She is a G.O.D. among the goddesses, she is the queen of all chapels, all avenues had been taken, she will be fertile and divine, and she will be the nth degree. Her thighs may be brittle yet still hard to touch, here eyes will let you know, here hair may even give a hint, but she will be there. Her mind will be above all the mazes and diatribe that would ever hope to hold you back. She could very well be nasty, but still benevolent to her lust or desire. She will speak for not being spoken too. She may even harrow you. But it will be like a licking at the heels, and at the cauldron of life itself.
And if that wasn’t to be enough, she would hear me cry still, Eyes sold war to skies. Hair broke earth to wear, Thighs never heard the cries, Journeys made many years.
TRIBUTE TO THE YEAR 3006
In the year of this day and in a thousand years, the single primate will have transferred all belated knowledge to itself as a whole, therefore transcended the acts of god, to then become a collected mind-gate, – the environment will be as beautiful as it is futures to be futuristic, – the single primate now its own demi-god, would have skills to perplex and continue to that nature. Skills of levitation, for the groupings of mind-gates, to give bevy to the organisation of mind-states. The mish-mash of culture, language, and gender will have stripped itself of all crimes, to become the perfected single enchanted human-being, if still to be looked on as that. Coloured treatments of the flesh will become the new birthmark of its individuality, therefore stripped of the trimmings of over-rated fashions, this state will remain timeless for centuries still, until we all hit another entropic wall in which to confuse our sullied souls within. The herbivore state of collectivism, will act as the entirety dream state of our new realities.
