goooood afterning/mornernoon my love captains/crunchies!
how are you on this fine weekend?
what have you been up to?
what is the last porn you watched?
(on a hunt for pulp friction myself.
)
the last thought you thought?
tell me.
my thoughts:
sunday silence
hum of an airplane far off
growing closer,
more urgent. no
urgency for me,
not today.
naked.
the bed.
hint of zebra and lace,
george jetson in the ceiling,
a familiar scene.
out the window
tiny snowflakes hover
and drift at peace
like particles in the sun.
two houses, familiar:
the yellow
and the brown.
gazing not at them, but
at the space
between,
beyond the jumbled mess of electric
wires,
telephone wires,
of whatever hideous wires
no tight rope walkers
perch upon
today
to shed a feather
to the breeze,
to the child on the hill,
but they are for a moment
perched
in the clouds beyond.
see the shoulder,
the beak.
one hanging in opposition
to another,
upside-down.
the clouds break
and i stare even deeper
into the universe
where i see myself
leaning, eyes shut
beneath that barren tree in the distance,
amongst graves.
smiling.
or standing tiny
before waves crashing,
no soul for miles
but the ocean,
the master,
in black,
dead of winter night.
i continue
to gaze beyond.
the clouds waltz on
in their great masquerade
in the sun.
cheese floats by,
standing alone.
the people of the world drag on
in their tragic masquerade
in the sun.
unsure but unmasked
i waltz by
lying here alone
end thoughts.
begin photo rambles.
what i've been up to, as of late:
deep frying.
latest concoction ala yesterday:
bacon wrapped corn dogs with deep fried perogies.
topped with a mixture of sweet baby rays and sriracha.
hail to the kings, baby!
hunting for brooklyn black chocolate stout.
unsuccesfully
but discovering southern tier choklat and dying the death of happiness.
catching up with old friends over drinks and fried duck livers topped with bacon and big titty licking.
the usual loosing of nipple rings during hot sexual activity,
then remembering i had an extra pair!
oh, 2008. went down with nothing but the barbells in my nips and the clothes on my back.
do not try to convince police that your nipple piercings WILL close up during your week long vacation in the county jail and that you PROMISE you will not stab anyone of they let you leave them in.
they will tell you to bend over, spread your ass cheeks, cough, and shut up.
back to my recent activities:
the purchasing of amazing dinosaur socks.
and my usual incense burning/book reading/a little leftover new years wine sipping.
i've also started practicing naked yoga.
and its been wonderful for mind, body, and soul.
speaking of which
its a beautiful day.
i'm going to slip into my skin and yog.
then wander in the beautiful snowy sunshine.
peace, yinz.
<3 Rexx
P.S. STEELERS BABY. AW,YUP.
how are you on this fine weekend?
what have you been up to?
what is the last porn you watched?
(on a hunt for pulp friction myself.
)the last thought you thought?
tell me.
my thoughts:
sunday silence
hum of an airplane far off
growing closer,
more urgent. no
urgency for me,
not today.
naked.
the bed.
hint of zebra and lace,
george jetson in the ceiling,
a familiar scene.
out the window
tiny snowflakes hover
and drift at peace
like particles in the sun.
two houses, familiar:
the yellow
and the brown.
gazing not at them, but
at the space
between,
beyond the jumbled mess of electric
wires,
telephone wires,
of whatever hideous wires
no tight rope walkers
perch upon
today
to shed a feather
to the breeze,
to the child on the hill,
but they are for a moment
perched
in the clouds beyond.
see the shoulder,
the beak.
one hanging in opposition
to another,
upside-down.
the clouds break
and i stare even deeper
into the universe
where i see myself
leaning, eyes shut
beneath that barren tree in the distance,
amongst graves.
smiling.
or standing tiny
before waves crashing,
no soul for miles
but the ocean,
the master,
in black,
dead of winter night.
i continue
to gaze beyond.
the clouds waltz on
in their great masquerade
in the sun.
cheese floats by,
standing alone.
the people of the world drag on
in their tragic masquerade
in the sun.
unsure but unmasked
i waltz by
lying here alone
end thoughts.
begin photo rambles.
what i've been up to, as of late:
deep frying.
latest concoction ala yesterday:
bacon wrapped corn dogs with deep fried perogies.
topped with a mixture of sweet baby rays and sriracha.
hail to the kings, baby!
hunting for brooklyn black chocolate stout.
unsuccesfully
but discovering southern tier choklat and dying the death of happiness.
catching up with old friends over drinks and fried duck livers topped with bacon and big titty licking.
the usual loosing of nipple rings during hot sexual activity,
then remembering i had an extra pair!
oh, 2008. went down with nothing but the barbells in my nips and the clothes on my back.
do not try to convince police that your nipple piercings WILL close up during your week long vacation in the county jail and that you PROMISE you will not stab anyone of they let you leave them in.
they will tell you to bend over, spread your ass cheeks, cough, and shut up.
back to my recent activities:
the purchasing of amazing dinosaur socks.
and my usual incense burning/book reading/a little leftover new years wine sipping.
i've also started practicing naked yoga.
and its been wonderful for mind, body, and soul.
speaking of which
its a beautiful day.
i'm going to slip into my skin and yog.
then wander in the beautiful snowy sunshine.
peace, yinz.
<3 Rexx
P.S. STEELERS BABY. AW,YUP.
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Junmai daiginjo basically = "premium" sake. Yes I love it and it's good for a break from quality Brunello di Montalcino which is much more expensive alcohol.
I see your Steelers are in. Someone is excited?
Be well, hon and......................"Steeeeeelaaaaaahs!!"