Redsterfish

Sex is flowers. Sex is politics, affection and war. Sex is a WMD deconstructing the soul of ego and ID. Sex is lowfi coffeehouse jazz into head banging heavy metal drums, cannibalistic Ouroboros. Base, animistic, and primal growling. Sex is birth, little deaths, cyclical, a parody of earth whose name is paradigmatic, Harmonious Dichotomy. It is penetrative rebirth, rising to fall, rising to touch, to taste, a piece of oblivion, earthen womb and grave. Sex is movement, madness, insanity eventually turned calm, a figure of love. A ravishing storm of myriad emotions momentarily murdering monotony, melding of Metaphors, metaphysics, and ment