Justin falls in love
Back when I still thbought the web was a silly thing (mainly ’cause HTML really sucks), one of the few moments of Ah Hah came from Cyborganic and a young guy named Justin Hall - who not only came out on the web, but squirted that effervescent stream of life - now known as blogging - more eloquently than a herd of elephant chanting Rasta Fari.
Or shall I say - as a moonbeam wraps her light across the face of my love - after sex?
Or maybe it’s - the drunken paramours on the Il de Cite - in front of Baudelaire’s Hashish Club - dancing naked, swirling dervishes surrounded by Moorish heads of captured Turks?
Justin defined for me - what it was like to live your life - as a book.
So now - he’s gona back to school and…..
And she returns my calls!
I met a gal who makes me want to floss. Just getting out of the house or trading casual touches by telephone. Some thing is happening, an embrocating exercise regimen for a tired heart. Unwitting smiles.Some moments life seems dimmed without. Other moments I gladly doubletime to finish my duties before she calls and I rush off for a few more hours in suspended smiling animation
time changes, the sky opens, the years beyond now shift into rose-focus, my manhood considered, a new set of smells. senses, other then words.
I’m still behind, in school, in work, my home, in laundry.
