Cynical Copulation

Dedicated to Augustana Wasteland
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So its easy to judge people right? He's a heathen, shes a slut? Right? We dont know others' afflictions. Before you judge assess yourself - throw stones at your own mirror for your pride and conceit. What ever happened to second chances, yall?

----------------------/Cynical Copulation: The Adultress' Thoughts As She is Caught In The Act By Scribes and Pharisees

I couldnt be more frustrated with life  than I am right now
everytime I have sex with a man (especially married) I tell myself
you cant kill someone already dead raging in obstinacy
my breasts are bare before all men
(but my soul is the token example of modesty, clothed in full deceit)
he orgasms delighting in my sacred form illicitly secretly
coveting a comeliness unmatched, drooling over me in intimacy
I climax, and revel, and wallow in the physicality of desolation
turned on by damnation
by horrid screams of his wife discovered
caught
by malignancy and affronts hurled at me because
I hate the sun, and I howl at the moon, and I gnash my teeth at rainbows
a seductress of my own ill fate
willing to tempt any vacuous vapid male dog as depraved as I
the rabid justification we arent fornicating we murder each other.
he kisses me, he puts his arms on my waist engendering feelings:
emptiness and glee
abandoned by my father, eschewed disavowed by the man betrothed
to me scolded by peers for being too pretty, ogled and leered at
by older men
my mother died young, my consolation dissonance from those I thought
I trusted....
this is
the classic case of myopia, a woman driven to self hatred because its all she knows
all she has ever known
imagining dad is hugging me, that my beau's lips touch me softly
callously awaiting chucked stones at night sleeping envisioning
her own blood blinding her eyes
a jagged rock displacing an eye, or ear.....
I will never ever know or be a distinguished lady, a noble girl
children were never granted me, drinking measured poison
to prevent my son from seeing my carnage or my daughter my shame
I hear crowds approaching, I close my eyes
fearless
musing that the next life, even if all is ether beyond the River Styx
has to be better than this




-------------------------John 8:1-11
Jesus went unto the mount of Olives. And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them. And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst, They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not. So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground. And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.

------Wasteland Lyrics
Now I'm sitting on a plane
Lonely flight back to L.A.
Don't come back with me
So I'll drink myself to sleep
Cut my skin until I bleed
Hold my breath all the night

Cause it's 5 o'clock
The hour stops the sunlight
And the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time

Hear the sound
She was naked on the ground
Till I whispered in her ear
Come away, watch the dawn break through the day
Till the sun is underneath

Cause it's 5 o'clock
The hour stops the sunlight
And the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time
Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand, we're living in
We're living in a wasteland

It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland for me

And we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand, we're living in
We're living in a wasteland

Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand, we're living in
We're living in a wasteland

It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland for me
For me