Goody Goody Gumdrops

New Romeo Agent (GGG)

O holy father, you! so seemingly benign, send me to a special school to be Reborn and righteously abused inside a cosy tomb. Alas, rationally repressed in the bowels of my burka, i'll be hiding a hamburger, and my mind will secretly secrete  a sexy smile, as I take a pervey look at the last luxury of youth, it's nothing more than a car crash an ironic cartoon.

I'd rather not. So please stop. i'd really really like to get off. 
Filling holes, with more holes,  only to be -  completely holy whole. 

O doctor doctor who, who on earth are you? I was sure you were the cure, and I've been cured so many times i'm quite confused as to who is who, whilst being skullfucked by this shipwreck of fools, of cosmetic psychiatry, in the Vatican of vacuums.

I'd rather not. So please stop. i'd really really like to get off. 
Filling holes, with more holes. only to be, somewhat completely holy whole.

I'D RATHER NOT

O Miss, menstruating Mankind, you amoral motherless child,  a mindfully  mindless mass of land mines.  I want you to be all mine! With my kamikaze sperm but I'm a pregnant abortion. Vampirically invisible in the mirror,  the cannibal inside my testicles and my soulless rubber phantom soul. you are the cure, the cancer, and i'm terrified you'll answer your cellular phone 

O it’s all a bit too borderline, this life is such a charming crime that really should be committed, but In it’s prison I’m inescapably smitten. 

My disembodied lost body, following you like a blind dog, my solipsistic seeing cross eyes of sophistry in it's four wheel drive, an advertisement for a very very sexy way to die (but just a little) in a Big bang of cage fighting autoerotic riddles. 

O it’s all a bit too borderline. this life is such a charming crime, that really should be committed, but in it’s prison, I’m inescapably smitten.


*(selectively/ black and white) 'the garden of earthly delights' –– Harmonus Bosch

A BIT TOO BORDERLINE

'O'* that vagina dentata, it fathered me, this motherly miasmatic mist, it attempts to breast feed. Feathered and tarred, bound and gagged, a deep throat behind the velvet ironed curtain of OCD. In it's Valium vacuum, i'm clean, i’m O so clean, and yet i feel so filthy.  

And it's just bubbles in the bath, yet it feels quite rough, just like Christmas incest. O it's all a bit too much, too tender, too dirty to touch. Don't you dare attempt anything without the rubber gloves. 

Unalloyed shiny shit, leaking from your dental dam, the inverted oedipal lady Macbeth with scarlet fever lips, a nice pursed arsehole, a farcical face made of marble...I've been cleaned and now I feel so fifthly. It's so pathetic i cannot be unforgiving.. Incubated in brine, in a bunker, in a can, waiting to be shat out from this demigod plan. 

And it's just bubbles in the bath, yet it feels quite rough, just like Christmas incest. Inside the sieve of the really really hot, nitty gritty infanticide love.
O its all a bit too much, too tender, too dirty to touch. Don't you dare attempt anything without the rubber gloves.

just wishing you a very merry Christmas 

*'Censorship award /Dick pic ' by Graham Mathews. RIP 2015

*'Don't attempt anything without the rubber gloves' - Withnail and I

*'Story of O (Histoire d’O)' — Anne Desclos

p.s Alas, clearly written under the influence of a self prescribed Freudian prescription - ie having a very privileged male Peruvian period, or rather, just been yet another bubble in a bath

CHRISTMAS INCEST

Plug all your holes. debase your base bitch, swallow your phallic pride. Be polite. wash those hands,  look in the mirror, and see your disembodied dysmorphia. someone better. someone else / altogether. The outer you, the best of you, so good looking, a basic bitch*, a talking dick. Laugh and smile but try not to be too specific. 

And castrate your dangerously erect devilish devil horns, and tuck in your little piggy tail and spite it's fiendish prolapsed nose. 
O honey honey put on your human suit and do the shimmy shimmy shake to the shoop a doop doop. The doo wop bubble gum poop in this operatic primordial soapy soup. 

Plug all your holes, be as black as pitch and take a long walk on a short pier. Look in the mirror, unsee your disembodied dysmorphia. The outer you, the better you.

O honey honey honey, put on your human suit. Plug all your holes and castrate your devil horns. Jump in the operatic primordial soapy soup, O honey put on your human suit.

*..'basic bitch' - Kate Moss (rationally responding to unethical customer service on an airplane)

PUT ON YOUR HUMAN SUIT

The last redeeming grace of our rapey race, such disposable dirty snow flakes, that melt on our terrorised tongue, it's all gone numb, we need another drug to drug this drug, so we we can rub a dub dub all that human waste, that diamond caviar on our mirrored face. 

And i'm all alone, a sickly vampire, suckling on tampons from the trash of this rapey rhino rhizome*

Oh boo hoo honey boo, i need to move on, move on up, to the next plateau, of the next episode, where i'm the star of my own schizophrenic reality tv show

Oh no no no, NO NO NO -  everybody's turned into rich and rapey rhinos,  ramming like a porno, and i’m all alone, a sickly vampire sucking on tampons from the trash of this rapey rhino rhizome.

or rather just, rationally justified, right here, how now, to survive, once again. naked and afraid,, the next wave, of the next 120 days of Sodomy*  just like a terrorised TV, a melting snowflake, with a lasting temptation to embrace, the last redeeming grace of our human waste, to rub a dub dub that diamond caviar on our mirrored face.

*’Rhinoceros’  — Eugène Ionesco

*’Rhizome’   — A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia — Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari (pretentiously misappropriated)

* The 120 Days of Sodom—Marquis de Sade

*pic: very respectfully, clearly from Murdoch  ie  'the daily mail etc '  - English edition (edit 2023)

RAPEY RHINO RHIZOME

Oh baby i love it when you play, when you like to play, those little power games, all saccharine, as you shit on my face, and rub it in all affectionately like a deep facial cleanse. And your smiley sperm, it tries to propagate, an incubus inside my brain, giving birth to grand delusions of your super race. So there’s no solution, but your final solution, it's the only way to play, to play these funny games.

O baby i love it when you play, when you play those little power games, with your bonsaied  brain. Even dwarves  started small. so its so great to behold, this terrorised terrorist grow so tall, A black magic bean stalk?    

And I put a flower in the prolapsed bowels of the barrel of your fiery arms of absolute power but you're fisting me too hard. It's chocolate coated and it should be sweet, but its so sour and your synapse snaps as the fireworks fizzle out. 

 …you get a bit carried away and crash through the cardboard ceiling of the kingdom of your little play. Your tiny prick, your neurone ceases to fire, and you start to cry as the firework display fizzles out like sparklers in the red right hand of a child. 

O baby i love it when you play, when you play those little power games, with your bonsai brain. Hey hey hey! Even dwarves started small, so its so great, to behold this terrorised terrorist  become so tall; a black magic bean stalk. 

Even dwarfs started small’ - Werner Herzog

'Bonsai Brain' - Anne Robyn 

'Funny Games' - Michael Haneke (unfortunately, he now has a demonstrable  Bonsai Brain)

pic:  Tim Henderson, a 'flusher' or trunk sewer technician holds a 'fatberg' as he works in the intersection of the Regent Street and Victoria sewer in London on December 2014 ADRIAN DENNIS/ Getty

BONSAI  BRAIN

and my brain is just full of rot. and I'm lost, and I've lost so much - important data. and i cannot hold on to much, much more of these grey matters… and i think i've shrunk 

O please, just leave me in peace, with this complex pleasure cream. to please (cream) myself via the proxy of this beastly bureaucracy, like everybody else, with their floaties on, splashing in the stream -  at the top of this complex pleasure cream 

Yodel-Lay, Yodel-Lay, hee hee,  let’s just lay, some more scrambled creamy eggs, to unscramble  in our crack pipe. It’s highly occupied, somewhere on or over that rainbow spectrum -  our realities - a  cooking show, jumping backwards, in this stream, like unwittingly suicidal salmon, trying to reach the top of this rotten cream 

O please, just leave me in peace, with this complex pleasure cream. to please /cream  myself via the proxy of this beastly bureaucracy, like everybody else, with their floaties on, splashing in the stream at the top of this complex pleasure cream


* 'a complex pleasure' –– J.G Ballard

COMPLEX PLEASURE CREAM

I am wide open for compromise, for a big fat slice of something sexy, something nice, I am just like all the other ordinary people, of ordinary evil, and it's our legal right to cannibalise. I'm a parasite , and I will prostitute myself, my child, the world, for the right price.  
 
I will do as desire dictates, I don't know how change, and I will sell myself for the right price.  I will sell myself and everybody else for the right price, I will sell whatever you are willing to buy. 

I suppose i could selfishly sacrifice a single greedy beady  bleached brown eye - for the greater good of mankind. But instead I will fellate the fascist fashions, lubricate my morals, fornicate with the masses.  Lather on the cream of cultures vulgarities, to pop my principles like pimples, and join the orgy, the army of ordinary people. The order of ordinary evil. 

I am a parasite, and I will prostitute myself,  my child, the world, for the right price.

Ordinary Evil / the order of ordinary evil - 2010)

They're waiting for god.  O ? for the money shot and we like to watch, as they blow themselves up, on this game show 

O it's a wonderful world, a holy place, for the parasites to go and pray.
 
And we like to watch, as they wait for for god, O! as they starve, in the belly of a wail, we masturbate, as our chocolate coated monkeys self-immolate, on this game show, in this cannibalistic casino. 

Maybe we should be more humane, and euthanise the lame with humanitarian AIDS. But we need the poor /this poverty porn, to clean our toilets and fight our wars, to maintain this wonderful world, a special safe place, for the parasites to go and pray. 

O it's a wonderful world, a holy place, for the parasites to go and prey.

*(Clearly?)  ‘waiting for Godot’ -  Beckett

*"O"  - 'story of O' - Anne Desclos

O WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD / A Cannibalistic Casino Telly Show (2012)

Unfair play OH&S RISK  Warning : Unmastered  ie: NOT fit for human consumption = DO NOT USE HEADPHONES (volume levels are unpredictable!)  
Poverty porn demos for re-educational purposes only

PUT ON YOUR HUMAN SUIT

THE CESSPOOL PARTY

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