Howabout the burning to death of perhaps millions of women

…or the gattlin’gunning or clubbing to death with wooden sledgehammers

…of a whole village of women (and children) …or..?

………………..

Somehow I have a feeling fear of the vagina and its beautifying brainstem has been among the heaviest tenets for far too long a time, Micky McFisty. I say let’s break down, break through, and go let the sunshine in: …genuinely genuflect before the goddess & deep kiss her luv buzzer …until the room glows …and glows some more …and afterglows….

Then make her breakfast,

& lets get on with the New Saturnian Age. Locate the cosmic centrifuge and build a

Medicine wheel & stretch some roadkill over a drum & smudge 5 players & some singers

Work our hands to the bone hunting, farming, gathering, fishing, and building bungalows

While we caretaker the land & give `self` to mother earth every four years ceremonially

While the kids play and throw knives into sugar maple targets and the wives and girly-

Girls fashion neckwear out of hairpipe and cook veggie boil & read stories to the rugrats

And manage our dark sides .. and stay so freakin’ beautiful it breaks your heart in two

And glues it all back together again better than ever each and every fuckin’ day

Call up Terra & Caelus and thank ‘em dearly for the horn o’ plenty………

…. slaughter all the haters, smoke ‘em and pack ‘em

put ‘m in storage for the colder months and…

…Whoops, already slid back into the shit

(Lasted..what? two paragraphs?

Oh Jeez, ..duality man