POST GRADUATION

December 7, 2006

This has the feel of the last picture show. Maybe the TheraFlu has a wrap-up quality in addition to its lethal lethargy-inducing power. The twelve year wait is coming to an end in just a few weeks and the tone of these ramblings, if they were to continue, would reveal the haste they'd be given, a noticeable dearth of the delerium these past 20 months of words have produced. The grand opening in January will lead to grandeur unlike we've yet to experience up to this point. That is said will full reverence and gratitude to the CC and God.

December 1, 2006

Reality is not:
1) expecting to get a pass by lying or
2) apologizing your way out of getting it wrong or doing wrong. Believing that when you do or say something that will hurt, that just by saying "Sorry" continuously you can unhappen it, emphasizing that we came out of a Euro-culture featuring revolt of the have-nots, the real source of betrayal. And, by the way, our revolutionaries taught us the pleasure of pleasuring yourself with the acceptable help a la mandingo, until the revolution when people as chattel no longer flushed. So when the peace/love revolution came at the same time some of us were salivating from nutting up serially, guess who tried to use that excuse to ward off the suicide? Fortunately, it worked at that moment, but cemented the lesson on my soul to never get that close to oblivion again. Fast forward to reality once more, and all salivating comes from extreme simultaneous close encounters with loved ones and those sorries are non-existent. Seated between my lover and my beloved, I surge hearing the refrain "take these broken wings and learn to fly" and know I'm here because she taught me to fly and she flies with me to the places I dreamed about, the places where "each time I look at you is like the first time" echoes inside me. My beloved felt the love in her touch, affirming her acquiescence that I'm in great hands. All of this is in a world where obscurity makes the most sense and devotion is a natural outcome, devotion to her. . The peace/love revolution never stopped being targeted except now it no longer refers to boning that yoot over there. It is a reality that simplifies as it satisfies. Skeptics have skeptdar, so you get used to being exclusively with those whose trust is DNA'd in your soul, right there next to avoiding edges on the precipice. The top has no edges.

November 24, 2006

Johnny can you hear me? Here's Johnny.. Kind of wide at the shoulders and narrow at the hips, Big Bad John. THERE IS NO JOHN! The assignment is to describe someone you admire exhaustively and explain why. My cousin studied under Bertrand Russell, for crissakes. Everybody uses their parents as Most Admired. I'm hopelessly in love with my idol and tomorrow I'll be holding on to the person who bombarded me with greatness in my most formative years, so where do I go with this assignment? To Johnny, a fricken composite of brilliance, insight, charisma and undeserved reverence. Maybe that exemplifies my shortcomings better than any empty whiskey bottle or incomplete deliverable during my lifetime. So let me tell you about Johnny. When everyone was watching Davy Crockett on TV, he watched Navy Log. When everybody was boppin' to Dion and the Belmonts and the Diamonds, he played Thelonious Monk and Sinatra records while swilling cough syrup 'cause his father put a lock on the liquor cabinet. When every guy was fixing up old cars after getting their driver's license, he convinced his Dad to buy a dual quad 409 with a 456 rear if he came up with the cash to pay for the hi-speed options. When every guy was on the list to be drafted, he got into a reserve unit and missed out on the debacle in Southeast Asia. He knew the two senators from every state but almost got recycled for not being able to complete the mile run in under 9 minutes. When everybody was embellishing the vaporware qualities of CAD software, he modeled complex interactive systems and saved an executive's ass by collaborating as a partner for token dollars. When he was asked to take a nude picture of a friend in an embrace with the guy's wife, he made a mirrored shadow box made from the negatives clustered in a daisy pattern sandwiched between sheets of glass that was blue ribbon quality. When he came from Berkeley to teach evening classes on business management, he left an indelible message that business is ALL about the people doing it. And when it came time to leave it all behind, Johnny sat next me all the way across the country on my way to begin life as a free man in the arms of my desert flower who lifted me into serenity where Johnny is required no more. Maybe many others have communed at the altar of final destination and they understand that it never would have happened if it were not for Johnny. But if not, don't keep guessing. Mom and Dad make everything possible (Dad's swimmers and Mom's nurturing) but getting there is possible mostly from that virtually endless list of contributors who comprise the Johnny genome. All hail the power. Wake me when this is over. Amen

November 23, 2006

The ride back from gathering provisions today was an unlikely event for the idea to sink in. These are definitely going to be the final postings in this exercise that began almost twenty months ago. Part of me thinks just when they're starting to get pretty good, out comes the plug and the other part says maybe I stayed too long at the fair. The caveats are simply that I was going for truth using streams of consciousness, including mixing the art just as it appeared and struck the Go button. The word choices were mostly having fun with words that popped up into the streams, not because they clarified or even made sense, but because they felt right, like picking a color scheme, or a decision to use a major to minor chord change. Earlier, I dwelled on the dominant between the data gathered surfing or the choices leading to sites itself (a funny way to get that feeling of accomplishment). Her encouragement during the entire run was the proof it was a worthwhile pursuit (secure, harmless, contained, home-based, therapeutic, amygdala stimulating, meme capturing, zone inducing, spiritual, nurturing, comprehensive, harmonious, energizing {{OK, mentally stimulating, the physical activity that interspersed with it comes with thanks to the CC }}. I almost want to just keep adding to the list but it glares softly as is that it is a big decision today and driving back from Lee's is truly an unlikely event during which to experience this level of closure. She has my full attention and will even after my hands no longer can apply my adoration to her head. Contentment abounds from some of the stuff I did here, something that always used to make me get friend's and family's opinion. That was before enlightenment. How bright the light from afar. How sustaining the glow from gratitude takes you through perpetuity.

November 20, 2006

The thing about watching movies for over 50 years is eventually figuring out what to do about the affinity you develop for actresses. Early on, it's doing a love scene with Jane Russell. Later on, it's Katherine Hep and Hanoi Jane affixing a realization in your psyche about brainy babes that Patsy and Edina take to new heights of hilarity. Gotta love those actresses and you, too, Gertie and Mona. You don't want to lock yourself out with no key for when they're playing the part of being dumped without the humor of Ross and Chandler. Not that it matters if you're dumped or the dumpor, the futilty of arguing is like the futility of war minus the body bags. So don't be with that actress when she's playing the part of being hit with a lexiconical right when it was said in between telling her how beautiful she is and how much you savor her company. Or if you find yourself there, disregard the preferred silence and proceed to holiday family spirit. Not the one that's NOT there, but the one that's actual. People who love you let you be as corny as a willow - just being ribald here {{knows nobody uses corny anymore, especially when it's restless as a willow and corny as Kansas as accompaniment...}} - truly happy that you're in love; never wanting you to get a life. If you discover that your fixation is because they take direction, you've missed the Segway, Charlie

November 17, 2006

Live to the point of tears. ~~Albert Camus

The physicist today on the radio admitted to pulling off to the side of road from the emotional onslaught from blues on the radio (vision blurred by tears..). My face assumes the distraught look even if the sobs are suppressed during some melodies and relevant words. Physicist guy says that's what music is supposed to do. Gotta get that under wraps so not to embarrass us again while among public. Maybe that's why under the covers always gets the top vote for where to play. I suppose you could say all it takes is two lazy people to make under the covers the place of choice but there's a symmetry there that caps the matching skins and our co-tenancy of the soul. Like the leaves, dropped from the ash tree and blown into the palm fronds, a team comprised of mutually exclusive maturations, entangles with a flawless fit night after night, wakening at dawn with more appreciation than a five year old copier. So happy. Boo-hoo.

November 15, 2006

Gazing askance in the reflecting pool
Remembering the imploring words to speak in prose
Leaving the poetic to the masters
Act like a man
My output shouts
Get to the point
The point is the total package at the end of the day
Resembles dick drips on the floor of worth
Self interest that doesn't always interest
Too much about the zone
And the fulfillment of completion
The world is hemorrhaging faradays of wisdom
While visionaries retch from attack ads
And pimples on the ass of sanity
The dying must wonder what brought them there
While the chosen collective
Basks in beams of awareness
Crooning love tunes
Through our beautiful soul
Think of how long Connie & Dave would tell this story
Ending on the same vintage note
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return

November 15, 2006

She talked about streams and I thought of formative years. Trying to change or influence the streams seems like the 1st thing to try if at all OCD. I thought, if an OCD unified with an ADD, would the DADCOD that results end up in a fish 'n chip platter? I am DADCOD and she is DADCOD and our streams flow together, at least until sleep takes over. If we dreamstream, like we daystream, can we change them or influence them? I revere the daystreams and want that for her, too. Slicing through the zeitgeist to find the collective streams, the direction by angels to actualize the way to dwell in the house of love forever. Gathering her strength that made it possible to get through 12 years of heat, makes nothing impossible in all days ahead. Sounds like an infomercial, but acts like a soap opera, a hands-on sensory stimulator

November 14, 2006

Enculturation By Prose
Discerning how much of the web education is a result of the words or the actual experiences involved getting to the words is today's question. It's not actually getting known by strangers that gets these words here but rather the multi-way to get access to them a la safety deposit box storage (first time in my life I could get to important papers......lesson: minimize storage of important papers). My vote leans more towards the surfing experience, which is responsible for illuminating how mangling the pixels found here is so much more satisfying than competing against brilliant creators. Applying that lesson to the value and quality of the thoughts here, expressed in playful ways, is the raison d'etre for capturing streams of consciousness on a regular basis. I read so many words during the unfolding which explain things I never thought were worthy before. Part Two November means the proximity of the Ultimate release is so few weeks away. Thanks to the CC and the Great Spirit.

November 10, 2006

My Parade of the Vices, lifetime edition, always mentions cigarettes..non-filtered Camels, Half & Halfs, blah-blah. Smoked all through the teens, part way into my 20s and occasional flair-ups the rest of the years. Then there's alcohol...an 18 month give-up during the most stressful work period in the lifeline, two meetings @ AA to complete the assignment from therapist # 3 (and last). Both are non-issues in the Dreamland escapade. But then there's sex. Started too young (4), fell in love too many times (I tho't), found out what love sex was all about in my 2nd 50 years but the practice has been kept up, modified by the realities of go with the flow as it's lived in the New Millennium and revered more so than ever (does anyone use more so any more?) Important to emphasize sex is no longer the vice it was in former life. Transcendence way up where the bed feels like a flying carpet on which conversation, laughter, cherished sleep and passive entertainment accompany the take us there productions that happen spontaneously. The endless reminders about my root chakra are more than a stuck groove on a broken record. The magic happens where we're trading the lead, sometimes simultaneously. It's not by accident. It's the payback from using the tricks in Learning How to Learn. So the parade of vices is briefer than the Parade of Virgins in ______________(fill-in name of place you wish to defame here) which got cancelled due to one virgin being sick in bed and the other had sore feet. No vices to parade - is that eviable? I envy myself. All that vice space is filled up with my limitless array of receptors for the joys and beauty in these times [hold the Louis Armstrong song]. She'll get at least the minimum 12 years of post-grad ecstasy with my assurance, then 12 more, then 12 more....

November 8, 2006

Think about the person you want to be and do what that person would do. Act the way that person would act. Amazingly enough, once you start acting like that person, people will start treating you like that person.
~~Michael Montoure

Matching the patterns comes surprisingly easy to a guy who can't figure out some of the most basic stuff after all those years. The concept of God as a religious figure goes way back to Rittenberg's and Wissahickon Plush Mills. My asthma stopped the miasma from acting out the part right before finding the collective consciousness in the desert. Oh sure, sneezes erupt like dactyls with hard Ks but where the vapor once triggered frightening reckonings, solitude in the grotto is now the go to spot for answers and direction. I knew that the "no other God" edict was protection by thwarted exposure to the CC, not a bad shamanic teaching, but so flagrantly ungodlike. The pleaser label never bothered me probably because schmoozing and sucking up came as easy as pattern matching. The contrarian accusation stuck in my amygdala, most certainly playing a part in these pathetic on duty dreams that won't go away. There's a lingering response to doing what told to do that fits the contrarian profile which probably explains why knowing the liquor is quicker, I still don't like to direct. It must be a variation to the sloppy seconds revelations from the 60s where even though you just had to ask, it never connected on a soul level. We're in the era where fingers to the mouth is on par with picking your seat, so no warm up is any longer possible. So maybe it will eventually be cleared like the elevator/train ride dreams. The walk through daylight is ever so much more satisfying, as long as the tugger makes that fascinatin' rhythm

Novemnber 7, 2006

Understanding God picks up exponentially when you find the love you were seeking all along. The barrier to non-believers often? is the fear that interested people will take you for just being influenced by One {{G O D }} so no real exchange of self is ever going to include you. It's the point that God (Love ) is the main ingredient whether you believe life is the vessel and love is the content, or love is the vessel AND the content. It's like go after the non-believer if you think that gives you a better chance of becoming their One they believe in. Some non-believers never experienced love even within their family, so if they fall for you, make sure they are OK with becoming a believer, 'cause if it's love, you'll become a believer eventually (sooner than later..). It's just that everything they said about God is Love is correct. When you find love, you find God, at least that's the sequence in my existence. And when you focus on things that came with the Creation's Big Bang instead of focusing on just other people, the love expands to bigger skies and farther horizons. The affirmation that follows never distances you from the love that brought you the understanding. It comes from a collective understanding expressed by various examples, i.e. plantings, points of solutions, visual beauty, ethereal beauty, words that begin with vag- did you know vagrant comes from females who rant and rave? It's understanding that God (Love ) is there whether you take it or not. When you take the one who cherishes the excitement and the exchanges which make that excitement keep on keepin' on, then you've supped at the cistern of 230s. New locations of pleasure centers and two sets of open arms meet at the Y, fueling energy surge inflections bordering on the chaotic and driving out the DNA frenetically. I'm thinking it may be the naughty aspect that brings it home (maybe that and the frequency). Hands of a goddess, that goddess of love.

November 6, 2006

Trapped:
An experience told by a mere mortal with warts.

Dedicated to Collazo Il Duce

Last thing I remember is turning the corner into the lavatory which would be more aptly named for the fecal qualities it projected instead of the hand washing it suggests. Next thing I know, I'm catching glimpses of loved ones viewing my embalmed body as I travelled through the light. It would take too many words to explain how I got to be trapped, but let's mention the temporary euphoria workin' with the research boys on Christian Street and the most fabulous closing ceremonies ever engaged by working stiffs. Perfect eponymousy spot known as The Family. The drinks flowed, the tributes echoed and you couldn't walk way without feeling feted for bringing home the results required. The trapped part lived openly in my head, a well-paying supervisor spot but in a constricted environment that gripped my colon like an arm wrestler's squeeze when shaking hands. The paycheck was too sweet to give up for reasons of the No Room to Express variety. So it lingered until the career interrupting selection on this project that sounded like a Flash Gordon movie. I found out what collegial love felt like for the first time and it catapulted me outside the somber drafting area to where my Dom DeLuise imitations received the ovations they deserved. I never felt the squeeze again until the set got broken down by the permanenties, leading to the end of the day on the freefall that followed. The thing was I had to forego all of those gut sessions that typified everyday there, just to convince the evaluators that I was fully back undistracted. The skunk works aspect of those 18 months branded us all with labels of dissenters since we were openly acting as agents of change. It was just that apparent to me that I must reign in all those exaltations tasted outside the trap, so I constricted then they killed me. Would I do it all over again? Is granola a record player covered with dermal imitations of grandmoms' elbow swatches? That's a smartass yes. All over again. Wonder what ever happened to our leader who turns out that he worked the system to make it seem like a seminal happening instead of a job killer that the technology appearing there was Holy Grail . Heard he was dealing blackjack somewhere. So, here's to all you inmates, trapped in the confines of our own making. I wish I were there to rejoin you but even in this spritual state, I can still taste the delectable flavor of freedom. The truth sets you free but love keeps you there.

November 3, 2006

When to hold 'em, when to fold 'em always brings the dichotomies from out of the lobotomies. What to cling to, what to let go. Either be part of the the solution or you're part of the problem. Stay in the moment, all else is either a promise or a cancelled check. Mind and matter, body and soul. It always takes me to there is just her and then there's everybody else and that usually curtails the mind ride. But among the others are people who are part of us and worthy of distinction rather than be lumped in with the lumps. Pristine is good, but living for pristine is a full time discipline. It's like, food for the soul needs too much attention than to be tied down living for pristine. Immaculate appearance cries for shortcuts which notches down to faux pristine. This is where uncommitted or lapsed neat freaks hide, someplace in common with malingerers, antisocials and wannabe neat freaks. It's kinda protective there, knowing full well that going au naturel worries your intimates too much, so faux pristine works on the surface. It sounds a little like do just enough to get by but it's more like letting nothing distract you from the romance experience. There's never too much and there's no end date except forever. Playtime begins at sunset tonite - this is just the foreplay.

November 2, 2006

Run for cover made sense then, still makes sense now. It keeps coming back to how to protect her when the drivers here are maddening and her biggest concern is inside her where only trusted professionals need to tread. We're almost there where we're never apart and whatever lingering anxiety remaining with my signature, will disappear. The cootchie-coo thing will morph into camouflaged passion like it always does and brave hearts face fears together. It baffles the mind how willingness to take a bullet doesn't make sacrifice the answer to everything. Getting clear what the issues are does, though. That and honestly feeling like anything is acceptable if it keeps the plate clean for romance and play. Today's brilliance is brought to us by resveratrol, thanks to Chuckie. Keeping the expectations right there at unrelenting adoration comes automatically, it seems, with the feelings associated with these words. So far, so good.

November 1, 2006

One of the things about having something incredibly good happen to you is dealing with who's expense did your happiness emanate from. By good, let's zoom to the kind of good that takes you to the highest peaks in a lifetime of ALL your good things, rather than the kind of good thing happening like your first safe ride in a Viper. The overridng truth is simply being with someone so fulfilling that your feeling of well being comes from her, instead of a sought out distraction. Among those things you have to watch out for is conversing about something meaningless to her at that moment - THAT'S the key - Moment because we're always in the moment together and if I'm talkin' blah-blah and she's focused on doing something next, we're cruisin' towards discordancy. Too many chances wasted on cheap misalignment. Yesterday's notice that a totally significant goombah's misfortunes came while all feet are firmly planted in a centering position, filtering none of the feelings associated with concern, certifies the definition jackpot winner to analogize the scoop of the impact, including the entirely new feelings associated with straddling this current peak. So here's to life and every joy it brings. Shaping those joys in continuous, endless formations ends up being in the midst of real joy shared in some manner that interprets things with a whole brain (two half-brains = one full one, get it?)........... Two heads better than one; In the restroom at work, the Boss had placed a sign directly above the sink. It had a single word on it -- "Think!" The next day, when he went to the restroom, he looked at the sign and right below, immediately above the soap dispenser, someone had carefully lettered another sign which read -- "Thoap!"

October 30, 2006

Shovel them under and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.

~~Carl Sandburg

We wonder why we can't all get along. When all your conversations have been with other dwellers who speak the language of the cultural source of your formation, it's still hard to connect on a soul level. Now add words that have different meanings and one of you will miss the point. Because the link between thoughts and the words used to describe them can overstretch even word guys, getting tone and flame content under control seem to be a must. Tell it like it is joins the devil made me do it in the dumpster of cliches. But truth is the reality that coaxes enlightenment from the cracks and now is the time for all the enlightenment we can handle. What's happening in other places means more than if it puts us at risk; it gives us clues about our system that enlighten us about our futures, too. We think we're too civilized to use the attack the weak among us as an OK tool to get to the finish first. But when you understand what is means to be young in another place compared to here, the sympathy wanes about myspace.com and daughters on the pole. Child warriors are unthinkable as are the child mothers. Where did Protect the Children go? The politics of attacking the weak works, it's now the baseline for engaging in the game, so when politicians get caught it's like protecting the children and we delight from the perp walk. Is it wrong to expect our leaders to protect the weak from injustice? Meantime, keep your nurturer hand strong

October 25, 2006

If all of this were just practice for real writing, I'd be disappointed in the level at which this is coming out after all those months. Totally beyond the "dig me" traps that I set for myself before emancipation, I promised a for me blog, saving the crap produced in my mind and fingers just as it came out, like a hot scoop on a news site, but for transparency to snapshots of what I think about and enjoy. My passing beyond pop culture, competitions as a spectator, blah-blah level-set me for changes down the road that would make these streams help me understand how to make the changes winners {NOTE the use of the competitive term]. By distancing away from what I don't understand but don't care because I get no excitement from them, I close in on what really excites me - romance with her. Have I forced her to be selective about our conversation topics by bringing up too many Oh, by the ways? Some of the stuff I talk about is, at times, peripherally interesting but there needs to be a long discussion about passion, touching on needs and wants while stressting that initiating is only one of the passion indicators and making those penetrations memorable is as fascinating a topic that I can imagine. The passion received is = to the passion generated from within. Passion from you and to you. Fear not that death while coming as a scenario is a probability. Our entire being is based on constant pleasure from endless tangles of body parts and zone encased exchanges of passion. My life is to eliminate all stress for you and add zero to the nerves list. Let's talk

October 20, 2006

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. -~~Rumi

Redemption once meant getting house stuff with green stamps at the S & H Redemption Center. That's not detracting from that learning point where you find out you will get guidance from your spiritual explorations if you explore while believing. Currently it's portrayed as hackneyed excuse for being a prick (hard line vs. soft), exploiting believers in the invisible while enabling benefaction to those who have the most to give. My redemption can be explained by hoping the prick is right, as in being aware he's saying the right things but making them up as he's going along. It's caring more that he's correct about good reality outcomes more than being pissed off for being scammed by him. What happens today is a result of what we do more than what he does or doesn't. Starting the day with fingertips, salute to the sun, gratitude for being here with her and all day to say this is resoundingly nurturing (did I forget to mention stroking her sleeping face?). I like mellow and she makes me mellow, maybe because my nervous makes her nervous. Makes us heavily lean towards happy endings instead of hardline reality. New line happy endings. Unlearning old. Like Mrs. Lee's advice from my Raddick-broken heart at 12. The ending's still happy, but the jump-start to get there's changed. When you're a romantic, be sure she is, too. Tried it the other way - it didn't work. Got here anyway. All thanks.

October 18, 2006

When I come here to read and immediately go to the oldest stuff first, I'm reading it for comprehension first then style points. But if someone wanders on to these words, I wonder how many most recent offerings they'll go through before thinking about going backwards. From oldest first, I get to benchmark the changes which are significant (staying on her path, work on my fixes, too, see-me touch-me feel-me), already getting the initial feeling when I wrote it, so, no getting bogged down on the word choices. Filtered truth is good as long as the absolute truth never gets countered. All the kudos for exceeding be careful what you wish for are legit. I'm truly watching my wish happen with every breathing moment, knowing what's ahead is beyond anything written here. Free at last, free at last {excuse that dramatization]. Joint compound. A-Team. Intimate traveller. Powered by see-me touch-me feel-me.

It seemed still-dark early to Connie when Dave awakened her, but his voice was persistent in reminding her of the difference in traffic now and later. Skip to the pull-out-of-driveway scene and Connie asks Dave, "Dave? what time is the flight again?" "we've lotsa time, Moog", Dave bullshat. Shortly, Connie noticed they passed the exit to the airport and looked at Dave and asked, "WTF, Dave?" Here is where the jet tingles - "We're trying a new deal, Moog," Dave vapor-locked to her. When they pulled into the postage stamp parking area, Connie double-dogged WTF'd this time. Dave said, "we're taking the bus which will save about $30 bucks in parking fees." "What?" "What?" Connie's incredulity couldn't be zipped. "We're going to a 4star health resort in Scottsdale and you're putting us on a bus to save 30 effen dollars? Are you crazy?" Connie hockered out with small droplets of spit, she was so livid. Dave turned and opened his window and this tall guy with a Danish accent offered to Connie, "Connie? Hi there - ready to flop into this Town Car and head for Arizona in the lap of this good lookin', no drivin' guy next to you?" Connie got a little bit wet as she looked at Dave's grin. "What a thrill, you fat bastard."

October 16, 2006

How much of what we buy in the catagory "Truth" morphs into Truth if it wasn't already, just because we bought it? Part of really, really good conversation is getting a significantly different take that makes me consider it, not blow it off and actually make improvements for us because of it. I might be thinking "good PC and TV" guy and she's getting consultative guidance about a Wet Room with a shower but when they're both talked out, what really comes out are the results we're excited about. It's what keeps these projects from being anything but a kick, like the couples on HGTV who get makeovers for TV except we skip that part and go to having the same fun without the intercession. Projects without the fun are like shitty bosses - all that mental input with so little satisfaction until everything is done. Just like good projects with a good boss, having fun while getting heads and bodies together to make it all happen just right is like sitting on a porch with feet up on the railing. All that gray matter going to woikin' for the Man is staying right here, right soon and that's a message that flavors everyday like The Kiss adorned the Rio hallway.

October 13, 2006

Help me weave the harmony around our divine gift
Melodic soundtrack like 933 hints from the background
While the glow on the interlude still engulfs us
Like Flamingo Joe's dancing porch ribbons
Your rhythm is as pronounced as the ones causing gyrations
Virtually and in person sometimes
When your touch gets a chance to get what it wants
As I revel in mesmerized silence
That love speaks like this
Our jackpot is readying for a one-seven award
Another divine gift
Perhaps as generous as
Finding each other
Producing grandeur
Emptying the rear view mirror

October 11, 2006

The word doesn't have to be "Less Talk - More Hoeding" there can be both. Good information should yield accurate corrections. I will always approach her with the intent to hold her and kiss her. Always. It keeps being the answer. Being a pattern recognition type guy, something I discovered doing this, as soon as something repeats, it becomes a piece of the pattern to me. The pattern alone can't predict anything, but it provides going-in expectations. It also contributes to routinizing things that are best sometimes when spontaneous. Like can you remember when the greetings consisted of an anxiously waiting guy at the door ready to duplicate The Kiss that was before kissing sweet became baseline - and the candlelit bath that followed guaranteed prolonged make outs? Cue Fat Bastard. The libidinous stuff gets its own page here but the voice saying "more romance" is heard and it's OK to get ready for more.

October 9, 2006

This is a story about a man who wandered from the woods into the desert and found a whole new way of living. The only thing needed to be known about his life in the woods is that it was filled with irrational and aberrant choices degrading all the good decisions. The desert life surrounds you with people who came there to get something. That's not all bad. That's if what you came to get is love. And you found it. First thing that comes to mind about desert is the climate, which is reasonably controlled. The real attribute of the desert is the perception that you're away from it all if the from is the woods, where you were surrounded by people you actually cared about. But, were it not for the love, the urge to regress could take traction, shrink satisfaction and get her poor dog a bone. Rover aspirations aside, the desert charms you with the mountains as crown molding to diffused sky colorings, as the yard folliage swings in the breeze. Makes you want to talk about it with someone who loves you - hey, that's what this is. Only the one I love sees it right next to me and describes it in like admirations. Now if this were for submission, at this junk shore, we'd be taking the plot to succombing to excessive temptations that abound in the desert, and having him be murdered by his lover who's a nurse politician. And the whole point of the story would be changed into a lesson on How do we Filter the Ugly which was Thrust Upon Us?. You want to believe you can handle ANY situation and no rehearsal should be required and my need to rehearse can be done cerebrally. But this is for just us and the plot is locked onto love's pleasures featuring the two of us, presently into P & P (oops, sorry about that P and half-P), with assistance from the CC which includes / * , and pleasure rubs of vascular rectitude. Two handers on the table are virtually impossible to lead to anything but contributions of uncontrite splashes of love juice. Boy I wish I solicited acknowledgment to stroke on, sweet rower. The rhythm was just right. And it etched your harmony with my breach so vividly I'm right back there as this comes out. Missing was her instruction to erupt, like do it for me, it's all that I want. Doesn't matter though - look what it's doing for me on a rainy Monday morning. Marie's, I'm coming..

October 7, 2006

Keeping it where it is
Why is it so hard to stay on that exact spot?
Slipping the jockeys on each morning
Convinces me there's no difference between field
sobriety gyrations and Cirque Du Soleil
Evidence of wobble even during focus on rigidity
Forget about it if you add any impairment
Stomach doesn't miss the coffee but the director does
Getting what you want without the ornery sentiments
Results in positive gears grinding against attitude
Not really worst against best
One more take will get the ending that's called for
The one where the kisses come with that wallop
And nightfall brings lasting happiness
Et tu, Starbucks?
Or not, makes no difference
Running on a moments notice is the required state
Testosterized trepidations
But the Stand By state is not up on 10 toes
Just ready to flip to them if needed
The pressure and pulse are neutral
In that black hole 933 and her body work take me
Driving the hook and ladder coming out of it
May take a minute or two
Diving right into her arms
Lasts a nighttime

October 5, 2006

The breakthru seemed to be the notion that there was a part of her that didn't like me. Turns out it was actually part of me that I wasn't crazy about. Fortunately, this threshhold we're on brings in her problem solving/results getting power here full-time. The part of me I'm altering has to do with letting go of controls. There's a big difference between letting her make the choices and making her choices MY choices by choice. She makes really cherry choices when they can be informed choices more than random picks. So here's something I wrote in April, 2003:
Careful Deliberation
Here's a restatement of the obvious - One aspect of early romances is a decision reached by some that when your mate shows a part of him/her that you don't like, you think you don't like your mate anymore. Later on you recognize your mistake and either re-commit after reconciling or you figure out with your new mate that the part or dimension of that mate that you don't like is justified - because it's the part of your mate which doesn't like you. I realize that avoiding being around people who don't like me is doing both of us a favor so withdrawal is always the going-in option. If insanity is repeating and expecting a different outcome, then sanity is realizing that and, applied to understanding relationships, leads to resolving the outcome. It's not like "I love you, but I don't love your drinking" as much as I love you in a more subdued way when you drink and your "not liking me" part comes out. I feel right knowing that things aren't right because as long as I accept there's part of me you don't like, I don't have to learn to love with all the passion as when we're receiving it as we send it to each other because the passion isn't there when the part that doesn't like me comes out. I don't wallow in the pity that it exists - doesn't do any good. The parts that like me ALOT are more prevalent and cause that effortless passion even if it's not thrust into melodious symmetry at any particular time. The passion that's observed as the ponderer is as cherished as the passion in action, curling toes and refresing endorphins as they mobilize our senses. The endorphins produced by pondering are the reason nitrates are generally more than day rates. My love for her when she's at that other place makes the solitude sanctify the soul that we share.

The Only Part of Her Doesn't Like Me was a break-thru. Oh well, it helped in some small way to get here today

October 4, 2006

Describe me with nicknames that do NOT end in y or ie.
Don't need to be dealt any cards
Faced with extinction of the soul
I found her
She exhibited that natural instinct for sweetness
I became her curator
She became my life
Words of restatement cannot hold back the flow
of what that truly means
Love forever
As the gold for the golden years
If that sounds twilighty
See what I mean about those y words?
Golden is more than olden with a G Spot
It's doing it with someone with a better understanding
We both understand better
Gotta good thing goin' on here
The possibilities are possible
That's what I want to make
That and make
Out
Oh and don't funk up the place

October 3, 2006

There is no silver bullet, kimosabe. Maybe a pewter, if you're lucky. For me, alot stems from teachers. Got one of them there Jew liberal exposures.

Lipstick in School (Author unknown)

According to a recent news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the Maintenance man who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses). To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are teachers.... and then there are educators. "True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable"~~Anonymous

The bonus turns out to be from my dealing with my aberrances before my rebirth from finding her, so I came with the serious stuff in remission. They started way back when my missteps were many and my fix list couldn't even be listed. Where I now get my fixes from her is the learning place where we both understand. Right now I'm kneeling as in prayerful and as in reviving the moustache rides, but kneeling this minute, thanks to her for the chair, to coax these words. If all I get is Rehash, I quit. Not always looking for poignant but definitely not Rehash. So the Fresh today is the realization that feeling misunderstood got me working on Positive spin IS a form of denial but so is turning the channel. It's working for me. But she says it works for her when she understands my point. We don't agree on all points but ALL the biggies. She still withholds questions but confirms all of this is not all gibberish. We stabilize on her common sense (except when it makes no sense). Plus I pre-empt while sippin' Chuckie, providing conversation material if so declined. And the P & P still curls toes.

October 2, 2006

Being ambulatory, I mosied up to the sandwich menu and ordered a Nebuchadnezzar. The bread reminded me of my pledge for no more BAD sammies after experiencing what do you call a crabcake with mouth roof-piercing shards? Shelly. But then there's no more territory to conquer between incorrigible and incorruptible - the span between unfixable and all fixed (none of us is neither) has been done. So it's more about keepin' the spark now that you've found it. We found ourself interchanged last time, but we're striving for interchangeability and we both used familiarity with our nuances to signal pleasure center IS activated where she gets to stop when the end strikes her. Next time more forearm, water buffalo hands. Hey, these hands aren't anywhere near her Stradivarius's but they've played some sweet tunes and always will. And the director's cut includes scene where the contrived turns into the real, using the example where the description of the joys of streams of consciousness, parlaying the randomness into MUST READs (well, maybe worth re-reading, to pick up the dropped pieces) leads Dr. Philz on the planet to shout "ADHD!". Stay focused - get things done, of course. There was a by-product of The Force that left a residue pronouncing "Do It Now" while the willingness was still present. We got some bad seams and bloodied fingers from that. Fatefully, we're in a Hold mode so most of day-to-day Get Dones are Rosario items that save the grey matter for CC time. She's gonna love her jingled bells this year.

September 29, 2006

The open dimension of our worlds defies equations that devolve us from remembering we are all points of compliance to the CC. The fight or flight regions get working and success comes in the form of shades between THE point man( =>) and laid back guy (c*). Now, => experience is limited to corporate and church. Positive aggressive opens doors to some memorable characters but repentedly aberrant decisions made during those experiences remind me to limit => to recurring flashes at home when expected. At least the pointer used by => home version is capable of two fister magnitude. Now c* covers most of my live and let live life. Included is a cluster of c*Too Much critiques but then there's the dictation quotient at the end that seems now the right mix for the time. The proof is how convincing binnesss time is for justification. On the threshhold of The Dream.

September 28, 2006

Something sanctimonious

Celebrating the extended hommage to overcoming my knack for making girls nervous. Probably didn't make enough eye contact back then. But something about that worked at the time in turning attention into action, costing me substantial respect and distance from my soul, hence today's celebration. The true hommage is to the sweetness of her love, swirled around the sanctuary
built upon sexual predictibility
into elegant navigation
with bite sized clusters
reinforcing the duration.

Engaged in love non-stop
Must be doing something right
The loving is the flip side of treasure hunts among the tiles
It is what all sexcapades aspire to
the kneel worthy pleasure of love

Nothing stuck about Fisher Stevens
But Ralph Bellamy was Mike Barnett brought to us by Camels
Gotta get my Vitamin D

It's very clear
No permanent marks
You know what you're doing at this stage
Sustaining the stardust laden stage is Albania
Albania, your password is chrome
Ours is the stare
Ours is at home

September 26, 2006

Do you let it happen or make it happen?
listen to your body
putting pointing out differences into Standby mode
finding the syllogisms somewhere between the chaise and the keyboard
voraciously spewing out the context of the synapse squad
aiming for somewhere between the specious and the sanctimonious
so that it makes sense to me on the stop back
but still is fun to write because of the words
so what is this? mostly let it happen
with a splatter of cognitive confluence for G spot effect
we're still in the great outdoors season
robbing (avoiding?) this of sanctimonious truths
whatever they are
Now returning later starts a different take
so last night was a 5 star rub 'n tug
and the harmony backed by List
converged
please let this reflect
the smile in my heartbeat
in duet with hers
champagne

Sep 25, 2006

Getting there meant filling the tummy void, so Crack Up fed us. Then downtown to look at overhangs, paver stones, high end swings and excess public. Then to help the boys and girls getting a bag full of needed electives. Then a walk thru Zorba for some ouzo 'ritas. Wake up next morning started at Frappuccino City and overactive Al's for some honey wheats, Milt's and a quick scoot to the spot under the umbrella where the jets stimulate and the topper, La Famiglia a la Ferraros. Love, love the action and the soundscaped kneads.

September 23, 2006

If cognitive dissonance is the lousy feeling you get when you come forth via the anuscopic highway, it is a sign of help needed and a chance at the payout. The latest jackpot is a panorama of good news which engenders attention on the latest lead: If criticism repels me, why aren't I better at it at this junk shore? Self-criticism generates its own set of corrections that I buy completely because I made the criticism of myself, myself. So I get it 1st hand if the fixes are working, cherry or funk city. Her criticism is never intended as grape stomping, so why assume the fetal position ever? I'll get better results when we both dwell in that post-graduate haven. My laziness alone reminds me there are so many more things I could get criticized about but don't. So the plan is to make her almost extinct criticisms of me be the same as self-criticism and go right to the best probable solutions. Once I get rid of that picture of me as germy, I run those fantasies about her for daytime fun. So the rest of the plan is to get rid of the governance on conscience which a bit germy has. A return to harmonic convergence. Ya go with the peter what brought ya, leaving no stern untoned. Discretion inserted here - explicity not needed. She's gotta way about her.

September 22, 2006

.

Now I lay me down on the table
Begins the fable about Betty Grable
Wacky intro announces fantasy to follow
The nightly rub out trips the kaleidescope
Coloring the ride around the block with her inspiration
Perspiration
A soundless incantation around the force field
Leaving her fingertips entering my santuary
More foreplay than sorting the recycling
I've grown accustomed to her touch
and have become CC positive
Her vaccine for the unknown
A midnight rider of angst-free dreams with
Undistributed love nectar
Giggling toddler-like at the best ponyride
Since Mona made harmonica a pitch pipe for nasty
I'm her groupie like the model who sat for Leonardo
Unaware of her destiny of posterity
The original used for tracings by oiled forearms
Combining the tissue
With our soul
Ayurvedic with a P & P flair
\_/\_/ a toast to the table - give us this day our daily
Kneads

September 20, 2006

Close calls with hefty inconvenience bypass our place here, with hefty thanks to the Great Spirit and the CC. One of those give for the good of others ruses, those contrived outcomes where duping the honest ones fuels the engine. But turns out, it's not always the money responsible for the pleasant ambiance when you get what you REALLY want. Good things happening to good people. Sometimes when you raise your hand alot, the signal sent is exactly the right one. She has the needed instincts and , oh my, those hands.

September 19, 2006

Things that are NEVER a non-event:
Everything about her

Like the one about a guy who preferred thumbs
Area of interest like a collector of stamps
Who does he meet but a lady who liked to project
Magnification
Your brain helps by using the same tools as monovision
One sees long, the other sees close
And close doesn't come close to describing the connection
Which sometimes causes twists which must be straightened out
Relying on strengths which are real
How much can I respect her strength?
Enviously? oh, no, even though
It's that magnified
Her work on her areas is five stars
Recurring P and Ps
Pilates and pokes
Breakfast for pleasure

Forever

September 17, 2006

If you think about it seriously, all the questions about the soul and the immortality of the soul and paradise and hell are at bottom only a way of seeing this very simple fact: that every action of ours is passed on to others according to its value, of good or evil, it passes from father to son, from one generation to the next, in a perpetual movement.~~Antonio Gramsci

For every follow the money there's a determination of where did it come from? competing for attention. Following the money is looking ahead with a better understanding from where it originated. The source can help us find out more about our ancestors, thus better understand ourselves. One of the things driving this is memes, or bits of reflections of our cultures, passed on from kin. So what is it from Ps and Qs passed to me do I want passed on after I pass into gas over the Red Rock cravass? See? Even using Ps & Qs shows my era as "Better mind your peez and kewes, lad..". That's a meme. Life's one big love button, babe. That's a primal meme. Evolution lets us appreciate life's glowing moments as if you're one big love button. Hands on all the other parts creates new favorites. My reciprocal still remains mired in the same 'ol same ol', though. Can't tell if it's just me flasing back to the pre-pubescent parlor or just some desire to act out something which impressed me in some smut or from some sex tale. Probably more like getting nasty during making out is just too stimulating. I'll try it and report back. Ten-effen four.

September 14, 2006

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife
The years from off your life, my friend!
The years that death takes off my life,
He'll take from off the other end!
~~Edna St. Vincent Millay

The September Express still provides great views from the speeding train. No denials to withstand questioning so even as the summer farewell is still ahead, all time possible is arranged for taking in the collective daytime offering. The description of whether the Emerson met the OTL model or the best anticipation, termed in words of emotion vs. value, struck her fancy as visionary. We can always find that place off Sugar Mountain. Help is needed to find the source of aversion to it. Can't get past high risk, low reward. Probably we'll not be there again for some time. There's something to that grass is greener remark.

September 13, 2006

Sports psychology suggests no boinking the night before a day of competition. Early understanding focused on the physical exertion, like you won't run fast on depleted legs from ejacing. Recent thoughts are more on the mellowing effects of the endorphins - hard to crash into to people with vigah when your gravity is zero, space float from the connection with the love universe. So here's the truth from an original lovenaut: I just did a yoot morning - landscaping, lifting, digging, truck delousing, cooking, cleaning and popping ideas. Old time output for this sheltered quasi- cosmologist. And among the aching bones, all I can see is a picture of her as she enters the hug space ready for some love done romantically - PLEEZE, take the CUTLERIES from my KNEES. * Binness time. . . . . . .

responsible for outcome including all fluffing.

September 11, 2006

The massage is about stress
I as the source of stress
Am I the stress barrier or carrier?
Did I receive it or deflect it?
I was always better catching than hitting
Seems like I'm a pattern recognition guy
Carrying the stress for release
In the hands of an angel
Who makes me laugh and recline in her laughter
While seriously making out
Like 1969

Torrents of love at the point of decision
Makes the choice for romance and passion
Like kissing sideways from positions of stimulation
And knowing how GOOD hot it feels
Like just before the release
When the combination of lap, head, hands
Horizontal hips to hips sinks ships that carry the stress
Out to the CC
Doing that God given decision
To feast on love

The obsession stands to get it all here
To come back to each 911
In case we want the exact words which say
All the details that come to mind
Telling what it is
Right now

Graduation's almost here, my love
Teach me tonight

September 6, 2006

So tell me what's she like? She's a 10. OK - what's her personality type? Controlling ERRRRRR! Resistance to people who are too controlling is just an unwillingness to letting someone you trust to make their choice yours. But it's like giving a hug to someone who asks for one. . . give up the controls, make her the decider and really get into her decides. Controling the environment and the direction of the act is not always a relinquishment of control over your self. You control yourself, if not where your day /nite is spent. You control if the action is soul-driven or just a MUST that needs taken care of. Like the beat-beat beat of the tom-tom....

September 1, 2006

Thinking about the ladies of Grey Garden in a musical on Broadway says alot about what's palpable in themes in our lifetime. There's a quality about being eccentic in private that softens the delusional nightmares acted out in daylight by the wingnuts. Interspersed with images of Dolly and Burt singing " foolin' around with you...foolin'......you", it doesn't compute for me. We kid about the designated director role down the road when my groupwise is down. Thankfully my compass assisted her driving directions when my vision was positively rapturous, a precognitive view of the future I judge. She's not right when I'm not 100% and her nurturing is maximum complete. I'm in the game twenty-four __________ (fill-in blank, send along with SASE and a gift card for one grippo-rubbo to PO Box BeautyRest, THE Loft, NV).

August 30, 2006

Does 'anal-retentive' have a hyphen? ~~Alison Bechdel

I had to go back to Leonard Cohen's:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in.

after riding behind a bicyclist with an engraved yellow and pink rose right about where the ass crack meets the spine, with a polka-dotted pillow between that ass and the seat. She's definitely where the light comes from in this episode. Reading the revisited antics of my bloodline this morning, I visualized the missed connection and peaked on being with one with a soulmate, someone who wants to optimize her fascination with me at this moment not just yore. Probably a result of my gratitude for her helping me find freedom. All that I need from all that she manages so sweetly. Can I be not-so-far behind?

August 28, 2006

Every day's a new day

Every time I love ya
Every way's a new way
Every time I love ya
~~Spiral Staircase

Maybe it's Wilde's words coming from Helen Hunt that led us to the fun it is understanding smart people. Keeping the stupid time smart, making it fresh where it's wrinkled, where the light shines in. It feeds the main feature of love, being with the one you love most, most of the time. When it's ALL the time, we'll be keepin' it fresh, interlaced with the fun from the smart people and the ones whom we most love. Getting the best mix from her makes finding them really fun. Trying to be there when it happens contends with don't be anywhere near it when the BIG one hits, but listening when Maynard's death results is tributes featuring horny band numbers (horny as in trumpet not leg-humping), it convince me to try to be THERE when the there is a keeper for its Mellon Colonic Irrigating Effect (the left-over sun-dried,'choke slice didn't hurt.....).

August 24, 2006

Dear Ndugu, Well, the morning I told you about arrived at dawn today. I had anal glaucoma (couldn't see my ass getting to the eye center) but was re-somethinged by that gal I described in my first letter who drove me to and from. She was the prettiest beauty in the whole place as always, but today she could have shown up in a muumuu and still got all the votes. The average age of the patients there was the outside temperature today and I don't mean 80s. One cadaverous gummer had tennis balls on the back feet of her walker (looked like Sister Billie Jean Teresa). They made me glad my impairment was limited to just seeing cockeyed all the way thru lunch and home (sun drieds,'chokes 'n basil pizza) at the 24seven. Didn't see you among the ancients this morning, Mom but got your nudge biting into the decadence. Sorry, Ndugu for that distraction but the acknowledgement is automatic like the way my chest still thumps when I'm sitting next to her or when the SUV screeches to a halt at the end of the day. You'd get a kick out of her, kid. So, peace in the valley 'til next time. With particular fondness,

Warren R. Schmidt

August 22, 2006

Harry: Yeah I called her up, she gave me a bunch of crap about me not listening to her, or something, I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.

The Be Careful What You Ask For thing comes to mind when the requested thing is attention. Basking in attention came about as naturally as suckling, Peter Tweaking, going cuckoo over sugar and getting Rosemary Telesco into my life. Turns out it didn't make the cut even though all the others made it into the MMs. Finding the one who loves my attention pretty much did it for the attention thing. So why post it here, if not for attention? Places on the web exceed every listing in every phone book everywhere, so it's like a small cubicle in an enormous commercial terracondo with sparce locators. A file in a planetary file cabinet. Eff attention; it simply = bandwith/server issues. As long as my directions are revisited, refreshing and often, it's the coolest file cabinet evar! Now that we answered the why,where,when portion we can skip the exact how for now and get our attention to the what. We are such a complete part of our life, everyday is more sensual than a victory, feels better than a mother lode and flagrantly carries on the real traditions.

August 21, 2006

Appeal of the unknown, fear of the unknown. The unknown's too big to be filtered into all-appealing or fear-all. The bigger certainty is what's known about the matter and what that tells you while you are in the now. When you're at peace right this moment, you still must be alert, mastering your force, affecting both of us so BEST decisions are made, based on where we want to be 10 years from now (pretty much the same as NOW). If you want all your [.] periods to represent how many times you've re-written this sentence, more is better................................................ If the real prime concern about these words is what are their re-creative qualities so when I re-read this x gens from now, I'll be able to re-create where we are by the content. It's my guard rail to now if my known needs resetting. Tonite we boogie for 30. Grappling a good possibility. Too much pleasure from hands-on to leave any room for regrets about reminiscences.

August 18, 2006

Getting there demands knowing what was broken in you and what fixed it. Even if just to answer the How did you get there? question. So, say one of the fixes was to replace all the things that made me worry with a list of congruencies. What made me worry? Away from Mama, mostly. You loved your solitude and I love times of affection. So where there used to be worry, there's all the things I love about her. She's the very first one to replace you, Mom. She gets me to repeat the stuff captured on the back of my blue eyes. They come out like an ADHD moment and you want to process them all but the 4 or 5 method applies here. You're looking for basic sensible replies to the prayers thrown out to the Great Spirit and the CC. Just runnin' thru my list of captures while writing this and getting the pull from where the captures are best - under the sky.

August 17, 2006

Getting Did for good behavior goes right back to the Penitence/Reward Era. Now, featuring real love, comes replete with curled toes as the epilogue for Thanks I Really Needed That. I am no longer on the end of the saw and we're both on the reward side there. The glow that has endured 12 magnificent years has a contemporary hue. Mui Bueno, my darling

August 15, 2006

How would you like your eggs in the morning? Unfertilized, of course. If the rooster comes before the egg & chicken, the omelete is ruined. Thank you, CC for favor received. My frenzy is proof that answered prayers begin with those launched at the soul level. A quintessential giveaway is her lock on my gratitude as her determination takes me away once again - oh, what a wonderful ride. Shine on her please, Mr. Words so she'll never doubt how incredible her loving enshrines any deadheads hugging my fronds. Even the throbbing from getting teeth rehollowed cannot detract from the power of love.

August 14, 2006

Stretched attention makes you throrough doing a Will to cover details about stuff going to the family. Probably lessons learned from administrating both with & withoutone and convinced you don't want to put the family through anything like it. So how can we stretch our attention to doing a thorough job on Will while he's still alive? We should make what happens before our Urn Dispersion more fun, with even more enthusiasm (eff curbing it...), than what's needed to get the right details we become sand art minus the mountains and sky. We somehow let lefty day yesterday whizz by without saluting the right-brainers. Slept like a JBF'd labrador last night after fuzzing the day with mellon balls. The pool cue can remain elusive and the rope won't have to imitate it, thanks to the scary black hole talk.

August 11, 2006

Another actualization w/ amygdala still intact: We learn early that genital stimulation gives you a lifetime friend. Excess stimulation overlays with the fascination associated with first time physical encounters, leading sometimes into trouble. Abundant stimulation generally leading to release satisfies the most deliciously and this all leads to - Sometimes it's where you learn how to please and know how to tell. That's why paying for getting did doesn't get to the core good stuff. You can pay for technique but can you buy fun out of her? As in - she's having fun in addition to the pay. My experience in a steam 'n cream is like the alligator on viagra - reptile dysfunction disorder. It was confirmation that my declining interest in sex theater started with pleasureless madickulation if the actress wasn't into the part. Never was a Shut Up and Sing kinda guy. It's not a control thing because when she gets outta control, me 2. Inducing a venue to promote orgasm(s) is the same as the ones where the affection comes out "It's business, it's business ti - ime". My lifetime friend is still with me and to date, never had any type of playdates with other guys and their friends, ya know what I mean? All of my playdates are scheduled with her . . . it's business ti-ime.

August 9, 2006

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