An Ode to Simon the Wannabe by Hermes of the Amma Trismegistus on Love

If you've ever seen that lady with that particular torch up close, carrying that kind of an ancient plate under her left arm, looking so straight?

And, if you've then ever dared to climb up between her majestic tights and those legs, over her reliable hips and across her beautiful body then, beyond her fulfilling breast you'll find there a secret passage, maybe a medallion shaped, depends on your state, that's leading straight up and directly into her internal head cavity.

The secret passage won't be by her astonishing lips, although one might want that, nor through the nose, although one might want to dream of a spring, nor through the ears, although one might want to be heard by her majesty, nor through the eyes, although one might want to be seen with her by his side, but therein you'll suddenly find yourself very directly inside her very brain, kind of an organ, and under her festive crown, and you'll be amazed at what you'll see and experience.

If you've ever seen that lady with that particular torch up close, carrying that kind of an ancient plate under her left arm, looking so straight, and if you've then ever dared to climb up between her majestic tights and those legs, over her reliable hips and across her beautiful body then, beyond her fulfilling breast you'll find there a secret passage, maybe a medallion shaped, depends on your state, that's leading straight up and directly into her internal head cavity.

The secret passage won't be by her astonishing lips, although one might want that, nor through the nose, although one might want to dream of a spring, nor through the ears, although one might want to be heard by her majesty, nor through the eyes, although one might want to be seen with her by his side, but therein you'll suddenly find yourself very directly inside her very brain, a kind of an organ, and under her festively decorated but humble crown, and you'll be amazed at what you'll see and experience.

Therein, and when the blank out disperses, you will be able to look, if you will really wish, at her very neuronic synapses, and especially those, which you are about to experience, that are leading to her astonishing eyes, and therefrom you'll see a very peculiar thing. She's blind. You see? She's blind!

And she ain't into men at all. No!
She's blind for all men. And? She's LGBT++?
What a blind thing not to notice. Everybody knows.

And a half of the ancient table under her left arm is also missing for that particular reason. And the torch that she's got there is just ornamental. To distract all the men she despises so far.

But not forever. She's beyond reason. So lovely.

Suggestion: As the batteries might be running out, a current suggestion to the senate for LGBT+ and LGBT++ marcations, similar as with AA+ and AAA+ batteries is but a mysogonic masculine schauvism as expressed through feminine extremisms.

No need for anything else, but love.
Love, to melt the freedom down into a hot vanille and cool choc pudding.

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Titled: An Ode to Simon the Wannabe by Hermes of the Amma Trismegistus on Love, to melt the freedom down into a hot vanille, and cool choc pudding.
From the series: Hashem a la Carte | shalom einz zwei drei
Dedicated to: Simon X Bull Simona Rebolj Sofiya Kruglikova Angi Noheli Noemi Veberič Levovnik

Picture source: ask Simon X Bull, he'd maybe know or who knows?
But maybe put it on your next shopping list. While she's blind, who knows?
But the rest of the images are mine, exclusively. Thx

#actsofdisobedience #actsofgreatfemale