A woman is an experiment in totalitarian rage. An embodiment of bloodless coups and sadistic indoctrination. Stability is a static tectonic plate on the roiling, molten magma. A man could only wish to be the insipid creature in her vibrant habitat, or the stereotypical camel to her proverbial, elusive desert mirage.
A woman is an erroneous weather forecast that will ruin your weekend or leave you stranded in a thick forest. A relief mission that proselytizes and discriminates. A gift to the unrepentant flock by the non-existent gods.
A woman is an evocative manifestation of mobs and illicit trade. Of highly coveted smuggling routes and turf wars. Of territorial conflicts and nuclear stand-offs.
A woman is like a lean-to structure; she’s only as good as the mountain of excuses she’s built her life upon. She’s only as good as the fan-base she’d grown through her theatrics. A woman is an experiment in primal rage. Of the inarticulate neurotransmitters or the lack there-of.
A woman stands in defiance to international inquiries and fact-finding missions. It’s the timeless and most outrageous bias of history; that a woman is always granted the permission to self-investigate wrong-doings.
A woman is an experiment in propaganda; sweet, hypnotic and brainwashing propaganda. And we, men folks, will always fall for it.
P.S. Just so that the TRA don't think I'm posting porn and block me for it; the above are artistic impressions of Blaqis (the Queen of Sheba), Hatshepsut (the Pharao queen), Cleopatra and Zenobia (queen of Palmyra).