Friday, January 24, 2014

4971. THIS IS GOING REALLY SLOW AND YOU'RE NOT SO FAST YOURSELF

THIS IS GOING REALLY
 SLOW AND YOU'RE NOT
SO FAST YOURSELF
The beauty of the cross-dresser hinges on the art :
irony, certainly, has no place, and lipstick on an
ass would do no good. It cannot be hidden, has
all to be out in the open for it to make any sense.
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The preacher knows this, on Sunday; standing high
up, going on like a late-night commercial for standards
of value and worth  -  'if you act now ! Stop! you get two!'
The soul flies to Heaven, no matter of you  -  evil twin
or cross-dressing flamer, monstrous hawk or man on
fire. Jesus loves the little children and hark the herald
angels sing. My loss will be your gain.
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I understand the way the world works  -  it trades in
images and represented things. Nothing is as real
as it seems, and that beautiful woman, there, was
once someone's sister  -  that man over there was
an Esau twin. That's just the way things work. A
transitional elegance, a miraculous conversion,
the changings of hearts into doves, the
changings of hearts into doves.

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