Because thy tongue's art is so entangled with my soul's twat
In my own heart, I live but as Schrodinger's cat
The arc of the Moral Universe towards Bastardy must bend
Truth wedded to Wigner is bedded by Wigner's friend.
Listen, limp dick, I was just trying to be ...
Nice. I know. It's not you. It's
He (speaking very quickly)
Never do this again!
OMG! We sound like an old married couple!
(confused noises followed by prolonged screams and the sound of ambulance sirens)
Did you have to leave your dentures in your twat?
Yes! It is de rigueur.
Read a little Karen Barad why don't you?
All Hail Karen Barad!
May they fuck themselves!