raging hot (to cold)
in 30-seconds, flat
this is getting old
we’ll have no more of that
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[1] martino, j. (5.31-1.22). raging hot (to cold). book 110: my p---y hurts, too! © 2022 by wellnesseducation.us.
the Truth...is that a girl/woman in a bikini is one, teeny-tiny bit of cloth/ing away from some serious s---ing and fu---ing.
anyone who might deny that... is simply in denial.
if (1) massage chairs could give blowjobs, and if (2) every household could afford one, the ritual of dating would come to a screeching halt.
luckily (for restaurants, flower shops and chocolate factories), that version of the massage robot is not (yet) affordable.
art, poetry, song and storytelling are not reality (a real depiction of what actually is).
the artist, the poet, the composer and the storyteller provide a perspective, through his/her own multiple filters, of actuality.
then, if ever edited or translated or dupe-licated, the new piece will differ from the original. the further-away that one is from the original (e.g. distance, time, language, etc.), the more likely a difference. heck, interpretations can be diametrically opposed in real time, with no lapse between the artist and the dupe-licator.
the kjv* is (in an of itself) art: it is poetry, song and storytelling -- often dupe-licated decades after the "fact."
if someone tries to convince you to believe that john caffetry and the beaver brown band is actually bruce springsteen... simply smile (and slowly back away).
why do people fall for the myth that (1) humans need to cohabitate, and (2) the cohabitational partners need to "make it work"?
...because others tell them so.
many, many, many fun/successful/artistic/brilliant/happy humanoids have lived lived alone... and loved it!
the expert articles and videos that tell us "how" to make it work presuppose that we're supposed to.
i'm opposed to that supposition.
everything that we perceive as "alive" is doing its best, in every, single moment, to make life better for itself. life flirts and faints and punishes and rewards -- in order to make life better for itself.
the highest form of love, here, is the rare moment when a living thing can (momentarily) care for someone/something soooo much as to (apparently) care for the other... more than the self.
of course... even that is self-serving. :)
i (personally) don't believe that we can "cure" or "100% heal" from our genetic and societal defects.
i do believe it is possible to get to know them a little better... thereby reducing their influence.
more than just a Dance [1]