cono

I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she__ always pregnant!

If it__ not one god it__ another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.

Ah, men losing the power in their dicks. When they can no longer f___ their women, they f___ the world.

In my country, when we think about the future, we shake.

What took you so long? Waiting for Buddha?

To Cono__ mind the three assailants were all three nearly motionless even as they skittered and dodged, firing, maneuvering for a kill. Cono felt exhilaration__he ecstatic awareness that his strange brain and body had ordained him for just such moments, by allowing him to enter a space outside of time.

To make a friend you must close one eye. And to keep a friend, you must close both eyes.

Maybe he had become addicted after all__ddicted to being the pivot point, to being as central as that crucial joint between copulating man and woman, but with a danger that did not know the bounds of orgasm.

Hungry for what? Money? No. Power? Over people? That was like having power over clams.