The ecstasy is a goal towards which you tend
the orgasm is nothing but a vague and pale
echo Diogenes gave figs and raisins to Plato
exclaiming, “Εκστασης!” It was raining
in Plato’s mouth. God made the figs and
the raisins but not the penance and he raised
his hand to his lifted trunk. He was holding
his spine like the rock of a precipice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Are you imitating me? According to your
principle you should do it complector.
I love you,” Diogenes told him. “You follow me
not me ‒ you.” The faces of both evoked
the Tibetan mask wearing the imprint
of dolour ‒ brilliant idea.
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