in utero fascism

i simply hope that i can provide solace for those whose hands i've touched, palm to palm in a non-erotic kiss. the branches on this tree are bent and twisted but not yet broken but I've already cut some branches off. This blog has moved, facebook removed and msn I've begun to sign on less and less frequently. I don't know what I hope to achieve - to fade out into a washed out facade of some naive obscurity? I've been so used to these models of compliancy that could be so easily moulded like play-doh. It feels invigorating to be working with a pliable yet dynamically independent medium. But, like all things worth cultivating, this work requires the utmost patience. i think above all i just need to recede back into quiet self-evaluation. the illusion of invincibility has been frought with dire consequences. i hold no particular resentment save for ideological attitudes held by the greater majority in which I cannot change overnight. change is only sparked by the catharsis of self-realization - liberation.
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anyways, i think rocco siffredi (aka the king of butt sex) has tiny balls. furthermore, i can't stand the gap between his teeth - for some reason i bet he smells like sweaty fish and rancid cheese 24/7.