll be the promo homo
making arrangements to go to the show
where we trade our new pieces congenially
and find others, depleted by scavengers,
and get them up-and-running to better suns,
not the promised land, exactly
the opposite. Exactly the opposite
of anything promised.