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In the final frame, therefore, no scruple will be spared to educate the inquiring male in the palatable properties of the projected penispith, in the pertinence of nuances of distinction in the outward penisform, in the hydraulic, chemical, organic, and physical variables at work in the extrusion and extraction of penis under various isobars of atmospheric pressure, various g’s of acceleration, various Btu’s of encapsulation, various coefficients of drag, and so forth. At a minimum, the Titan convivium will uphold these standards of weights and measures at least as diligently as the Treasury looks after the integrity of grams and kilos in conventional commerce. But apart from this executive and bureaucratic peniswork, the task of the Titan quorum is primarily legislative, in mandating penis appropriations to achieve these mollifying effects in a world of inexhaustible penisclamour.
No one could say that any association in our culture has done more to survey the terrain of the penis feedback loop than Mr Higgins’ dauntless and infinitely renewable coterie of anustreasuring youths. And yet to what end, should this precious circuit be explored, mapped, and limned in sight and sound, except, by repetition, to impart its virtues to the other senses, even tending toward the redemption of the cognitive and spiritual, emotional and social life of the male?
Once again, then, the antipodes of the penis feedback loop -- glans, of oracular orotundity, and anus, of haunting permeability -- are investigated as polar features of a sublimely closed, coherent, and self-sufficient circuit of reciprocally reinforcing attributes, in which the properties of any feature are explained and justified utterly by its integration in the whole. It remains only for the energising of the feedback loop at any point of this infallibly responsive arc, to galvanise the whole in the great project of its validation, scattering reassurance, resolution, and reward on both sides of the viewing membrane, so to speak, by portraying the genius of each such circuit for combination and recombination with another of its kind. Besides, it tastes unimaginably fabulous.
The plushy nozzle taps lightly upon the gaze between the limbs, its supple stalk assuring in its girth, the roseate band demarking a parabola of pain to hasten pleasure’s sweet refrain of fuck. But for now, the pressing time’s deferred to work its passage of ascent, the fingers lithe to navigate the gate, the thumb alert to simulate the horn to follow suit. Uncanny is dick’s fluency of translation for the findings it is fed, endearing is its fill to be persuaded of its path. Yet what of our cognition of these mappings we invite, dissents from dick’s exuberance t’anticipate its flight? Praising questing fingers with compressions, flexing light, extruding thumb as lusciously as bone resists with might, we conjure dick, whole dick, to elevate our dialogue and lift us past this prologue, out of sight.
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