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Who is in charge?

Who is in charge?

Who is in charge?

Then you really don't want to.

No.

I prefer to get around on my own. If you want to, shall I come back later on?

But... Perhaps... I don't know.

Well... If you like.

Okay. All right, see you later. Bye, Barbara.

Bye, Paolo.

I don't know. But then, who knows?

And what about violence?

And what about peace?

And what about love?

And what about hate?

And what about Vietnam?

And what about Mao?

And what about Karl Marx?

And what about Alan Seacrest? And what about Ho Chi Minh?

And what about Nick Faxon?

And what about Che Guevara?

And what about Black Power?

And what about John Smith?

And what about Martin Luther King?

What about drugs?

And what about sex?

And what about movies?

And what about asking questions?

Dear friends, give us room to say and sing.

Not of wars,

But of all the happy things that surely happen

in a world of conflicting left

and rights to you we only bring

the better side,

the better side.

We used to speak from a heart that was a fool.

It was tried, its objection overruled.

Now we shout to love and not change.

It's our road, but for you it may seem strange.

The better side.

The better side.

Look at them.

Making love.

They're the better side.

Stop and stare.

Ask yourself.

Have they got no pride?

Dear friends, do you wish to criticize

the love that's here?

It's where the beauty lies.

And if you did,

Don't you think you'd be unwise?

Yes, you would.

Cause inside you the soul cries.

The better side.

The better side.

The

better side

is called. the better side is calling you woman now the better side is calling

you woman now come on and join the better side woman now come on and join

the better side woman now come on

Much talk this morning, latest killing.

Naked woman found slaughtered, tied obscene position.

You can't even imagine what goes on between the sexes.

Wasted half an hour imagining about it.

Dramatic scene.

Underground filmmaker shot by nude policeman.

It's warm in here.

Swine.

Him.

And me, then.

You know? Yes.

A great society.

Bombs? Bullets. Bullshit!

Who's in charge?

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Dream like frenzy, rushing through your head.

Erotic scenes, conflict between.

Chastity, you read.

Subconsciously is your desire, although you won't believe it.

But the truth is plain to see.

Then why try to hide it?

But the truth is hard to hide.

Why try to disguise it?

the truth is plain to see

can

you believe

that you're a toy for other people's pleasure

just as much as you believe

leather reality is storming through the channels of this myth but the truth

is plain to see then why try to hide it the truth is hard to hide why try to

disguise it the truth is plain to see

Your pleasure looks earnestly.

While dancing with desire.

Who spins around with tight-lipped smiles.

She knows full well why.

Silhouettes of pirouettes. Rants among the town.

The truth is plain to see.

Harvey? Who's in charge?

Give

her

a rinse, will you?

Could you take care of this old cow for me, dear?

Yes, sure.

A

cow

for a wife.

Do you?

Yes, she'll hug my name, she'll...

conception a husband is still

the birth of deception

What do you feel?

Cold. Where?

Here. Here?

Yes, here.

Here. Here.

If I could turn you on, if I could drive you out of your wretched mind, if I

could tell you, I would let you know.

Something like a dream.

Sure that if, in spite of, by chance, when, one

is alone,

Shut up at home in case only if who knows But

who could?

Lock the door wash the dishes feed the cat

Why did she buy that thing when he needed a new hat?

Oh, forget it now.

Put it out just like the sun. Don't let it come between our

relation, between our relation, between our relation.

the fire says it really needs more wood she replies i call my dear

message understood then the hand in hand may again become

as one two people signed to their relation

to their relation just one more relation

Is this a fake thing they've been waiting for all their lives?

Do they realize it must go on endlessly

every day or it just dies?

The relation is so real.

Second thoughts pass through her mind.

It's the ideal.

Then the moon slips down behind the cloud to run and burn the light she saw.

In their relation.

In their relation.

In their relation.

Now she knows she could be just like the moon and throw his

world into the dark every day from noon to noon.

On a minded stay, it's just an endless temptation. It must not come

between their relation, between their relation,

between their relation.

Just one more relation.

Just one more relation.

One more relation.

One more relation.

One more relation. Just one more relation.

I've got something to tell you.

What?

What? What do you want?

Who? You.

Me?

Yes.

Put a tiger in your tank!

Second TV newscast.

Married woman alone at home.

woken at dawn by masked man near bed gagged, blindfolded wrapped in sheet

tightly bound pushed into a sack with sexual parts exposed tortured

moans, whispers must have enjoyed herself after all broom

handle thrust in purred on a spit

I dreamt of two policemen, thrown in cell, sniggering,

stripped naked, forced to submit.

Both of them, in turn, beautiful,

hot, plummeting.

But one looked just like Dad.

Oh.

Aww.

My problem is that every so often while doing chin-ups, I have an orgasm.

This prevents me from finishing my workout, but after relaxing in the hot

room I seem to feel better than ever.

Nevertheless, there are physical and moral implications which I'd like to

have cleared up.

One, is this physically harmful?

Two, since I usually know it's going to happen and continue the chin-ups anyway,

Would the Catholic Church consider this masturbation and therefore a sin? The

medium is the massage.

That is the message.

Who knows why people who are afraid of pubic hairs are the same people who hate

Negroes, Jews, homosexuals, beatniks and hippies.

A sound mind in a sound

body.

So the proverb says.

Now wisdom is for everyone.

And so it should be read.

And she who believes in the words of

long ago, simple verse handed

down that stands the test of time,

releases all into the mist and

her mind.

a childhood reflection from a child's

view flowed through her mind

recalling

how they shocked her and how their mark was

scared to admit that she

Have you got a pussy?

Remember, innocent child, that sex is a sin.

Whoever indulges in it, whoever deals in it, will not rise to heaven, but will be

condemned to hell.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is love.

Love Tunnel, come on.

What is Love Commune?

The Love Commune is an anarchistic organization without any authoritarian

hang-ups.

Have a laugh, have a joke, run around in our smoke.

We are free, a company, you try to lead, we say no.

We don't get overwrought What's the point?

Life's too short You can keep all your laws But for us,

we say no

Parking

meters, how they treat us Try to change the life we

lead

kill yourselves fight away in your books

we

say no

you return

battle-worn in your torn uniform it's a pose

that arose

you're fighting love we say no

what's

forbidden's really hidden deeply down inside the

wrong society secretly

But you stick to your pride.

Carry on.

We don't mind.

But when you try to push us out, we have to shout.

We say no.

We say no.

To encourage people to make love is forbidden because it's dangerous.

But it's not forbidden, even though more dangerous, to encourage them to make

war.

So from this moment, the dangerous and forbidden pictures of love scenes will

be substituted by pictures dangerous but not forbidden of war scenes.

pornography of violence.

Numerous incidents of sexually orientated torture were reported in the

case of women.

The torturers shove as many fingers as possible or an object into the vagina

and twist and tear brutally.

This is also done with the anus. A tube is inserted into the anus and water

driven into the prisoner under very high pressure.

In the case of men, beatings on the genitals with long, thin sandbags have

frequently been reported.

One trade unionist was beaten so much that a testicle was driven up into his

body.

You are gonna hear the sound of what's humming round the town.

In observation you can see the difference.

Colored people in the sky are just passing by.

Look down.

at the sky it's like a fire you take this you

won't miss you're running round in circles trying to find your mind

something trying to push you on and it's coming from the

past hope to be among the people in the clouds

Have you found your goal at last?

Into a war you've been hurt.

Can we shout?

Now you see the people in another light The multi colors merged to

one and it plays upon your brain Angry faces

stare at you from everywhere Underneath their coats they hide

they are terrified Insane

Race against race, the fight goes on.

Look in between to find woman.

Justice,

you want me?

It wasn't a message.

Crazy.

Your body is weak You wish you could sleep The troubles get

worse No one understands

People around

Better than you, you sit on your bed, your

face in your hands.

When did you start to decline?

When did you lose peace of mind?

Remember when you're feeling that way, rushing to the grave.

The things that deceive put them on the run.

It doesn't depend on parent or friend.

Start having some fun.

Go play them, son.

Go play them, son.

Making love is a purely physical act.

Let's look at it through the microscope.

It is an insignificant act, wholly devoid of morality.

So don't sit around, get off the ground, just look inside.

And then you'll find.

To disappear.

And so will your fear.

The tension inside.

Will stop to unwind.

Now this life.

Sweetly unfair.

No worries. You don't give a damn.

you're gonna go

Something like a dream.

Hello, hello. Here are grey forces speaking.

The grey forces are preparing to defend the capital against the rumoured Viet

Long Spring offensive expected to come with the warmer weather.

General Callaghan has requested extra troops to combat the National Liberation

Front of the mind.

After a quiet winter of preparations, the Viet Saloon are to be seen more and

more frequently in the streets and parts of London.

It is believed that they have had an amazingly successful recruiting drive

over the last few months and have increased their forces by hundreds of

thousands. The Viet Saloon are believed to have developed secret weapons capable

of blowing their greatest minds.

Search and destroy.

Despite continuous search and destroy sorties, Carried out by great forces,

they've endeavored to force the Byatzluns underground.

They have no known leader, except the legendary Saga, a beautiful nude goddess

who is rumored to live in an enchanted forest in the vicinity of Amp Hempstead

Inn.

Unidentified flying objects have been seen in the area recently, which could

lead to the rumor.

Dreamt of knives, pencils, umbrellas.

Dreamt I was about to cross a street, car coming down on me on purpose.

Saw me.

Could have missed me.

Instead, no.

Dreamt of squeezed oranges, mincemeat, crumbled cars, wholesale goods, drained,

bone dry.

Dreamt. Was frightened.

You forgot your pictures.

Here, take a look.

Take a look, please.

Get him. Stop him.

Swine, give it to him. Come on, come on.

Scram, filthy nigger. Get him.

Grab him. Grab him, swine.

Just a whisper of a panty with no crotch at all.

Even the jet set was shocked at this one.

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And then they say Negroes are savages. What savages?

Savage, that white, coward murderer.

She was probably one of them, and he was her pimp.

Well, who knows why?

Who knows why I always hate blood?

If one could do what one likes without limits, taboos, fear, things like that.

Here, always the same. Here, look, a hangman.

Here lived Karl Marx, who was... But who knows? And that outraged, raped,

murdered, another sexual fact.

Everything like this, all sex exhibited, exploited, all forbidden, has to be all

forbidden, everything forbidden, otherwise goodbye to speculations,

goodbye business, the whole thing, industry, even sex like any other, even

more important than another, than all the others. The others have to rely on

sex too to sell their goods, all advertising based on sex. With sex you

sell everything, all sex, only sex, misery, sex.

about nothing else.

So they're good and they do what they have to. All very proper. They're a

proper job. Just like Paolo. Always efficient, symmetrical, on the ball.

There he is.

Yes,

I think.

Yes, of course it's him.

I'd like to know the physical dangers, if any, for the passive part in anal

intercourse. I enjoyed that sexual experience very much.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Like at home, when I left a fellow in the house opposite across the way,

watching, peeping, while I undressed.

I knew he was poised behind his window.

I'd seen him sometimes.

Maybe he even took some photos of me.

But I enjoyed myself tantalizing him, and it excited me, like the nights when

I left the light on, and Paolo wanted to close the curtains.

No, I said, it's no use. It's hot.

No one's around.

Well, all the time I knew that fellow must have been by the window of the

opposite house.

But Paolo didn't want it. He wanted silence, darkness, mystery.

He always wants silence, darkness, mystery.

But what mystery?

That's the whole trick.

They invent mystery where there isn't any. This is their great discovery.

Keep everything hidden.

Everyone in the dark so the mystery breathes mystery and fear.

But instead, no.

Bloody hell, air, lights on, open window. No mystery, no fear.

Once in a week. It's really a little thing, only on Saturday night.

But Paolo is always so efficient, symmetrical, diligent, only on Saturday

night.

And meanwhile, I was getting undressed very slowly, and even excited.

And Paolo was excited.

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And so we started making it on the bed, and Paolo did it, and I did it, without

fear, without mystery, etc., etc.

And when we had almost got to the best bit, then tick, I switched off the

light, and top.

But what is he doing?

Stupid. What an approach.

Oh, well, one approach is as good as another. Like dancing.

Come on, move. Let's go.

One, two, three.

Stupid. But if, for example, I walk without a skirt, why not?

Let's see, first of all, quiet, and then one, don't look back, two, go on

walking, three, don't wiggle, four, it's time for decision, five, even Paolo

tells me, six, well, what's wrong with that, seven, I made like that, eight, I

can walk only like that, nine, there's nothing, ten, to be ashamed of, I'm

sure, eleven, that my bottom, twelve, is nothing at all, thirteen, to hide,

fourteen, but surely, of course, fifteen, that also in front, sixteen,

I'd like to be seen, seventeen, naked, eighteen, to see nineteen, look in his

face, twenty, everybody says twenty-one, that I've got beautiful breath 22 when I

jumped in 23 either I run 24 I dance 25 they also dance beautifully 26 it's not

a lie 27 and then 28 who are they 29 don't know 30 and 1 31 really I don't

know

doesn't understand my fault i've dragged on for too long now stop yes but if then

there are consequences complications think of paulo's face if i give him a

little negro by the way what's the date today the 7th last month i got it on the

17th this time just wait it'll come on the 13th sunday's the 8th monday the 9th

tuesday 10th wednesday 11th thursday 12th friday 13th we'll already be back

in rome why then considering i'm here don't i take advantage of it Why not the

pill or something else?

Yes, so I won't have all this worry about pregnancy.

No doubt at all. Freedom to have children when you want to, only if you

want to. For a woman, real freedom.

Just this.

Only then you can do it when you want to, as you want to, where you want to,

with whoever you want to.

Oh yes, I'll go in. In some way I'll make them understand.

Now I'm ashamed, ashamed, ashamed.

If I knew I had to be fitted, I wouldn't have come in.

Run away.

What a fool I made of myself.

Anyway, I'm here, I'll stay.

And then what's up?

He's a doctor, just a doctor, so stop.

I'm ridiculous, stupid, ridiculous.

Think of other things.

Be indifferent, look nonchalant, emancipated, used to such things.

Yes, as though he wouldn't understand that it makes me laugh.

I'm nervous, hysterical, an idiot.

Of course it's a very useful thing. Nothing to say, simple, plain, quick.

You just go in and ask.

No appointment?

What appointment?

If you make an appointment, then at the last minute you think it over and you

don't do anything.

So instead, come on, let's go.

In and out. Without thinking a lot.

And now what's he doing?

He's putting on contraceptive fingers.

Why? Don't know.

Perhaps not to leave fingerprints.

What a fool I am. Like a murderer.

Well, of course.

Really, I say.

I think he's got a murderous face.

If he really were a sexual maniac, yes.

Yes, like that one scene in the park.

Outraged, raped, murdered Italian woman found strangled Hyde Park.

Fine title. Like the one read yesterday.

Hotel waitress found strangled, tortured.

Looked like she'd been kept prisoner for weeks.

Outraged every day a bit. Her pussy full of dead cigarette butts spouted out

inside.

Even the other one who was following me looked like a murderer.

Grabbed, caressed, slammed, strangled, cut up.

After all, what's a cut?

What is it? Just a cat.

And now what's he doing? He excites me. I get excited.

Oh, God, I cry. Oh, God. I know the wound must be dilated like when I am

excited. Otherwise, it's no use.

I know the size doesn't correspond.

Oh, God, Paolo, Paolo. Yes, if I think of Paolo.

Paolo, Paolo.

But with Paolo, I don't always get excited. Only a bit.

Sometimes, not even a bit.

Perhaps because he's always so symmetrical, proper, regular, he doesn't

care at all about me.

Certainly, anyway, I'd like to try the Negro's one.

With the Negro, yes.

With him waiting for me outside.

Inside. Yes, inside. Yes.

Paolo, no.

Paolo, yes.

Paolo, no.

Paolo, yes. Paolo, yes.

Yes, yes.

Forbidden.

Okay. Number 65.

Still here.

Okay, he understood. I understood.

Just an attraction.

Yes, an attraction.

Stronger, different.

To try, see, dare do what is always believed to be forbidden.

No. Don't move yet.

Wait.

Well, now you can go.

Now you are free.

Now you are ready.

Didn't you know that your misty eyes haven't seen?

They've been telling lies and dreams for

so long.

But now you begin to read.

Use some arou-

be set.

you've been a fish in a big ocean swelling seas

of so much devotion saying please

for so long

you've never known which way

to swim on which wave

Don't behave Don't have

Let's say goodbye to subterfuge and shame.

Let's summarize the morals of the game.

Life's too short to reprehend.

Why don't you relax, unwind, unbend?

Live from this, tell you.

tomorrow.

Free your women, let them do anything

and everything they want to do.

Throw down the mask and don't be vexed.

Let's tell the truth, it's not complex.

So join the fight and don't

of disillusion.

Let the sun burn out and erase our confusion.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You that couldn't read any

shame of any kind, now you read.

Best to walk the mind With you With you With

you With you With you I want to

run Hand in hand across the seas I wave goodbye to past Standing

on the keys

It has been established that the average length of erection is 5 inches and that

the average number of strokes required to complete the operation is 75.

Therefore, 300 inches are slipping in and out, out of 14

,467,000 women each night.

In other words, the nightly ration is...

billion sixty two million eight hundred and sixty seven thousand inches and

that's an awful lot of peter the point of the issue is am i getting my

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