I can do everything

I think this may be all we need to know, I can do everything.

Moral turpitude

I intend to fuck with moral turpitude. I will vilely and with beastly intentions over-feed it.


I intend to lick it with a spitty tongue and make it feel quite sick while I tell the moral majority that their friend, moral turpitude likes picking its nose and eating its own snotter. 


I think, moral turpitude, that you have met your match for I am really quite nasty....

I'm not sure I understand anything but for the one certainty that I hold dear - there is no meaning; there just is. 
In the night, freezing under the stars we and everything just are - the joy of falling, endlessly with no hope as hope is not needed, just be.
Rain lashing my face - my ears are hurting - smile and laugh, its what there is - be it.