HERETOFORE
What sort of word is that? Blemish?
Malfeasance? The blemish of a malfeasance?
Take me far away from this and let me now
consider Aphrodite. Born nude and naked together,
thrown up from the sea from Uranus' cut balls? Those
which had been severed by Cronos? Good God, man,
what sort of world is this? Aphrodite was born already
mature, and beautiful, and finished and desirable to. Hell,
everyone wanted a piece of that bitch - as today's telos
would have it. I desire nothing, yet nothing I understand :
of what form is all that, and with what does it mesh?
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Intriguing apparati, all these human things - the legs and
arms of movement and manipulation; the lineaments of
desire, those sexual parts, all kept closeted and in the dark.
Shine your light, man, shine your light! Consider Aphrodite;
she was quite alright - (and what sort of word is that?)...
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