ghourthsWolurd\ from Aeoutical Thenkismet by Roxy Radclyffe

steep drop, a heat shot, perpetual whelms i need stopped
^^ forgot to read this out on the previous spout, in the shuffle it's lost
thought i saw a hard day’s night, who larp with stage fright
fekin step in and exit cage left, inseparable hate rights
normies keep crying, bore me delight, i forage the night
this a mental exorcism period piece set well beyond limit three
hairily i say unto all occurrences begone hindrance please
i reach, i cling, at least i spit her name with no shame
she lives, she breathes, affirmation days with no clang
here for me you'll be, but tell ms. universe i can't make it
assuming things as-is continue purposeless pace shit
it's breakneck, hit stop, change your locks, combination-breaking gods
hope reveal yourself, overzealous, give thanks for not being jealous long
if a skeptic misread incorrectly-aimed crane game rejections
shot off proximity measures, only registered freaks get to meet this bod
from a first-person perspective i say this earnestly plain
i reserve the gift of pleasure reception solely for the most unholy gays
cuz the only thing regressive about me is my age
damn that's fucking hard, might need to reuse that bar for "GODLESS FREAK" in 2026
so for the time being let's agree to pretend you haven't yet heard it
back to scattered abstracts, heningaw saw nothing, what's that
gaslit a hitch with thirty-second systems, punished me, run back
scout a thousand-card heir to the throne of cronenberg's opus
a potus-uploaded post cares for those who already know this
and scotus upholds a goal ghost, didn't scope in, the soap bin was open
hack & hang a cambridge analyst and bring him to a jackoff competition with some non-existent tits
data so conveniently available, each nude made of whole grain soup
the most unstable app, self-proclaimed "everything", still contains a neat trove of my ass ready to be shown
to an audience of merely two trusted friends i left it, so i'm confident a leak wouldn't be their doing
rather i'm considering the possibility of a third-party site-wide breach, or something else unpredictably gone awry inside
whatever may leave this particular page suddenly unprivatized for any theoretical watchful eye
but this doesn't really fill me with dread, because for one thing even then i'd be a needle in a haystack
and secondly even if these things are spotted & spread far, all they've accomplished is letting yall know i'm incredibly hot
a soon-to-be needlessly divisive trait of mine is how i don't go a day without thoughts at least vaguely relating to sex
as repeatedly demonstrated by multiple contents of these texts
even freeform exercises inevitably return to pressed-together nether regions next
this uncut consciousness involves a lot of uncut cock talk
though ironically the appendage itself i do prefer cut above all
which is some real cognitive dissonance, since i also think medically unnecessary circumcision is immoral
(and no, religion is not a justification for infant genital mutilation!)
so since i was a victim of this, i suppose i'm just drawn to dicks that from my view seem "normal"
i'm unsure if i can unlearn this, especially since i have no vested interest in doing so
because both people i currently exchange such things with are physically in the same boat
the last time i received this imagery from someone left intact was at least a couple years ago
and while it didn't actively bother me, it was only visible once and not even up close
the functionality still baffles me, my education status on the matter is a complete joke
in some sense i envy those people for the extra feeling they get to access
so i try to convince myself the tradeoff isn't that bad again
which is easy enough, since i shudder at the concept of foreskin and having to manually pull it back
it just hits me in the squeamishness for some reason, not to mention the inconvenience i think it'd be when i imagine
but that leads me to the strangest part of all this
which is that as a kid, before i even knew about the different dicks out there, i had a particular habit
where i'd scrunch up my flaccid shaft and push it over the head, unknowingly imitating a form more natural
as if there was some subconscious knowledge that something is missing, and this is how it ought to be
if anyone's got an explanation for this, i'm genuinely curious to hear, feel free to leave it in a comment
if they drifted past all that, no problem, no wrong hearing, just raw feeling is an intended experience
passages dripped connect with wetter lackatin trapped in electrical metrics
embedded a beretta's embezzled betterment regimen, input every possible sequence except his rod needed
the bong con's incompetent honorific system envisioned a solipsistic congregation, oddly to mate with
a preacher's keepers insist on bleeding through mirror dimension definitions of "season"
"elevation" church, heard him say, with the collective creative force of a basic corporation
this isn't metaphorical, i'm dissing an entity by the name of steven furtick
just reminiscing on when i was forced every day to take his word in
a hip new drake-like face engages population all over again with god's same slop
for some a palatable repackaging, scour for reason to think it not lacking
towers of cowards encounter wellness bells embellishing hell's felt hour
mow down a massive cloak and retract his static oath
let a baptist back his way into a trap-laced pit with which he'll end stabbed close
scuttle pricked ruffle a bid in a pig shuttle
skip muffle, head straight to the dame and heinous will take place
overcrooning your stupid scoop in typical ways moody
lesson rudy, taint death and expect truth brutally

• Experimental
• furry
• new sincerity
• radsin
• transgender
• North Carolina