NO MORE SEX!

B. McGILLICUDDY

Some people need to get over their legal addictions. Others need to get over their own self-deprecating antics. And even others need to get over their stage fright. And other even others NEED TO STOP TALKING ABOUT SEX. Because when a man leaves you a public message showing you his "O" face, then your verbal, public exhibitionism has gone too far.

So from now on, I will be writing prose poems about Nazism.

OH GREAT ARYAN RACE! YOUR BLONDE ON BLONDE ON BLONDE ON BLONDE WITH BLUE EYES AND PHILOSOPHICAL MINDS AND CORRUPTION OF SOCIALISM GETS ME FEELIN' LIKE A SKINHEADED COMPLEXION-DEPRIVED POST-NEGRO WITH TOO MUCH OF A HOLD ON A BYGONE RELIGION AND A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX THAT RIVALS AMERICANS NEOCONSERVATISM! WE WILL DO YOU GOOD BY KILLING YOU OFF, LEST YOUR HOUSEHOLD BE SHAMED WITH THE GREAT SHAME OF NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH! ZIGHEIL!

No but really I'm Jewish/Aborigine/Gook/Antarcticish in ethnicity, so they probs wouldn't let me be a Nazi. :(((

How about flowery post-sexual references to the digital age?

I STIMULATE PISTILS AND STAMENS VIA VERICOSE VEINS OF CHLOROPLASICITY, LAUNCHING A SITE OF IMPOSSIBLY ASCENDING BUMBLE INSEMINATION. THE INTERCONNECTIVITY OF THESE CHEMICAL SIGNALS PROJECTS A SIMULATION OF THE SPIRIT WE ADOPTED WHEN WE SAID "LET'S GET TOGETHER, YEAH YEAH YEAH, WHY DON'T YOU AND I COMBINE (VIA VERBAL INTERCOURSE)?" TRIDIMENSIONAL BIDIMENSIONALITY IS THE WAY BY WHICH I RESPIRE MY OXICARBON COMPLIMENTS BENEATH YOUR SOUL-PLUCKING, LIGHT-CAPTURING RESIDUALLY IMAGINED SELVES. SEROTONIN IS MY DRUG OF CHOICE, SO I EAR-TO-EAR MY DAILY INTAKE, BLUSHING WHEN I TREE-HUG AND SMUDGING ALL ITS MAKEUP IMMEDIATELY AFTER IT SUBMITS ITS ONLINE APPLICATION. CLICK!

Well that was interesting, you're thinking now. And I agree with you.

B. McGILLICUDDY