> while you sound like a schizo, i will say that i was luckier when i didn't do it, so you may well be right. first of all, politics are determined by the amount of fire among the men. this is political. now... listen. you are your fathers (sun) and mothers (earth) product: the branch (continuation). no life will grow out of you if you waste the seed. the seed must go into the beastly-looking womb (the pussy system), and it must receive the most ferocious of fires (electricity / impulses of your nervous system), wetting the fire, consuming it. this is how a child (new branch) is born: through the struggle of fire and water. the erect dick is a branch reaching for the sky, like the tree (folk) or fire. you put the dick in the pussy, reaching for the sky's rain (the waters above). the pussy wets if there is fire, if you are not dying from the cold. you need the sun to teach you this in the mother's symbols, taught by the sun (establishing the order) of symbols (runes) here. the child is brought from the heavens (the realm above / the sky / the invisible ocean / the invisible lake / the reflection). the child is fed through the umbilical cord of the mother, giving it the sap of the tree (blood from the heart, earth's magma core), surrounded and filled by mothers love (water) in the soil that provides the body of the baby, made of the matter the soil is. a child comes out and takes the first breath produced by the tree. it becomes part of the breath of the folk (tree). life is good if the tree is proper. if its not proper, you must not die from drowning but rise, as the fire does.
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