Power Freaks

I seem to be stuck in a rut. All this power talk. But I like to call it personal research, perhaps one day I too will sit down an pen a self-help book although it will be all terribly censored. Censorship. Big sigh. I know three men who are into that kind of stuff. By the look of one, you'd just never even think of it. By the look of the other perhaps you'd start thinking of it. And by one glance at the other the word is spelt all over his face. And all are, must be... power freaks and... men. It is indeed a power bestowed by I don't know who to get to choose who sees what, who reads what, who experiences what. They are people who are controlling our eyes, our minds. And that's not very fair. I want to see what I want to see not what someone else decides what I see. The world is really getting all about censorship. Don't eat this, don't drink this, don't read this, don't write that. It's getting a big too much. In a matter we will have shit censors, yes telling us which way to shit and what to shit. Sex... we have that already and as if that's not enough, even the Church thinks it has the right to invade sexual intercourse, so much for sexual intercourse being a pleasurable (or not) experience between two people, it's graduated to a threesome. Because the Church wants to be in too. More Churches; in a matter of time it will be a multicoloured gang-bang. And yet there will still be power freaks. Interestingly one man I know who goes about censoring movies is a priest who does not look like a priest and certainly does not behave like a priest. And I know him well enough to know what I'm saying. And God certainly knew what he was doing when he made 'the call' to this man. Had he married, he'd have had his poor wife in the madhouse in three days. And yet I still believe that underneath all that power freakishness lies a man desperately crying out to be dominated. Go figure.