I stop differentiating between cock and cock. I don't know what I feel for any man except for whatever exact peculiar friendship exists for me at that moment between myself and the man. I have to base myself on immediate strong action reactions, not on thoughts. Then there will be no idea, without responsibility duty appointment. My mind obeys only emotion, not emotion as opposed to intellect, but passion joy madness.
Passion is the breaking up of rationality.
I break myself against it. I am religious. THE CUNT is pale. It's gained five pounds, all of its body movements are nervous. It is walking down the white steps to the Casbah entrance.