AXIOLOGY

She, once again, saw in his searching gaze the impossibility for him to get hard and she hated him for it, since replacements were not available, but she acknowledged that the scarcity of new sex partners allowed a definitive numerical reality.  Furthermore, she knew axiological searches resting in a misread continuum of prolonged deliberations provided him with unfolding assumptions that stayed in an accepted and needed cloudy finality, no way in conjunction to the absolute casting of his sexual prowess. Yet, his convenient compressed state amazed her, its comprehensive stall, a closure awaiting the insurgency, bedded in axiological diligence, quick nods, primary moves, the centrality of it all carried by preferences, featured acceptations inadvertently rendered to her to further understand “her keep at it man.” She knew value worth rests still, while presenting no taint, modeled at nothing, but a concerted “moral upheaval value stridden determinate,” a stipulative definition in a collective hold, but it was more, for his fixation made her hot, this dumb, blatant, search happy, no-fuck tease.