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The black cock that has seduced this enchanting if far from entirely ethically immaculate young lady away from the antiseptic pristinity of the Interwebz into "the foul rag-and-bone shop" (to quote Philip B. Dick) of the real world is the source of Life, growing everywhere, undying and unconquerable.
There is no place in the universe where It cannot be, and all will be lost except for It, since it is only life's ornaments that die, yet not the phallic black source of life itself. It is my aim to vitalize, to conscientize everything around me. The closest I have to this Life-engendering Cock in my body - at least on every day except the second Saturday in every month - is my sexual dimension (which is, I regret to have to state, of considerably greater extension and magnitude than my own sexual dimensionS). Therefore I offer its abominations to the Cock which incarnates the sacred Lure. It's a poor but in the end, I think, just about adequate substitute for being able to offer anything - I mean, anything that she would be even distantly likely to accept - to the charming little creature who has BEEN lured, and indeed been far, far more than lured - by said sacred Lure.