……The ghost of passed Illuminati members laughing in my ear, something’s amuck and I fear it should be feared, gonads sex glands confused and men no longer have a pair, no orchestra but I know I heard a drum’s set snare; sexes going haywire like there’s been a enter dimensional tear, it’s like master Tom’s still buck’n, but he turned into a chemist in later years, shaved his face but he wants black men to use Near, oiled down and wantonly bent over a chair, masterfully created chemical imbalances so beware, got you fighting for your rights to wear, what women wear.
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Confusing isn't it? In a world of sex we have become so preoccupied with it that we have to categorize it label it dissect it examine it under a microscope, project it for all to see on the screen and smear it all over social media. After all there is nothing more interesting than pornography. A poignant write set in good metaphor. Well done
Thanks,…
Engenders much controversy. Any advice I would want to give would be: stay yourself: avoid self immolation.
…it’s hard to stay yourself if you never was yourself, plastics in water supply has been found to be on the nano scale now, which can enter and disrupt normal functioning on a cellular level now…. Leading to increased estrogen levels in adolescents….
Hadn't taken that into account... My focus was on the whole transgender debate, and felt, that apart from exceptional circumstances, changing sex via surgery and lifetime medication was/is problematic.
Problematic is putting it lightly
Yeh - only putting it lightly because it really doesn't affect me..... if it did, there would be another story. The world is full of idiot people.
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