rI introduce: Mr. Avoid.
Centuries old, born blind, frisch
operated, always hard. Oneself
ausschliesslich der Nächste. Darin und
only true and intimate therein.
And yet Mr.. Stronic a special case under
the dead things. At least for me.
I am sorry, if I get explicit now:
But awakened under certain conditions
Mr. Stronic to life. I don't mean by that
biological. That he stands automatically.
Or maybe?
Because for God's sake I don't say that
could, that I don't care: a
friction, which radiates heat, captured
in a rhythmically fantastic way
Momentum. I am touched or disgusted. Me
deeply upsets.
Mr. Avoid, my heart is pounding!
Unfortunately, Mr. Stronic even then
yet, when he disgusts me. Then he is not
really a dead thing among the dead
Things, but maybe semi-alive.
Half-alive, Mr.. Stronic the dead
Things up, between me and that
flowing life!
I would not say, that we Mr. Avoid
nothing can give, at least not
potentially.
Under these very specific circumstances
kommen in Mr. Stronic after all
amazing things rolling. Mr. Stronic is
able to, jumping off a dead thing
into a secret, the hottest mystery!
Like a lightning rod, Mr. Avoid
between me and that, on which he dangles.
In whose hand it lies as touching
secret, as a mystery.
Until, semi-alive, lively!
I don't have to describe the picture:
Mr. Avoid, sich selbst in der Hand
growing, hart, archaic and warm.
Whatever.
I get pale first, then red.
My heart, Mr. Avoid! It's urgent!
Now is the moment, in which I mr.
Release Stronic from its brackets, the
Gently open your hand, she, clutching him.
I kiss the hand and lay down.
And put my hand on Mr..
Avoid!
After all, I want to mean mine too
Tel Mr. Have Stronics stamina!
But like one under the veil
infinite softness rises
Sea of tears high in me: it's strength and
Heat and weakness at the same time.
As if I had to dissolve after all.
I feel so attached, so enchanted,
indirectly through you, Mr. Strong!
Only the, the one behind Mr. Strong zum
Comes to light, the switch,
can still help me now!
I love you, My beloved!
That is the condition, under the mr. Avoid
for me rises from the dead.
This is where it differs from
semi-living, the lukewarm, the
automate.
Maybe I'll have to die, because it is this
There is no emotion in evolution.
Und darum ist Mr. Stronic also only one
Toy, fresh in operation, rechargeable, pathetic.
Ein totes Ding aus blau getöntem Plastik, that I myself to
Wine—-
Und ich es wütend durch den Raum schleudere.
Because the real Mr.. Stronic holt sich ja einen
down, in front of me on Tinder.
He is currently posing as an actor and comedian there
with spent, rough look:
Mr Stronic: Hello, how are you?
I: Böh. Hi.
Mr Stronic: Do you like porn?
I: Böh. What do you act right now?
Mr Stronic: I am watching porn right now!
I: Ah… key.
Mr Stronic: Do you like porn?
I: When I transform into a man, from time to time.
Then titts can make me very horny.
Mr Stronic: So good!
I: But they have to be very, very big!
Not from this world!
Mr. Avoid: I am CUMING in one second!
I: Okidoki. —
As I said. That is the condition, under the mr. Strong
for me rises from the dead.
This is where it differs from
semi-living, the lukewarm, the——
End of the eruptions.
(10.2.2021)