I will write orgiastic states that...

...paroxysms of pleasure, paroxysms of pain. They shall flow forth as tears, as muscle tensions, as heavier breathing and heart contractions, sweaty armpits and drenched leg pits.

Yes...sensuality...eroticism, raw feeling unhindered by censorship and fear.

I am Miss Scientist, Master of Fear, Master of Love, Master of Delight, Master of Terror and Agony.

My fingers are as long and flexing as ancient willow branches, touching each part of your purple, red, green and blue nervy soul system with words, with images, with feelings, with ideas.

I am a soft, pink infant rat bunny, vulnerable and helpless, innocent and gentle. I am a lean, sylph bodied panther jaguar, with long, fierce claws that burrow deep inside your skin and leave lasting marks, cause you to remember and never forget the intensity of my abilities that reminds me of your own, whether in amazement or in pure unbridled fear, crawling in your brain like a larva burrowing deep inside and playing with the wiring, leaving you unstable.

I laugh maniacally into the face of the moon, face of the sun with no apparent reasons, but I have infinite reasons to delight freakishly, and I do so at each moment. Kneading time and its gifts with my roughened smooth hands, burning with creative destructive flames licking at all it touches.

I am forever creative, I am also forever destructive.

The starry night sky, silent and morose, rich like a spoon full of shit, full of millions of microbic colonies, tiny creatures, yawns within and without. The purest whitest light of day shines forth, sunbeams pulsing out of my face and body, "why is she so...so...ahhhh" people say orgasms raking their spirits and sometimes loins once they see me in the flesh, face to face, some people don't really see me in pictures as all too phenomenally titillating or gorgeous, but once they are fully exposed to what I emanate, what I illuminate, then they know, then they see the terrifying mixture of light and dark, knitted like the finest handmade lace, the same kind that represents the deepest knowing self inside them that maybe they may never know if not by feeling it through beings like I am.

I am Celadon, granite, diamond, lapis lazuli, I am magic made manifest. I turn into cats, I turn into rats, I turn into spiders and fleas, I turn into beauty, I turn into ugly, I can manifest myself as health and disease.

My name? I have no specific name, I enjoy calling myself whatever I please.

You can call me what you will, you can call me what you want.
Whatever causes you more pain, or whatever invites in ease.

I am friends with both evil and good.
I am able to be awake in the time of light as well as the time of day.
I am not conquered by drugs, nor sex, nay, I do not unconsciously make distractions out of books, gadgets and food.
I use them to my advantage, to create or destroy more and more,
So yes, sometimes I intimate sexual intimacy, but it doesn't make me a whore.
And yes, sometimes I let my imagination run into the realms of historic bloody events, but I am not obsessed with violence or gore.
I sometimes see-k voraciously and fully fascinatively into the light, but I am not opposed at all to the night,
I may fancy what I see in the vile green, in the pitch dark, the sharp teeth, and the blood drinking larks,
But I am not a creature perpetually thriving from the dark, I am dark, but I am also light, and there are no internal conflictions,
No, no conniptions, no nondeliberate fights, and so always I've been ignite,
Seeing beyond words like wrong and right,
What's wrong with an occasional nibble or bite?
I'm an animal, I'm a creature, but also a scholar, a universal teacher but also...a creature.

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I write uninhibited by social expectations,
I don't take vacations,
For me each blink of the eye creates and destroys a nation,
Yes, each moment that of the present passes,
The power of now,
The power of intention,
attitude, and its conscious, deliberate, knowing expression.
That is what it is all about, show me what you got,
Or are you afraid to get bothered and hot?
How long have you been afraid to get bothered and hot?
Do you know how much you've really got?
A LOT!
Enough to cause an atomic orgasm that lasts eternally,
And then you too shall know why I laugh hysterically,
at the sun and moon.

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I wrote this inspired by my recent readings including: Dr. Suess, Francesca Lia Block and...I can't think who else, but mostly Francie has been a great inspiration, I eat her books each like an everlasting apple of pure, straight up expression of self, and simple description that reads more boldly than simple.

It inspires me to be real, straight up and unafraid of expressing myself in whatever may that way be.

Whether body functions, or sexual fantasies, or darkest revelations of self truth. Perhaps we'll, you and I, have a conversation, or haven't we by your reading this?

I love writing, synonymous with I love expressing what lie within and without me. Capturing it on a literary photograph, like a psychedelic swirling of vortices, colorful and vibrant, kaleidoscopic pieces of fruity pebbles.

Spiritual Orgasm. Embracing ALL, looking at everything and acknowledging as well as recognizing what is, a stitch of the infinite universal fabric that is this strange and beautiful life.

I love to write. I love to sing. I love to dance. I love to cry I love to scream sometimes. I love to be me as best I can without putting on pre-arranged words into my mouth and constantly regurgitating them. I enjoy using both sides of my brain, and I am cultivating a throbbing strong corpus collosum, like a thick strong tree trunk that will not be cut down by anything.

Why do I need to worry what other people say to me? If someone yells at me or judges me, does that need to affect me internally? No. If I get a car stolen do I need to cry for weeks? Do I need to worry about having enough money? No!

Why? I am alive now, whatever happens, and I am not afraid of an ungenerous world of people and earth. I am fed and clothed everyday, and I see people who are me, and me who are people everyday and I see love and generosity as well as the potential for murder but that is okay, that is the way we are, I believe, potentially jesus, potentially jeffrey daumer

whats really the difference between those people? They chose different neuro-paths. Chose to cultivate different attitudes perspectives, were given different life experience packages, but is either greater or lesser than the other when it comes to what each of us is at the core? Made of flesh and bone, with pounding heart distributing blood throughout the systems of the body? With a mind to think with?

I don't feel greater or lesser than anyone now. You are me and I am you. How I treat me is how I treat all and how I treat you is how I treat me.

Loving you is loving me,
Hating you is hating me.

Believing you lack and are limited to certain possibilities is wishing the same on myself.

That is what is meant by judge and ye be judged. It flies back in your face like a reflecting-of-the-wall bullet.

Smack! boom bang!

Hole in the face!

you hurt yourself more than you hurt anyone else by judging. Yes.

Why is sex, a sacred act that brough you and I here, called bad by some? I am learning this because I still feel the threads and chords of that ideas still attached to my heart from since I was a adolescent in christian church.

I read recently two things I'll share,

second one more relevant than first.

Success is when you get what you want, happiness is when you want what you get.

the second is:

The only real sin is when anything is done that is joyless.

I've had joyless sex, how bout you?

I've had a joyless cigarette, how bout you?

I've had countless joyless experiences with mary jane, how bout you?

I had joyless times cutting scars in my arm in the past, how bout you?

I have drinken not to be jolly how bout you?

I have looked at someone with dissatisfaction in my mind, how bout you?

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One last thing,

I LOVE imagination. I love it.

I cherish it, and I believe in it. I have it, and I am nursing it to health, I am tending it to fruitful fruition, I sing to it, I make love to it, I honor it.

Imagination. Fascination with all that comes my way, instead of with the automatic-fear-response. Or the closeminded response, the vastly open minded response of imagintiveness

I love it. Imagination. I love everything.

Do you know some good imagination stroking books? Tell me! I'm all ears and have a library i seek books at at least once a month.