God exists; He lives between your legs. God's speech is what men call pleasure. God's singular desire is to be in constant conversation with you. Hold God in your hands, listen to His words and follow His voice on your path of Cockworship.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

The Inkwell

If Cock is our God, then Man is our Temple. If pleasure is our calling, then sex is our practice. The world may laugh at us but we've felt the promise of the flesh that gives way to our need. We don't have sex merely because we enjoy it; we fuck because we must. To breed a new hole, to taste a new ass, to swallow the next load - it's in our genes, in all the strains of DNA swirling in our balls and churning in our guts. The only conscience we have is below our waist, the way men were designed to be.

Whatever you order your life around is what you worship. For some it's the corporate ladder or fulfillment through friends and material things or devotion to a cause. These are all well and good but are only shallow derivatives of the original blueprint, the prime directive that we subscribe to as primal Men: get hard, stay hard and spread the seed. Color your life with these primary hues and you'll paint a masterpiece.

The simplest things are always the most radical. Devoting ourselves to the most basic male drive to the edge of absurdity is exactly the point: from either extreme's vantage point, those on the other side appear to be insane. Pursue pleasure and the primacy of Phallus to their ecstatic ends wherever they may lead - this is our devotion in a nutshell, the mantra of the Phallic overmind. It's not really so crazy once you jump in and push past that initial resistance to find yourself balls deep in a life you thought could only be a dream.

Our Scripture is not written on parchment in an obscure language revealed only to the few. Our Scripture is written along the inner and outer halls of the Male temple - up our asses, down our throats, across our faces, over our backs. We do not need to make a pilgrimmage to a holy site to encounter God - He hangs between the legs of all Men. Our God is not hidden, but swings freely in the open; He is not distant, but near and eager for our touch. Reflect on this with God in hand and you'll find yourself overwhelmed with energy and pride and gratitude. In full recognition that God lives between our legs, how then shall we live? Obedient to the Phallic imperative - live life hard and spread the seed.

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