Written some time ago, by a close friend of mine, Peter More, himself a legend amongst men.
In a world full of hatred and bigotry, where love is an over-exploited,
commodity,
NoRM stands out as a beacon of true, beautiful and priceless love.
In a world of alienated leaders and intrusive, social barriers,
NoRM is a true leader of all people. A freeing, liberating agent of democracy.
In a world of fallen idols, failed gods and faithless religeons,
NoRM is a saint. A guiding angel. A god amongst men.
In a world of limp, flacid thoughts,
NoRM stands proud as an erect pillar of inspiration.
In a world of siliconized artificiality,
NoRM is a warm, pert, petite breast of natural perfection.
In a world of negative emotions and near-constant lows,
NoRM is an orgasm. A peak of sexual ecstasy. A tidal-wave of unbridled
pleasure. A hurricane of frenzied excitement. An atomic explosion of
sensual radiation. A big bang to end all big bangs.
In a world of almost infinite deities, and ever increasing heros.
There is only one NoRM.
Copyright Peter More, 1993.
Last updated: Thu, May 9 1996
Norman McBride ·
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