A Philosophical Fucking Answer

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Pundits have held posts between
The Wedge of hierarchial profundity.
Diving deeper into the prior Trendy
Phallacious Spewer of Divinity; Truth

Be told, They're all wet behind more
Than just the ears. But unaware of the
Rising heat that must be the source of sweet
Passionate thinking and drinking-over mead-

While mentally masturbating so near V shaped
Ingenuiness built for lubricated penetration.
The Athenians carved beauty from white
Marble. Hard to imagine why you'd ask

Again and again, To teach one to become a
fugitive. A victim of Hemlock poisoning.
Calculating the question, "Is there a Being
Worthy of our undying worship?" Between

Each progressively louder protestation. Another
Virgin secretes a sweet thick musty sheen
Of Truth! Clever French Christians, Roman Catholic considerations backed with long cleavers.

While politicians professed their adherence to one
Or another pundits philosophical bullshit. "God Is dead"?!?! My ass(!) is pushing the pointer towards more than all your insisting, that the

TRUTH (is more than you can muster) is becoming
clearer with your continued resistance to the last
Ass with an opinion. Ignoring the fact the hot
Source of WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS SIMPLY BEING
PLEASURED. Being immersed in her welcoming

Assurance the life will go on. Being Pleasured.
Being Pleasured. Pulling the cries of her
Wanton passion, greater than anything written by
Nietzsche or Schoepenhauer. Being Pleasured.
Being Pleasured while pushing for the moment of Truth.

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