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+ 2	Waiting
0	Visions of Socky
+ 2	In This World, Witnessed Power
0	When We Meet Again
+ 1	Love, Astral
+ 7	hbhgfh
+ 5	Taco Mik - Excerpt
+ 3	Excerpt from YOTS
+ 4	My Nutty Friend Meg
+ 5	In The Universal Mind (preview)
+ 3	Excerpt - Disc. w/ Mad Jamon
+ 3	Journal entrie's from 2006
+ 3	The Cardboard Box (chapter two)
+ 5	The Cardboard Box
+ 4	Ode to An Angel
+ 3	March Foorth
+ 9	She said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
+ 6	March Theerd
+ 3	Changes'a Many
+ 1	The Dharma Bums

With the waking eye in the small, danky sheet-less, dirty manged bed I'd been sleeping in the past 9 years was an exhaustion of pleasure and an adventure came to closing. I wasn't graced with the fine-arts of sentimental dreams and occurance's of the truly spontaneous, unpredictable, other-reality dreams such as last night..Though I had woken with the thought of a girl called Erie.
 Erie was the sweet, soft and adorable gal you could take home to the Mother and be adored by the entire family of such sweet comings, then - on a flip of the other side - take her out for a wild night of binge-drinking, wild dancing, hyper-tension massive chronic excitement thrillin' the soul and restless physical exhaustion nightly.

 Erie and I had a discussion'a couple nights ago about erotic writing as I tried to help her overcome what she thought was bad expression of herself.
 "You have to lose yourself amidst your imagination, your cravings, your needs, wants, desires and complete lust for his soft, sensuous skin blessed gently - passionately against your face" I said with closed eyes as she took my words and slowly wrote down her temptations. "Alright," she giggled, "but I'm not going to let you read it" she said through a smile and continued writing down her words while I watched her groove, patient hands work back and forth as she licked her lips, occasionally lookin' up at my curious eyes unable to retreat from her criss-crossed legs, slamming her pen down in frustration. She can't do it. She can't do it. "It's obvious I'm a virgin," she said while I said so was I.
 "Sure fooled me."
 After a silent moment I took out a crumpled page from my jeans and handed it to her. It's somethin' I'da been workin' on. She took it cautiously and flattened it out with her hand and began to read,
 "Half closed eyes met closer by touch, slowed breath exhaled delicately onto exposed skin, warmer it soothes. Bitten lips and a delicious taste lingers on their tongues, wet licks lead down from the lips to the base of the neck,
a sweet suckling through each movement.
 Harder they are breathing, faster creep the slight moans below: Spread out hands, arched backs, giving themselves to one another. She lowers one hand downward whilst licking her lover's smooth stomach; feeling a slight smudge of wet cream. She lightly runs her finger over the area, stimulating the sensation more, "mmmm" they moan in sweet, sensuous harmony, making the glorious feeling more tensed, deeper, and more passionate."
 When she finished she looked at me with open eyes and a lingering open astounded mouth before muttering, low enough so I could barely hear about how she's wondering how I'm able to write what I write.

 Ponderin' this thought over the course of an hour in bed as I lay aroused, fantasizing about having Erie standing between my legs in nothing but undergarments and looking up at her beaming, gracious smile with the lips softened and ready to be bitten. Oh how I yearn that skin so..
 I got out of bed, figurin' that was enough daydreamin' for the afternoon and I put on the daily clothes worn for the next week straight and downstairs to the bathroom once again. Sanctuary! WOOOOWEEE freedom and sanctuary in pissin'!

  When all was done I'done walked out and grabbed the copy of Kerouac my brother Rie gave me, took my Doors album and headed on outside to the local store steps just down the hill. The cold sun was settin' and the air was getting colder by the minutes, no care, for the wave of refreshment reminded me of swimming in the beautiful drowning water, the water to breathe and exhale with dreams of habitation.
  As I read the words of Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty takin' Ed Dunkel and Marylou across to Virginia an' Ed's keepin' the cold out as Dean goes 70 in his mad, mad way I could only imagine the October daze of the fifties' generation and the luscious roads of freedom stoundin' and stirring in the air, vigorously, almost desperately wanting that freedom of the road with some good friends from the mid-West and south-Eastern towns and cities I've gone to know over the months.

 S'when I saw her walkin' at a pace on the other side of the road, a girl I'd come to know since childhood as we drifted further away in our small, isolated community. She walked with an pounce in her step and head held low in her dyed-black, short-banged hair. I'd known there was a reason - other than living in a small town and we're practically several houses apart - that I kept seein' her walkin' from her house to her g'ma's to school to her house and over again. How I missed the innocent times, the innocent times when boys and girls could play together in a sense of "aw"'s and "ain't that cute!"'s 'cause no one could refrain from childsplay, now as the children grew up to teens and started foolin' around inna not-so-innocent manner.
 As she began to walk further and further away I began to read the book once more, occasionally taking small breaks to look towards the cloudless gray dusk of March winters and inhale the fine polluted air of the Eastern world appreciated abit more due to this book, the book to end all books for a lone writer looking for a spontaneous blast of freedom, creativity, and a recognized self told through spoken-word as the grandfather from Ago waves his hand to all students who want to do it.

 Decided to head home and write a couple poems about the complete feeling of adapting with being lost or dropped by four or five close friends/near lovers in the same month, a sense of happiness and relief until the sun completely set and the cloudless skies now roamed the Eastern universe with the feeling of an open or closed mind far up above in night's inky night as I packed up my book and headed home to make the social gathering of a couple friends sittin' idly as I walked inside the room and the silence thickened when I went in for couple'a beers in the fridge. Loaded up myself and plopped down to listen to the Doors album "L.A Woman" on the stereo, resting my eyes well until "Been Down So Long" when I had to get up and shout along the words to the glorious, blues-fueld saddened-ridden marchin' line of the song I felt with all my tired, downtrodden and sad soul now risin' high above the Earth.
 When the song ended and so began 'Cars Hiss by My Window' the few folk over helped themselves out before leavin' some overturned beers spilt on the couch as I gathered out my notebook and began jotting down a sensual erotica that'd be interestin' with the gal I'd seen earlier walkin' past me and my stoop. Her head hung so low.
 "He took his shirt off and threw it ontop of the rags on the floor as he walked up to her and clenched their hands together, as he slowly worked his touch down her forearms, gently rubbing her elbows before finally working 'em down her shoulders, taking soft slow strokes - saviouring her soft skin.
  He worked his hands up her neck, around her chin, brasing his four fingers over her lips as she tried to bite them in severe lust. As she sucked on his fingers abrasively and bit them, sucking on them as he entered his index finger in her mouth, letting her tongue wrap around it as his hard on grew through his pants and he pushed his hips closer to hers."

 After I finished writing down my fantasy and the seven'or so minutes I spent in complete relaxation; turned the tablelight off and headed my ass upstairs around six AM for a big day I loved sleeping through. I headed to bed and lay my head down with that thought in my thoughts to end all thoughts as I closed my eyes and dreamed the dream to end all nights of this night wonderin' where my dreams were headed in this world of consciousness that needed to be brought to the front of the line for the world to know and just hope, for a single second that everyone in this world wasn't as pathetic 'n miserable as I thought the last thought before slipping into unconsciousness.

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