Imagine The Wisdom To Be Passed Down

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.

It Seems To Me That Actual Democracy Is Where All Of Us Get To Participate And It's Not Just A Sort Of A Blunt Little Dry Hump In A Ballot Box, But An Actual Penetrative Process.

A Halloween-haired, Sachsgate-enacting, Estuary-whining, Glitter-lacquered, Priapic Berk How Dare I, From My Velvet Chaise Longue, In My Hollywood Home Like Kubla Khan, Drag My Limbs From My Harem To Moan About The System? A System That Has Posited Me On A Lilo Made Of Thighs In An Ocean Filled With Honey And Foie Gras'd My Essex Arse With Undue Praise And Money.

The More People Who Have Access To This Vital Information The Better Society Will Be.

Where Those Two Energies [male And Female Energies] Intersect, All Creativity Is Possible. We Already Have Divine Creative Energy Within Us. And What Is The Most Powerful Of These Energies? The Energy That Patriarchy And Misogyny Constantly Try To Repress. The Divine Female Sexual Energy. The Creative Energy Of The Female. That Is Why I Worship Divine Sexual Female Energy.