we do not have short attention spans.

nothing wrong with our attentions, nor the spans

what we do have is false, fake enforced and needing to be constantly rein forced separation of that which is inseparable.

sex - two human bodies touching in the most private privileged intimate sacred way - sex - is inseparable from touching, inseparable from affection, inseparable from our dependence on another, inseparable from an inviolate need and want for faith and trust in another

and everywhere I look, all I ever hear is -

A. dependence, faith and trust in another belong in garbage can and lets let it rot there with all the other stinky gross and shameful things.

B. sex is about technique and who does what to whom in what order.  it also seems to have everything to do with this and nothing but this - the money and things and especially apparel and make up and hair color and clothing size.

C. our bodies are hateful shameful things having something to do with nothing else but - money and things and especially apparel and make up and hair color and clothing size.

D. we hate our bodies and detest them and are ashamed of them for failing over and over again and again our ideals and gods of especially apparel and make up and hair color and clothing sizes

so lucky for me, to have figured this out, it only took me a few decades, and that’s how cleverly you have all separated the inseparable, i finally figured out that sex belongs with love and faith and faithfulness and honesty and for a woman, sex has everything to do with this gorgeous creature called a Man.

your cosmopolitana technique is a joke. a cruel joke which will keep you going in the wrong direction until it is too late and far too far from where your heart longed to go when you were a little girl hoping to go to a place where you mattered and gave love and received love

so when you take something that is inseparable and tell me and insist that they are separate, while my whole being knows and feels and longs to have them and to have them and to have them together, cause no one can get them any other way

nothing wrong with my attention whatsoever

it’s just my head spinning, my eyes tired from flashing back and forth from the trashcan with the stench of rotting faithfulness and trust, my eyes flashing back and forth between that and your ca-cash and apparell altar back and forth, trashcan, altar, trashcan, altar, trashcan, altar, something, something, altar, what?, thrashcan, something a little off here?

never mind, I will go pay attention, if I can still find something, that makes just a little more sense than this.

what does the trashcan have to do with the altar?  everything, but it’s too confusing, too far gone in lies and cover ups and makeups and haircolors, not a single woman alive wearing her natural hair color, the ones that say not, lying, even lying with roots clashing with the fake color, so much lying you cant even tell the difference yourself when you are lying and when you are not

ca-ca-ca-cash  apparel altar waste size make up trash can money sex technique impressed altar next second, my head is spinning, images flashing images bits torn flashing immages in my eyes, the size of my thighs of things that somewhere in there is a flow and they continue and end and belong and belong inside each other somewhere somehow put this trashcan here on the altar, take this altar, to that other trashcan over there, what is going on here? nothing? wrong? with ? my? !؟¡ATTENTION!؟¡!?

I am tired of you lying to me, you lying to yourself, never mind you, tired of me lying to myself, to forgive my

complete lack of having anything  !؟¡!?

to pay attention to.

I tried to put this tor up letter back together, but there are still too many gaps to comprehend it.