Then why is the delicate kiss of breath the most erotic of all forms of love..?

Hypnosis into Crisis. A cause without rebellion.

A goal in itself.

What did U say?! SMILE?!

And for what reason, neh?!

Is it a coincidence that 'free' does not end with 'ze'?

About a century ago we were all introduced to our subconscious.
In the sixties we were handed superconsciousness.

A shit load of good that has brought us!

Slavery has a bad name. Undeservedly so we may think. Since moustached effeminations such as Nietzsche - real-time language-lovers - killed some of our most beloved icons and made the hordes of the libertarians look like educated bingo-players slaves are valued less and less.

But female slaves make up for all that is bad in the world.

To some the substantive "freedom" does not refer to anything beyond the hypnotic suggestion that something is won if you have the luxury to decide for yourself if you wish to live or die, if you want an extreme makeover or have your enema-ass filled up with the flesh of a bodacious hunk, and if you see the colours of the world, and bring them down to all of us.

To some "freedom" is everything.

To many and multitudes "freedom" stands for - doubles for - things they do not understand. As if you might understand anything at all. A veritable hypnocrisis if you ask me.

Now, have we anything remotely real to report about Freedome?

The first time aye chanced upon a little booklet of that flim flam man Crowley - aye refer of course to His Confessions, an AutoHagioGraffiti - the first thought that came to mind aye remember vividly.

"Oh no, not all this work!"

Now, aye think this kind of shit all the time. Smiling broadly of course.

At some point in my life - and that's your life, too - aye believed the most stupendous ass well ass the most important thing for any human being to be to get out of the box.

How one can err!

But is not erring man's prerogative?