OR they're all tsundere for me
women like outsiders, want a cool Han Solo.
yet Loser is a loner too! Loser's cool, too, in his rebellion at Selection—
thus at ALL LIFE, at LIFE ITSELF!
perhaps they don't like rebels, then? are Seeking men completely into Life, in spiffy uniform?
OR they're all tsundere for me, all from the Japanese tsun [to turn away] + dere-dere [lovey-dovey] for me, all a Simpsons' parody of Miramax Jane Austen for me:
can't-stand-to-love-me-but-they-do-so-they-React-at-me, haughty then they're feisty then they're clingy?
my vision of the Channing-Ape
from naked mingle hear the murmured coaxing out of Beby—
a Copulex who wordly urgeth beby beby beby so their bebying is a vow, it’z a rite to summon Beby and they keep me out easy from their blessèd Nest, their Clearing where the coitus happens.
a Primal scene: a laughing Gang pointing as he's coming into consciousness of this our World & this his comic place in it.
also it's a vision of my distant mom & dad. for i, too, am Progenon of winners, i am in it. their haughty Selectivity—it outputs even Mutants! their haughty Selectivity—without it there's no Life and so they smile out proud from their Bower in the grassland—
not at me per se—but they’re copulators proud who thus've parented the Tree, me included.
the Channing-ape too: he's a Composite of many long excursions in Mutation—
he's an Outcome of the freaks, so i AM his fallen Son & am his DADDY!