An antiquated fellow with an articulated plan, discovered life was in-between his secretory hand.
He gazed for moments and then for seconds without an articulated plan,
discovered that jacking off held life inside his hand.


that was my ode to masturbation.


I had a facinating dream last night I want to share.
A friend of a friend showed me an opal stone he had and he put it on the ground and the stone turned into many opals and they swirled in a massive hurricane like effect (hard to really discribe)around me. Turning and glimmering and very intense feeling it left with me. I am sitting here trying to describe the feeling without really being able, but shit... I just wanted to tell someone..And then the dream went off into a sea adventure that I won't get into.
I love my dreams. they are such a trip.