Жизнь, одним словом

Dear Pope! Fist of all, can I become a man when I age? Secondly ...

     Heard an expression today, "eat dick and die". Wonder if it came to exist in someone's ireful moment of not thinking, or if someone really does believe the dick to be a poisonous substance? Maybe I should consult the Catholic church on this.

     UPdate16Nov'16: I think the original was "Eat, shit and die." But then some illiterate person removed the comma: "Eat shit & die". And then someone else thought, why just shit, I wish this person ate dick. Dick for life. And then died from it! Or maybe it was just "Eat, Dick, and die." And then some illiterate person removed the commas.
     

I wanted to add a photo of a penis, but changed my mind. - Dick

Early Morning

Watching the world go so fluidly through its rainbow chakra colors I remember, do you? Walking out of the tipi after the ayahuasca ceremony; going outside the warehouse, to the smoldering fire pit after wine and dancing and pills all night; cuddling with not-a-stranger-anymore after talking all night long, sand in between toes. Feeling the dryness on the lips, the vibration inside the body, some fullness in the belly from the butterflies tickling it all night long ... all of that, flooded with pure love, completed with never-ending possibilities. The static of reality is gone, don't look for it. Excited, smiling and content you stare at the sunrise, everything is Now. Everyday should be like this, rooted into the red of the sky, flowing through your own rainbow into the purple of the night, always with love, forever with magic. Will you remember?

Secret secrets

     A merely 570 minutes ago - this morning, to be exact - I had a secret. I was really excited about it, since I can't remember the last time I had a secret. And now I can't remember what it was ...

Whoever you may be - a phantom of the city, a fog of the valley, a spirit of good intentions, however close you may be to me - as my own thoughts of life&death or as far away as the closest ocean - if you were to plant an idea into my head not so long ago about things "baby", I would have dug it out and handed it right back to you. I would probably have even wrapped it into pretty paper, taped it with a bow, so it could take longer for you to give it again, or more awkward. Yet today I receive packages of baby clothes, research alien concepts of diapers, prepare to exercise my brain with sign language, storm government websites about birth certificates, stare mindlessly at lists of names, I even subjected myself to a doctor ... So maybe now I will learn to flow, to accept, to flex and release, to grow, fall & rise and be happy with all of it. That sounds like a blast! Here's to take off!!!

o, boy