languid

my first house when i moved out when i was eighteen was occupied by a freaq total. dramatic bachanallian, anything goes twister from the eastcoast. he had this statement to describe his place in his spirit and mind, he called it, "in rare form." i have re visited that place this weekend.

liver cleansers are in effect, the fires still burn and the muscles ache. life is fucking good, blisters, lacerations, intellectual bewilderment, heat, cavortuous considerations and lack of sleep.

it is wow. i am in fucking rare form. back to it all tomorrow but now i just wallow like the boar that i am and the cancererian revels that... well... just hmmm... good shit. one for the books.



aloha,
j