I wish I had a level of testosterone that would extend my clitoris by 4500 metres and would form at the tip of a cannon ready to fire, at the drop of a hat, cannonballs with a ginormous diameter, (each) weighing 6,900 kilos, capable of crushing the small flabby mammals hidden at the bottom of the crotch of all these gentlemen.
So I would be(come) the only remaining sexual being. Not counting women who don’t count.
And perhaps I would have the honour with this weapon to clear a narrow path through you and to lose myself in the dark corridors of your labyrinth and bring you death to depths of your backside.
credits
from Circé Deslandes in english,
released April 17, 2020
Texte : Circé Deslandes
Traduction : Daniel Gysin
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