>what doth man do when man doth not knoweth what to draweth?
What doth man do indeed when man not doth knoweth when to cease his hands creased all over his weiner Dober...man *whip crack noise*

Behold! The two bodies that lay be- for ME, are not the shapeful forms we call the humankind-ness... but instead, are that of the porcelain species. Species II, my favorite movie! So that must be why I mustn't not make the duo(ver) of my lifetimes. It is my respons-ability to be-cum the husband I was always never meant to be! It is so clear now! The semen nurturing inside the confines of my flesh twin prisons, must become a prism to cast the white light inside their givers of life!


*Suiseiseki and Souseiseki lay confused at this strange blonde crackhead's ramblings*