I am no filth, but my milk now in the absence of menstruation takes root and grows

There should be a me who shuns the pornograph; I am no filth, but my milk now in the absence of menstruation takes root and grows toward a complete feminism. The girls, free, and in this absent-minded country showing all, see-through, do not see me worship them with the ultimating in my m-deformed genesis. My cells must be feminist, my breasts must enlarge in the slave quarters where there's nothing-at-all, I worship. All that ever dropped those two drops of gruel into Her (all Goddess all) and left bragging pregnantly should heed me in regard to this curse=> no more, man, no more the Boss, she and feminist feminizing kids take over.

I shall not see-through though Womben want a see-through, want hooking and up on dim him; I lose man hood, I am man no more, except I cannot menstruate; her bloods thus shall redeem what is leftover as She has leftovers like men attached, all in a matter of estrogen, progesterone, prolactin and spironolactone to pray to that commercial sex worker menstruating all over Heaven, Queen of the NursingHome where impotent ole Joe Hovah needs skilled nursing for Alzheimer's and Sadisim (laff 'bout the crux He dun to his buoy!)

Nothing is porn; I and Medela (R) comfort me in the Vale of  Death his His jac hath caused, blitzkrieg all the Holy Innocents in Palestine, that Arab List and my listless slavery to this Queen, what-the-hell-Joseph-don't-be-jealous-a-JoeHovah-popped-me-up, and I do the milking in this Operation. for that B for Being Queen,

and all of us who nurse