Irrelephant
On its way
We just do
Without women we drink too much
Fart too much
And pile up detritus to nest in
We grow beards and eyebrows in such equal measure they can intertwine and make our faces maps of neglected gardens
Men need women
If you lie, if you are sly
If you got what you wanted through machinations
If you think the process of getting what you want
Is made out of deceit and endless fucking lying
Then you, you
You are a fucking evil cunt
Angry face
Spaceman
There are some constants in the vicious cycles of your life,
That are constant, that are sanctified by even atheist endeavour
And these are these things
Hold your boy in your hand when he’s born
Each one, each little contraption of biology
Each tiny fucking excellence you had it in your bollocks to produce
And then they grow up too quickly in stop motion photographs you remember to snap
And then you realise that’s what you’re for. That’s you’re entire thing
Make your sons smile
(Also works for girls, but I don’t have any, so can’t comment)
Home
Joy
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