A HEALTHY DIET? A Philosophy You Can Taste

	"Will you… eat me?"
	I purred politely.

	The reply didn’t just bounce; 
	it pulled a feral, hysterical gymnastics routine off 
	the dusty walls, hyperventilating between a panic attack 
	and an invitation, ricocheting off the ceiling fans 
	before face-planting, before landing, warm and 
	slightly breathless, somewhere in the vicinity of "yes."

	Like all sweaty, late-night post-modern philosophy,
	the whole proposition was beautifully brain-damaged.
	The question utterly collapsed under its own horniness—
	way too much primal hunger
	shoved into a microscopic G-string of words.

	Ah, the agonizing kink of embodied didacticisms!
	The utter double-jointed absurdity of existence! 
	And yet… why, I wondered, sprawled across the sticky 
	ruins of our debate, is existentialism so hard to swallow?

	More pressingly: where, philosophically speaking, 
	where should our reproductive fluids go? 

	Camus ghosted this question entirely.
	Nietzsche strongly implied but declined to commit. 
	Derrida wrote fourteen hundred pages on the subject 
	and somehow made it less clear than before he started.

	And so here I am: 
	Drowning in rising, rude waves of lust,
	still wading through the floppy, 
	half-baked edging of many dead white guys
	who produced little more than books.

	Am I just a sad buffet of flaccid reasoning,
	undercooked climaxes, and lukewarm theorems 
	that leave persons intellectually blue-balled? 

	Let's skip all trepidation; 
	the point is filthy-simple:
	Existentialism isn't that damn hard to swallow
	Once we flick the logic clean,
	suck on the axioms,
	and roll raw theorems across the tongue
	like contraband ecstasy.

	Yes! Hell yes! Drop the payload, buddy.
	The mind is feral & the body is screaming.
	This metaphor has been standing by the bed 
	in latex for over twenty minutes.
	Unzipppp!


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from Heart Scenes: Emotional Landscapes via Art, Poetry, & Prose by T Newfields
Short Summary:  Desire and philosophy collide hungrily, demanding something tender, reckless, and finally satisfying.
Long Summary:  A zany, eroticized satire stripping existential philosophy down to its bare, 
	lustful essentials, demanding we stop overthinking and start tasting life’s wildest desires.
Keywords:  sensual philosophy, desire, existentialism, appetite metaphors, playful eroticism, 
	intellectual satire, embodiment, hunger for meaning, indulgence, provocative writing

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 1983 in Nagoya, Japan ❤ Finished: 2026 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

NOTE: This piece was partially generated with AI tools for styling and ideation; human editing was then applied. 

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