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	When I had the man's penis firmly ensconced in my mouth which so
cleverly refused to imitate any of the female reproductive organs, I
began to feel a curious urge to twist my head to the side and forward
and grind my mandibles together, and in my head I could see his scrotum
coming undone from his body and a severed, rapidly less cohesive member
triggering my gag reflex, and I saw the pool of viscous blood from his
thighs pelleted by my vomit, and it seemed an entirely more fulfilling
method of achieving spiritual harmony than fellatio, as blessed as
deflowering him might have been by reason of being practicable only
once, and perhaps more so since it was less repeatable in ritual
imitation.  Unless he were to grow a new cock, like for instance a
Greek god might, but even that appeared it would be quite rare and thus
almost as special a culmination.
	So I did, and it was beautiful, but not as much as I had hoped, for
all the reputed forty pounds of crushing power I was supposed to behold
in the sides of my mouth on this particular Tuesday, though it could
have been any Tuesday, was not able to cleanly sever through it at the
stump, rather it dragged there half-afflicted, which is hardly to say
that the patient of this procedure took no notice, and in
reciprocation, I was not made to gag long enough to endure any sort of
self-purification rite, but rather just to cough dryly.
	And the rain came down from the sky in that alley, and my knees
were soaked in putridity, and the companion fell to leaning against the
wall as he choked out some words or something.  So it was beautiful, in
a way, but not as I had foreseen.  Later, of course, he told me he
understood, not in so many words, but I knew that he lied.

	For I had at least made way for further purification of this the
genetic material, as I surceased another sodomite from breeding upon
this earth; for I am the will of God.
last revision January 10, 2001