Pink things

[stilltrucking]

smooth round, black and shiny as anthracite hard as admantite with obsiddian curves dense as uranium

i am isolated from desolation
I venture not there
least I become drawn into its irristible gravity

what can a man know of it
except be grateful for his simplicity

there must be some secret only women know
that makes it all worth while to you

I honor it

[stilltrucking]

might be something there
if I twiddle with it enough

thinks I used to think
evolution is progress
and
the universe is symetrical


And women are men with tits

now I think men as women with out wombs.

I suppose I have developed penis envy in my golden years.

another day
another syndrome
another sympton
in a disease called man