Semen, the Sacred Water, is theSpiritual Union of man and God.Giving worship and pleasure to Cockis the Cockworshiper's responsibilityand Path. Taking...and worshipingSeed is the Cockworshiper'scovenant of faith and commitment tothe coming world, a world in whichPhallus is omnipresent in life andCock is worshiped freely and withoutcensure. A world in which all mengive themselves not to war and hatebut to worship and constantadoration.Your religion, Cockworshiper, is alsoyour politics. When you. ”“Why?” she said, setting it down next to her.“Because there’s a chance I could marry Jessica, not Bethany. And I plan to have Kara as my wife as well.”“Jesus Christ, Yankee! What the heck have you been up to? I mean, were you sippin’ daddy’s whisky and smokin’ some wacky tobacky?”“Nope. I’m going to have two wives. Kara is going to be one of them. Bethany is most likely the other, but it could be Jessica.”“You are plum crazy! How can you have two wives? They’ll lock you up for that!”“I’ll only. " And miss out on sweating off a few pounds? Not a chance." Like you need to lose anything." Oh please." As she walked past, she delivered a backhanded slap to his chest. "I'm going to go read my book."Whereas outside hinted at oppression, inside smacked them with a wooolen fist of coal-fired staleness, like walking through damp cotton, breathing through a moldy sock. They had learned to move as little as possible once the front door closed. He peeled to his boxers and grabbed a water bottle. Everything was completely as she had left it. It was possible, she thought to herself, that in her excitement before, she had left the door unlocked. It seemed probably actually. She hadn’t really been herself lately and perhaps all this excitement got her a little silly. She tried to breathe in some calming breaths and made her way to her bedroom. It was difficult to refocus her attention, but she decided to start with picking out her clothes. She opened her closet to search through her.