01-22-2014, 12:35 AM
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I had a dream about a religious man,
or rather a man who considered himself religious
(less than a cunt hair separates the two types I suppose),
and in the dream he was shielding himself
as he was pissing bright yellow piss into the bathtub
(Too religious to ask such a question as to where the bathroom might be
since that implies touching his cock and sending out a stream of yellow urine).
Anyway, I realized I knew the guy,
so I told him I knew where the bathroom was.
It was the kind that had a toilet and nothing else (no sink, shower…)
sitting at the end of a long hall without a door.
So I told him to use it and I would act to block
anyone who might pass by.
After a bit he whispered to me
that there was not any toilet paper
so I asked someone who was passing by to get me some.
There were plenty of people there
because the old woman who lived there was dying,
and the man I helped was there to pray “over her”.
Later, I couldn’t help thinking as he was mumbling his inanities
(because what else can you say to someone who is dying?)
that there had been no sink for him to wash his hands
and that must have left at least trace elements of piss and feces,
and especially as they held each other hands,
and at the end of the mumbling she kissed his.
Oh well I figure from the earth we come and to the earth we return,
she was just getting a head start,
and I guess the religious man thought the ritual was
too important to ruin it by telling her he had piss and shit on his hands…
I guess I’ll never know as he failed to acknowledged me
as he quickly left the house.
—Erthona
I had a dream about a religious man,
or rather a man who considered himself religious
(less than a cunt hair separates the two types I suppose),
and in the dream he was shielding himself
as he was pissing bright yellow piss into the bathtub
(Too religious to ask such a question as to where the bathroom might be
since that implies touching his cock and sending out a stream of yellow urine).
Anyway, I realized I knew the guy,
so I told him I knew where the bathroom was.
It was the kind that had a toilet and nothing else (no sink, shower…)
sitting at the end of a long hall without a door.
So I told him to use it and I would act to block
anyone who might pass by.
After a bit he whispered to me
that there was not any toilet paper
so I asked someone who was passing by to get me some.
There were plenty of people there
because the old woman who lived there was dying,
and the man I helped was there to pray “over her”.
Later, I couldn’t help thinking as he was mumbling his inanities
(because what else can you say to someone who is dying?)
that there had been no sink for him to wash his hands
and that must have left at least trace elements of piss and feces,
and especially as they held each other hands,
and at the end of the mumbling she kissed his.
Oh well I figure from the earth we come and to the earth we return,
she was just getting a head start,
and I guess the religious man thought the ritual was
too important to ruin it by telling her he had piss and shit on his hands…
I guess I’ll never know as he failed to acknowledged me
as he quickly left the house.
—Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
