9/28/23

He fucks her pussy with his cock. She fucks his pussy with her cock. The fish swimming in her wet know that the destruction to their native biomes, should it persist as such, is a continuance which is untenable. Their fleshy homes go gray and fade to dust in the waters, now entirely unsupportive of life. This was foretold by the angler oracle with her lamp forging ever into the future through the darkest depths of this feminine pussy. These cocks, the status quo phallus : missiles collapsing homes and firearms ramming down the voices of the oppressed and the whole pussy dries up and the cocks fight a war for water until there is none because the cock would rather be unfulfilled: le petit objet a. //// His pussy and her cock : an unlikely pairing – a new ground. Fish that can walk and talk and wag their tails and sit and roll over and ask you to sit and roll over and then have you piss outside. In every novelty like this there is intention and intention and novelty is creation. Disrupted: a space for cocks and pussies to do something different. These fish know there’s more than one way to skin a cat.