Tuesday, May 17, 2005
1:11 am
Dear AMON LIS,
I took a delightful run this afternoon. The quality of which was captioned by an ease and gentle rhythm that encourages extremely deep trespasses and visceral languages never before heard. It was here @ 1:35 PM, that I felt the blessing from an arcane altar. It was the god petal that opened from a deep sleep, and victimized my senses with a subtle permission to change my vision so that the road and dusty gravel began to assume the textile of innumerable needles of forest pine. The bed of which instilled thoughts as to the nature, and feminine principle often overlooked. Something in my grin knew, and you can imagine my elation. Quite specifically, I recall how the book, the Da Vinci Code, has parallels so richly close to my own; that I could easily equate it to my living bible. May I dare ask what has influenced my jowl to feel the clutch of such delicious strychnine? Just now the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands fill w/ wet static energy, and my eyes are likened to hearing an ocean of moving space; the sponge of my natural opiate, unilaterally expanding. My heart beats like a panther, and my ears perk, quivered spasmodic. Could this be an ingratiated nod? If so, my many thanks. The growing intensity could not be easily consoled, but by gentle persuasion, and much needed rest; I acquired the balance by degree to appease the morbid elasticity in the confluent recital of this joyful mourning. *Or perhaps it was something in the orange juice. The run did much to ground the power of todays composure, which is akin to the wax seal and secret letter, sealed with a pleasing kiss. By this alone I decided not to work, for; communicating with an agent of the old ways, requires time. And a dear friend begets the brevity of yet another sacred chapter. I made my final rounds on school supplies, and alas; I feel not only exhilarated, but handsomely prepared. I raise my cup to thee. Cheers!
~S~
1:11 am
Dear AMON LIS,
I took a delightful run this afternoon. The quality of which was captioned by an ease and gentle rhythm that encourages extremely deep trespasses and visceral languages never before heard. It was here @ 1:35 PM, that I felt the blessing from an arcane altar. It was the god petal that opened from a deep sleep, and victimized my senses with a subtle permission to change my vision so that the road and dusty gravel began to assume the textile of innumerable needles of forest pine. The bed of which instilled thoughts as to the nature, and feminine principle often overlooked. Something in my grin knew, and you can imagine my elation. Quite specifically, I recall how the book, the Da Vinci Code, has parallels so richly close to my own; that I could easily equate it to my living bible. May I dare ask what has influenced my jowl to feel the clutch of such delicious strychnine? Just now the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands fill w/ wet static energy, and my eyes are likened to hearing an ocean of moving space; the sponge of my natural opiate, unilaterally expanding. My heart beats like a panther, and my ears perk, quivered spasmodic. Could this be an ingratiated nod? If so, my many thanks. The growing intensity could not be easily consoled, but by gentle persuasion, and much needed rest; I acquired the balance by degree to appease the morbid elasticity in the confluent recital of this joyful mourning. *Or perhaps it was something in the orange juice. The run did much to ground the power of todays composure, which is akin to the wax seal and secret letter, sealed with a pleasing kiss. By this alone I decided not to work, for; communicating with an agent of the old ways, requires time. And a dear friend begets the brevity of yet another sacred chapter. I made my final rounds on school supplies, and alas; I feel not only exhilarated, but handsomely prepared. I raise my cup to thee. Cheers!
~S~