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<p align="center"><font size="6"><em><strong>Excerpt:</strong></em></font></p>

<p align="center"><font size="7"><strong>Diary of a Penis</strong></font></p>

<p align="center"><font size="6"><strong>By</strong></font></p>

<p align="center"><font size="6"><strong>John Alejandro King</strong></font></p>

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<p><strong>This morning I was walking along a corridor on the
ground floor of CIA Headquarters when it occurred to me that
moving along that darkened passage was in some ways reminiscent
of a near death experience. Then I thought that it was also like
being a penis moving lovingly inside a vagina. So then I thought
&quot;The soul traveling along its passage toward the Light, and
a penis moving lovingly through a vagina, are these not the same
in some largely inexplicable though definitely true sense?&quot;
It was at precisely that moment, as I entered the ground floor
corridor that leads to The Bubble (the darkest, most remote part
of CIA Headquarters yet, almost paradoxically, the part
that&#146;s closest to the Main Entrance), that I had the
following revelation: </strong></p>

<p><strong><i>I am a penis&#133;</i></strong></p>

<p><strong>&#133; Did you ever notice that the two Headquarters
buildings at CIA are like a pair of large boobs? Admittedly the
two structures aren&#146;t exactly alike, but then, how many
pairs of mammary glands are perfect symmetrical duplicates? I
know </strong><strong><i>mine</i></strong><strong> aren&#146;t.</strong></p>

<p><strong>&#133; I used to be so concerned about worldly things.
I spent all my time fighting for a higher place in the pecking
order at work, trying not to get blamed if I or someone else
pulled a boner, etc. But all that changed forever after I
realized what I truly am. And the change has been significant
both in my personal life and in my profession. Indeed, a point
that I need to keep driving home in the books I&#146;m writing: </strong><strong><i>To
realize you&#146;re a penis can have a profound effect on your
career.</i></strong><strong> To give just one example, this
afternoon I was at a meeting at CIA Headquarters. During the
meeting we were debating the best way to undertake a certain
highly classified project, when someone asked me my opinion.
After I had made my recommendation another officer (who appeared
to have a lot of emotional capital invested in his own plan)
offered one reason after another why my recommendation was
inappropriate and his plan should be adopted. When he had
finished and all eyes at the table turned toward me to see how I
would respond, I nodded and with a genuinely friendly and
admiring tone of voice said to my fellow intelligence officer
&quot;Truly, your penis is large.&quot;</strong></p>

<p><strong>To be honest, he seemed kind of taken aback, which I
guess I can&#146;t fault him for. After all, how often in our
inhibited, repressive society does one see an opponent suddenly
abandon the fight and, in a magnanimous and totally loving way,
extend himself to the other person? It just goes to show the
power of </strong><strong><i>penis consciousness</i></strong><strong>
(which is really nothing other than </strong><strong><i>truthfulness
and love)</i></strong><strong> to disarm opponents and impress
the neutral (I&#146;m referring here to the other people at the
table, who were clearly intrigued by my statement, so much so
that all of them were at a complete loss for words). No doubt
about it, recognizing and actively embracing that I&#146;m a
penis has definitely caused me to be viewed as a special person
at work. On the other hand, although I&#146;m a penis I
haven&#146;t noticed any envy on the part of my friends or
coworkers.</strong></p>

<p><strong>&#133; Here&#146;s a thought: Is a vagina really just
a penis&#146;s way of making another penis? Or is a penis really
just a vagina&#146;s way of making another vagina? And what role
do boobs play in this universal drama of life? It seems that, the
more questions we answer regarding our penis and vagina natures,
the more new questions we raise.</strong></p>

<p><strong>&#133; Einstein once said &quot;Man&#146;s greatest
victory is dying.&quot; I think, in the equations for length
contraction, increase in mass, and time dilation in his Theory of
Relativity, Einstein intuited what we call &#145;near death
experiences&#146;. And I </strong><strong><i>also</i></strong><strong>
think it&#146;s just possible that in these very same equations
Einstein intuited </strong><strong><i>the penis coming into all
things</i></strong><strong>. I mean, if coming into all things
isn&#146;t man&#146;s greatest victory, then what </strong><strong><i>is,</i></strong><strong>
for God&#146;s sake?</strong></p>

<p><strong>&#133; This morning at work I got a call on my secure
phone from a young woman who works for CIA Security. Her name is
Mary. She said she needed to get together with me to talk about
something. Deciding to come straight to the point, I asked her if
it had anything to do with my writing about penises. She politely
said she&#146;d let me know what it was about when she saw me.
I&#146;m supposed to link up with her on Thursday afternoon.</strong></p>

<p><strong>&#133; This afternoon I drove to the outbuilding where
Mary the security officer works. I entered through the door and
walked down the long corridor toward her room. It reminded me of
the time I was in that passageway at CIA Headquarters and first
realized that I&#146;m a penis. Reaching Mary&#146;s office, I
tentatively stuck my head in and said hi. &quot;Oh,&quot; she
said, slightly startled, &quot;Come in&#133;&quot;</strong></p>

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