Our Stock In Trade Is Raw, Flailing

Love Is A Deception And A Trap. Love Is As Big A Myth That God Sits With His Flowing White Beard In A Throne And Looks At Us.

I Keep Attacking The Villains, The Know-nothings, The People Who Want To Take Our Freedoms Away.

I Am Not A Prisoner Of My Sexuality Like Men Younger Than Myself Although I Write About Being A Prisoner.

Since Fame Is An Illusion And Death Is In Our Future All We Have Is The Next Moment Before We Are Swallowed Into Oblivion.

So, If Anatomy Is Destiny Then Testosterone Is Doom.