The bleu collared man touched the boy with the prince flower in his fist. His
whiteness was brilliant, surely -- superb grinding made it such. But milling
about, it was fierce and short and erotic: his hand was strong; the flower was
very beautiful; it was very powerful. Oh so innocent and sweet! Was the
primordial rawness of agriculture enough to justify the benefits of red meat?
Good thing he was pure! To loosen the mind and tendons, beer must be
administered and applied. But how does the first intoxication purify and
invigorate? It kills it instantly! XXX starts and ends at the same place. The
French do like to meet each other, always slaking around and drinking wine. The
wetness crumbles the earth and ripes the paper but breaths life into the young
fruit. The boy eventually pulls away from the man, and henceforth he is
deflowered. Who is red and who is white? Purity or passion, respectively of
course not. Is it sad nor sade? Eighteen? Jewish? The Bar Mitzvah will make it
okay. How tiny and white you are! Mister, would you like this one? Tuck it into
your pants, so you may have my blessing. Shhhh! Tell no one, the big boys will
think you a pansy -- you don't want that, do you? Opposites lie within each
other. Isn't that queer? Father I love you.